Personal Narrative Fiction

The Hollow rattled with the passing of another subway train. The myriad of screens flickered and fussed as the train went by, and the sounds of multiple news screens were muted by its rumbling. It never lasted for more than a minute, though. When the train passed the screens came back in all their vibrance. All of them detailed the same thing, too. Plummeting stocks in commodities, rising stocks in securities, and a near perpetual loop of Bastion falling to the ground. Even the Daily Show had their bit to say. A nation mourning and capitalizing off their fallen idol, their dead god. Figures.

Ethan rubbed his palms into his eyes. He hadn't …show more content…
Just the phone. And then some dude calls it," Donny said. There were bags under his eyes, and his shoulders were bunched up so tight Ethan thought his spine might fracture under the pressure.

"Recap that for me. Go slow." Ethan turned the phone on and looked through the texts again. Nothing but letters for contacts, some abbreviations. O, CMi, CMa, P, CX, R, and the person who seemed to own the phone, Corvus. The call had been from R, late in the night.

"The call? I pick up, guy asks me who I am, I ask who his friend is, and then that keeps happening until I tell him and then he hangs up," Donny replied. His tired face screwed up when he finished, almost like he remembered something important. "By the way, who the fuck is Professor …show more content…
He had five different searches running, and so far they all yielded interesting, but inconclusive results. They all seemed to be celestial bodies, stars and collections of stars. But he was hung up on Corvus. Certain lines were being drawn, and if the connections proved true, well... "But, we'll find out soon enough. Besides, from these texts.... I really don't want this to be what I think it is."

"What, a group of crazy dicks kill off high profile people? 'Cause that's, y'know, that's probably exactly what it is." By Odin, the kid was clever from time to time, and had so much potential, but he was as thick brained as he was thin limbed.

"That's the obvious part. There's something more here," Ethan stood, moving over to a table that was set with what few cooking things he had. He filled a kettle with water from a 55 gallon drum he managed to rig, and set it on a hotplate to boil before turning over and looking Donny in the eye. "The police chief, Bastion. They're taking away people's security at the head, killing the wolves that guard the sheep. And they want people to see it. But from what's in the phone, it doesn't feel right. Something's still missing." He stepped along the table, found a box and removed some tea for the kettle, as well as a clay

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