Ally

          Ally awoke with a jolt, her body had felt like she had been falling from the top of a thirty floor building.  She squinted to try to make out where she was in the dark room.  The sheets covering her were the softest she had ever felt.  Placing her feet on the ground the floor was freezing and she got an instant chill.  She wanted nothing more than to climb back in bed and pull the covers over her head.  But she wanted to know where she was.  The slightest leak of sunlight peaked through a sliver in the floor to ceiling blackout drapes.  She embraced herself and tried to rub the goosebumps away as she walked to the window.  She threw the drapes back and was met with the familiar site of the city, only from a much higher view.  It was beautiful from up here.

            The room was really impressive.  She saw a photo of a Vegas hotel one time that looked pretty similar.  The floor was marble, in each corne of the room there were huge columns.  The bed she had just climbed from was something from the movies.

I didn’t realize you could make a bed that big.

            This was the room of a really, really rich man.  Too bad that money was attatched to something so evil. 

Is he though, Ally? Evil?

“Of course he is!” She said out loud.

Demon. There’s your first clue. Anything labeled that is evil, especially when they are planning the damn apocalypse. Than doesn’t that make you evil too?

“Tssk. NO! I am not.” Ally exlamed.

I am not evil and I am not staying here!

          She found her shoes by the bed and shoved her feet in to them.  Briskly she made her way to the door threw it open and ran right into what she could only think of as a body guard.

“Morning highness.” An Andre the Giant reincarnation smiled back at her.

“Uhm, yeah good morning. Excuse me. I’m leaving.” She tried pushing past him and he didn’t budge.

"I cant let you leave highness." The man said.

          She tried to squeeze past him but failed. 

"Well ok.  Will you please get Drake for me." She slammed the door and over heard him call on his walkie talkie.

Of course Im not able to leave. I am a prisoner.

          Her whole life had been a lie.  Miss Clarke was Drakes mother apparently. And she was a walking, ticking, apocalyptic time bomb in half human form.  She walked to the window and tried to imagine the city before her in any other way then she sees it now.  She closed her eyes and replayed her dream in her head.  But this time, she tried to imagine what exactly she had done to the world to leave it so dead.

Maybe, I made it rain tar and people couldn’t breathe.

Maybe, I somehow lite that world on fire.

            There was a gentle rap at the door and Drake came strolling in.  He was dressed more casually in a pair of jeans and a V-neck tee shirt. She could make out muscles under his shirt.  He went to cross to her, her heart sped up and time seemed to slow down.   But, it wasn’t because he had entered the room.

There was a gentle rap at the door and Drake came strolling in.  He was dressed more casually in a pair of black joggers and a V-neck tee shirt. She could make out muscles under his shirt.  He went to cross to her, her heart sped up and time seemed to slow down.   But, it wasn’t because he had entered the room. 

            Something huge crossed out the corner of her eye.  Everything seemed to have slowed down and sped up at the same time.  Her eyes were burning and she felt in control, of everything.  She turned to face her dream, in real life.

“Oh. My. God.” She whispered.

DID I DO THAT?

          A tri level airliner was falling from the sky, the engine a blaze.  The black jet fuel was raining out of it like –TAR!  It fell on the streets below blanketing the cars and people in a black fire.  

          The door of the plane flew off and she watched it hurl towards the street.  Some of the passengers were jumping trying to escape what looked like a smoked filled cabin.  Exactly like in her thoughts.  Her stomach was turning; her heart was pounding in her throat.  Then, the aircraft slammed with an earth shaking finale into New York Harbor.

Drake was now at her side one hand on her waist.  They both watched the scene play out.  Ally fell to her knees and began to sob, her sobbing became laughter, her laughter became hysterical.  Drake was looking down at her like she had lost her mind.

“I did that.” She said looking up at him.

“You did that?” He was blank, he looked from her to the Harbor.  “How so?”

She crawled to the window and turned her back to lean on it pulling her knees in close.  “I thought it and it happened. I DID THAT!” She was trembling.  The sound of sirens and helicopters came from the city. 

“Okay….and how do you feel?” He asked sitting beside her.

Don’t be fucking coy. I feel like I just killed a bunch of people.  I feel confused. I feel numb. I feel-

“Powerful.”  She was looking at her hands as if she had been the one physically doing all of this.

“Hmph.” Was the only reaction Drake gave her.