The Orphanage

The director gasped and wheezed as he flew down the corridors, gripping the girl's hand tight. Wails of countless alarms and sirens mingled with the dying screams of children and laughter of madmen. At least now, finally, he could lay this all to rest. Everything would be solved with one big bang. Faster and faster they ran, trying to beat the long legs of death itself. They came upon a battlement on the second story of the castle. It was now or never. Risking it all, the director jumped off the stone battlements and plummeted towards the ground, bringing Eva with him.

 

Eva didn't scream, she had been beaten to not make any noise. Her head rushing with the wind, she closed her eyes. "Feels like flying..." she wasn't sure if she said the words out loud or not as she plummeted to her death. Snapping her arms out at the last instant, she shifted into the biggest bird she could think of, some kind of cross between an eagle and a cat. Gripping the director with her talons, she beat her wings, trying to catch any air before they hit the ground. Her wings shrieked in pain as the air almost snapped them in two.

 

Elevir dove off of the battlement after Eva and the Director, her wings appearing behind her, but only catching the air after she had caught the two in her arms. She came to a swift, sweeping stop on the ground, hardly being able to support the extra weight.

Just after letting the other two go, she ran and kicked off into the air again to help Seth and Ren. It had to have been at least a fifty-foot fall, and they couldn't afford any of the group to be injured.

But as she flew higher into the air, she couldn't help but thrive in the sudden feeling of freedom in the moment. It was short lived, however, as she reached the top of the castle tower where Ren and Seth still stood. She helped them the same way as the other two, gliding to a stop from about twenty feet in the air.

After stretching her wings, that were actually a lot longer than they seemed otherwise, she had only one question.

"Where are the others?" she spoke, more like a command than a question, to the Director.

 

The Director stared up at the towers of the beaten, looming castle, crushed under the weight of the moment. His career, his life's work... and his only son, it would all be lost. Everything he'd ever achieved would soon disappear; as though it'd never existed as anything more than a pile of burning brick and stone.

Either ignoring or not hearing the girl's question, he murmured the final countdown, his lips barely moving.
"Five... four... three... two...."
In a split second he crouched down and covered his ears with his hands.
"One."

Right on cue, the Orphanage collapsed within itself. Fire and stone chased the sounds of destruction as the charges detonated on each floor, reducing the orphanage into a mass grave.... And leaving any remaining inhabitants buried under yards of rubble.

 

Curled up, Eva rolled back and forth, her ears shrieking with pain. She squeezed her eyes shut, trying to erase what she had seen and heard from her mind. She barely held her animal shape, shifting back into a panther. She couldn't be human now, she had no clothes. She snarled, trying to make the pain go away. Go away go away, come again another day. Everyone she had known and seen was now gone, and the emotional pain threatened to crush her.

 

Through the final seconds of the Orphanage, Elevir finally reached her answer. The Director hadn't saved anyone. He had dragged Seth, Ren, and Eva back to a useless existence; hundreds of other children would suffer the same fate as the self proclaimed king and his murderous disciples. He had saved the world and damned them all to hell.

In silence, she stepped back from the falling towers and took to the air. She couldn't stand to be there anymore. The night was dark, but from the altitude she had risen to she could see the fluorescent line of the horizon where the sun was destined to rise in a few hours.

OOC:// So I guess this RP is over; but not totally. I'm not going to say anything about that yet, though.

 

OOC: ...Well then. Is it really done? ._.​