Post by (Admin) Ellie on Sept 25, 2005 17:35:29 GMT -5
Thought this might be interesting to someone.
Missing In Venice
The buildings bent with pressure as the enormous ship moved it’s way into a narrow Venice Canal. A wave rushes over the cement shore as it struggles to be released. The engine blows as coal is shoveled into the furnace’s keep. The bridge strains under the this vessel’s bow and the water drains under its heavy weight. The sky is now black, filled with the shouts of an ocean liner. “Even with her mighty engines in reverse, the ocean liner was pulled further and further into the canal.” The darkness flies out in all directions engulfing everything within its reach. The fish flop on the sidewalks as if the life is being sucked right out of them. The salt left from these vast waves piles up to reach the black sky. Not a scratch is left on top of this disregarded raft. In the mindset of a gondola this vessel must be, to try and glide through the ways of a Venice canal. Lost in the sea, in this bay of an ocean; this ship is now a fish, lost, traveling down the Nile river.
An elderly man walks into the office door marked Inspector Dan Rizoku. He is carrying a small section of a newspaper under his arm. This man is dripped from head to toe, obviously soaked from the pouring rain outside this very building. The thunder booms and the lightning strikes. “Mr. Rizoku, I want to call in a favor with you.”
“Oh, and what is that?” The younger man sitting behind the old rickety, oak desk says solemnly. The light flickers on and it shows the features of this handsome man. He is very defined in his face, and his eyes of sky’s blue are the only things that break his rigid exterior. His short dirty, blonde hair covers one of his eyes. His tight shirt and somewhat baggy pants reveal that he is only around the age of 18 years. “I’m going to assume that it is about the ship that crashed into the Venice Canal not too long ago.”
“Ye..Yes, but how did you know?”
“I do read the papers, Jenin.” He gets up and walks to the shut door. He slowly opens it and says again, “I’m already on the job, it’s a personal case, so you might as well leave now.” The elderly man slowly shuffles to the door and exits rather skittishly. ‘My father was on that ship. I must find out where he went, where he is.’ He thinks to himself.
The sky is dark, and the air is damp. The ground is still full of water from the rain that has newly stopped. He walks down the way of the Venice canal and dodges the rubble and debris that is scattered throughout this empty city. “What happened to all the people in this city? Where did they all go?” Dan walks up to the canal in the bridge that is wobbling and still breaking. The man stares at this giant ocean liner, it looks as if it didn’t want to be here, but not because it didn’t fit there. The shards of metal stick out all around, tears in the boat a long as a mile, buildings torn to pieces. Ridged edges and points like swords are everywhere surrounding this vessel. Yet, there is no sign of blood, no physical damage to anything living. He walks to the side of the boat and enters it through a tear. Dan Rizoku walks past every door in the ship looking for a sign of life, but yet none is found. He enters the last room, and a girl is laying on the floor sleeping. He pushes her a little bit, making sure she is sleeping and not just a lifeless body. She mutters and wakes up weakly. Her eyes squint as she tries to see who this man is hovered over her body.
“Who are you?” She says faintly as she tries to sit up.
“My name is Dan Rizoku, I’m here to help you. Can you tell me what happened to all the people in this city, and on this boat?”
“I hit my head on something, all I know is my name, Sierra Litore. I’m sorry I can’t be of any help to you.” She extends her hand and shakes his firmly.
“That is fine, you probably have a light case of amnesia. To be honest I didn’t expect any help figuring this out, so it is just the same.” He pulls her up and holds her hand, “Come with me?” She nods her head and they search the room for any clues; this is what he had done with every room in the ship. Like before there was nothing, they started searching all the rooms again. “Are you sure you remember nothing, no people, not hitting the buildings, not getting cut?” and he touches the temple of his head in reflection to her own.
“None of it, I don’t remember any, people…”she trails off, dazed in expression.
“I’ve passed this door several times and still have yet to open it. If only I could find the key, maybe there is something in there.” The girl holds up a set of what seems to be fifty rusted and molded keys.
“I found these when I first woke up, before I hit my head.” Dan takes the keys and fumbles through them, looking for the one that might fit the locks. They both sit there in that skeleton of a ship searching for a sign of life. They go through every key and of course it wasn’t until the last that opened the door.
“Finally we get this door open, I wonder what was so important that this door had to be locked when no others were.” Sierra gets up and walks into the room, the ship rumbles beneath her feet and the screech of metal against stone, like nails on a chalkboard, rushes throughout this liner. A part of the room caves in upon this young gifted girl. As soon as the last of the dust and rubble falls Dan rushes into the room with a look of extreme worry on his face. His eyes were but dots as he gazed into the room and sees the young girl once again piled on the floor. This time though something was different, she was covered in blood. Dan rushed to her side, “Sierra, come on wake up.” He shakes her gently as he had done before. Sierra coughs a few times and opens her eyes
“I remember…” she says quietly. “I remember what happened.”
“It doesn’t matter right now, you’re hurt.” He gapes at the gash in her forehead, it looks like the one she had before when they met. That gash was there again.
“Please let me answer your question, it’s the least I can do for you.” A stream of blood runs down from her forehead, over her left eye. The cut was bleeding again. Dan sighs heavily.
“Mmn, then very well Sierra. What happened to all the people on this ship, where did they go?” She smiles softly and respond with no hint of doubt in her voice.
“The people didn’t go anywhere.”
“What do you mean, Sierra?” Dan looked at her with perplexed eyes.
“They didn’t go anywhere…because there wasn’t ever anyone here Dan.” She groans and moves her hand from her stomach where a pool of dark red blood has formed.
“You’re sick” he says hesitantly “We need to get you to a doctor, now.” He picks her up and puts one of her arms over his shoulder. They start to head for the entrance that Dan came in. When this damaged couple gets there, Dan sets her down and starts to take a step outside.
“There wasn’t anyone ever here, this isn’t just a ghost ship, it…” he steps and lands one foot on the ground. The city of Venice ripples beneath him and he falls. Dan is now under water, his skin has been washed away and nothing remains but his rigid bones. They are covered in mildew and seaweed and grime. It looks as though this skeleton has been there for over one hundred years.
The girl is now there in the doorway to the exit of the ship, staring off into the black abyss that now surrounds her. “It’s not just a ghost ship, it just doesn’t exist.” The young girl fades away into the blackness as if she was a projection that had been turned off. The ship’s tears and cracks form back together and it sails away in black waves. A white ripple is flowing across this nothingness and the city of Plano is now shown, empty, no one there, and a ship is rested in Spring Creek. The ocean liner screams once more and the black smoke rises to the sky.
Missing In Venice
The buildings bent with pressure as the enormous ship moved it’s way into a narrow Venice Canal. A wave rushes over the cement shore as it struggles to be released. The engine blows as coal is shoveled into the furnace’s keep. The bridge strains under the this vessel’s bow and the water drains under its heavy weight. The sky is now black, filled with the shouts of an ocean liner. “Even with her mighty engines in reverse, the ocean liner was pulled further and further into the canal.” The darkness flies out in all directions engulfing everything within its reach. The fish flop on the sidewalks as if the life is being sucked right out of them. The salt left from these vast waves piles up to reach the black sky. Not a scratch is left on top of this disregarded raft. In the mindset of a gondola this vessel must be, to try and glide through the ways of a Venice canal. Lost in the sea, in this bay of an ocean; this ship is now a fish, lost, traveling down the Nile river.
An elderly man walks into the office door marked Inspector Dan Rizoku. He is carrying a small section of a newspaper under his arm. This man is dripped from head to toe, obviously soaked from the pouring rain outside this very building. The thunder booms and the lightning strikes. “Mr. Rizoku, I want to call in a favor with you.”
“Oh, and what is that?” The younger man sitting behind the old rickety, oak desk says solemnly. The light flickers on and it shows the features of this handsome man. He is very defined in his face, and his eyes of sky’s blue are the only things that break his rigid exterior. His short dirty, blonde hair covers one of his eyes. His tight shirt and somewhat baggy pants reveal that he is only around the age of 18 years. “I’m going to assume that it is about the ship that crashed into the Venice Canal not too long ago.”
“Ye..Yes, but how did you know?”
“I do read the papers, Jenin.” He gets up and walks to the shut door. He slowly opens it and says again, “I’m already on the job, it’s a personal case, so you might as well leave now.” The elderly man slowly shuffles to the door and exits rather skittishly. ‘My father was on that ship. I must find out where he went, where he is.’ He thinks to himself.
The sky is dark, and the air is damp. The ground is still full of water from the rain that has newly stopped. He walks down the way of the Venice canal and dodges the rubble and debris that is scattered throughout this empty city. “What happened to all the people in this city? Where did they all go?” Dan walks up to the canal in the bridge that is wobbling and still breaking. The man stares at this giant ocean liner, it looks as if it didn’t want to be here, but not because it didn’t fit there. The shards of metal stick out all around, tears in the boat a long as a mile, buildings torn to pieces. Ridged edges and points like swords are everywhere surrounding this vessel. Yet, there is no sign of blood, no physical damage to anything living. He walks to the side of the boat and enters it through a tear. Dan Rizoku walks past every door in the ship looking for a sign of life, but yet none is found. He enters the last room, and a girl is laying on the floor sleeping. He pushes her a little bit, making sure she is sleeping and not just a lifeless body. She mutters and wakes up weakly. Her eyes squint as she tries to see who this man is hovered over her body.
“Who are you?” She says faintly as she tries to sit up.
“My name is Dan Rizoku, I’m here to help you. Can you tell me what happened to all the people in this city, and on this boat?”
“I hit my head on something, all I know is my name, Sierra Litore. I’m sorry I can’t be of any help to you.” She extends her hand and shakes his firmly.
“That is fine, you probably have a light case of amnesia. To be honest I didn’t expect any help figuring this out, so it is just the same.” He pulls her up and holds her hand, “Come with me?” She nods her head and they search the room for any clues; this is what he had done with every room in the ship. Like before there was nothing, they started searching all the rooms again. “Are you sure you remember nothing, no people, not hitting the buildings, not getting cut?” and he touches the temple of his head in reflection to her own.
“None of it, I don’t remember any, people…”she trails off, dazed in expression.
“I’ve passed this door several times and still have yet to open it. If only I could find the key, maybe there is something in there.” The girl holds up a set of what seems to be fifty rusted and molded keys.
“I found these when I first woke up, before I hit my head.” Dan takes the keys and fumbles through them, looking for the one that might fit the locks. They both sit there in that skeleton of a ship searching for a sign of life. They go through every key and of course it wasn’t until the last that opened the door.
“Finally we get this door open, I wonder what was so important that this door had to be locked when no others were.” Sierra gets up and walks into the room, the ship rumbles beneath her feet and the screech of metal against stone, like nails on a chalkboard, rushes throughout this liner. A part of the room caves in upon this young gifted girl. As soon as the last of the dust and rubble falls Dan rushes into the room with a look of extreme worry on his face. His eyes were but dots as he gazed into the room and sees the young girl once again piled on the floor. This time though something was different, she was covered in blood. Dan rushed to her side, “Sierra, come on wake up.” He shakes her gently as he had done before. Sierra coughs a few times and opens her eyes
“I remember…” she says quietly. “I remember what happened.”
“It doesn’t matter right now, you’re hurt.” He gapes at the gash in her forehead, it looks like the one she had before when they met. That gash was there again.
“Please let me answer your question, it’s the least I can do for you.” A stream of blood runs down from her forehead, over her left eye. The cut was bleeding again. Dan sighs heavily.
“Mmn, then very well Sierra. What happened to all the people on this ship, where did they go?” She smiles softly and respond with no hint of doubt in her voice.
“The people didn’t go anywhere.”
“What do you mean, Sierra?” Dan looked at her with perplexed eyes.
“They didn’t go anywhere…because there wasn’t ever anyone here Dan.” She groans and moves her hand from her stomach where a pool of dark red blood has formed.
“You’re sick” he says hesitantly “We need to get you to a doctor, now.” He picks her up and puts one of her arms over his shoulder. They start to head for the entrance that Dan came in. When this damaged couple gets there, Dan sets her down and starts to take a step outside.
“There wasn’t anyone ever here, this isn’t just a ghost ship, it…” he steps and lands one foot on the ground. The city of Venice ripples beneath him and he falls. Dan is now under water, his skin has been washed away and nothing remains but his rigid bones. They are covered in mildew and seaweed and grime. It looks as though this skeleton has been there for over one hundred years.
The girl is now there in the doorway to the exit of the ship, staring off into the black abyss that now surrounds her. “It’s not just a ghost ship, it just doesn’t exist.” The young girl fades away into the blackness as if she was a projection that had been turned off. The ship’s tears and cracks form back together and it sails away in black waves. A white ripple is flowing across this nothingness and the city of Plano is now shown, empty, no one there, and a ship is rested in Spring Creek. The ocean liner screams once more and the black smoke rises to the sky.