Wrath
Wrath – Timon Tan
A breeze blew through the mountain side, scrumptiously sweeping by tiny molecules of ash and unseen specks of dust and dirt. Its size barely compared to anything, almost each of its individual entity invisible to any naked eye. On its own, the tiny molecule was harmless, non-threatening, and infinitely indestructible. Its nature as such that it can only be contained and held at bay, not destroyed completely rendering it ineffective to be itself. With these properties, it nearly seemed deceiving that it was ‘completely’ harmless, yet with a massive amounts of it in the air, the ash and dust could suffocate, draw the life out of an organic living being, cutting it off from what was most important to all organic beings, air.
The specks floated through the air, originating from a hot centre, a rim of fire that grew active by the moment, spewing out more dust and ash at every second. From the rim of fire, earth moved and heat brewed as forces beyond man grew and grew with intensity, with such force and power that no living being could ever imagine or understand. The inner structure of the world collided against each other, rubbing and storing energy that was soon to be released in bulk.
On the inside, the earth was ravaging. Inside, the earth was a ball of never ending fire, filled with molten rocks, at temperatures as hot as hell itself. The liquid fire within the earth moved about in currents, in circles as it circulate to the surface and back into its abyss of red. The liquid fire that circled to the surface solidified again, creating earth and rock. Most of it managed to release its hidden pressure, however, under the mountain side of an area, this pressure was building. Like a hose that was capped with the water on, the pressure built up, ready to burst the cap at any moment…releasing its fury onto the surface world.
On the surface, all looked calm. Nature went on its merry cycle of survival. The herbivore deer, blatantly chewed on the blades of grass that carpeted the hills, looking occupied and busy with its ingestion though actually vigilant of its surroundings and all that was going round it. Its eyes darting from the side of its skull from left to right, always on the sentry for potential predators, then a movement in the bushes, before the deer darted away into the trees.
A predator cat, a puma, near towards the rocky mountainous area. It lay lazily on the rocks, being filled from its last meal. In its den rested the carcass of a recently slain fawn, all its meat ripped from its bone, resting in the belly of the puma. The puma took no heed of anything else as it rested unlike the deer, ignoring everything. It was the predator…not the prey, with nothing to fear from…well at least from any living man or beast.
A distance from the mountain, two humans, two person, two people stood at a lookout point gazing upon the sight of nature, the volcano mountain. Its caps were covered in slight snow, clouds shading most of its top. The slopes leading down from the cap started out blackish, growing brown and than grey as it descended. Greens also richly littered the soil around the volcano, rising close to the snow at the rim.
One of the person was in his age, an older person, with black hair that turned white with time. His face was covered in wrinkles and light pimples that yet somehow, improved his looks, making him look wiser and matured, not uglier and older. Though old by years, his spirit and heart was still young, physically, he was strong as well, being able to keep up with his young son as they climbed the hills and mountain side, at times, even faster then him, using his experience to his advantage in traveling over the terrain.
His younger counterpart stepped up behind him. His son, his own flesh and blood. He placed his arm on his father’s shoulder, breathing heavily as he caught his breathe once more. He held his head facing the ground, than looked up in the direction his father was looking, at the volcano. He stared at it for a moment, being hypnotized by the glory and awesome power of nature. He had never seen such sights in person before, only in pictures, moving pictures and through his imagination by what others said. Beyond that, he had been too young, too inexperienced to climb the mountain alone, he could only climb up to a certain height before being held back by the tinning of the air. But now being older, at a ripen age of eighteen could do almost anything being at the prime of his life.
“Hey dad. This is amazing!” The son gasped in realized awe as he began to examine the volcano with his very own eyes.
“What did I tell you son? This is heaven! Breathe in the fresh mountain air.” He said than took a deep breath, feeling and being at all calm.
The two flesh and blood sat on the ground, with their backs on the green grassy field. The father closed his eyes, his mind drifting back to his wife as the breeze blew across his face, reminding him of all the times…the son, his thoughts flew back to his girlfriend. He thought of her face, her smile, her voice, all that brought love and joy and happiness to his heart. He imagined walking down these fields with her, holding her hand, skipping by the lilies, playing by the riverside…simply, what it seemed like heaven.
But below the surface, right beneath their very feet, the fires of earth ravaged. It ravaged more violently than ever, as more pressure built up, then with a shock, released this pressure onto the surface world.
For a moment, everything was quiet. All the animals turned silent. There was not a sound. No squeaks, no chirps, no pats…nothing. It was an absolute silence, like a gun shot had just occurred and then the deadly stillness that followed. It was the same.
The father stood up immediately. He knew something was wrong. An unholy silence. The son followed through, his instincts made him feel uncomfortable. He looked at his father, his father looked back. An unconscious agreement was made between them. They bolted immediately!
BOOM!
“RUN!”
BOOM!
“DON’T LOOK BACK!”
“By Jove! Look at the vol!” The hunter shouted! He pointed his finger at the mushroom cloud that rose in the sky from the volcano top. His companion gasped in shock, his natural reaction frozen in shock.
“No way! Oh no! The professor! He and his son said to climb the mountain today!” The companion said and turned to the hunter, nudging him. “COME ON! LETS GO!”
The ground shook with fury! The son tripped! The father turned! His face caught a glimpse of the armageddon that raged behind him. The mountain went up in a rage of black smoke and cloud! Red could be seen spewing from the side of the mountain, the trees flattened as pyroclastic flow swept in. It was heading their way!
He picked up his son immediately, slapping his hand across his face as he tried to look what was behind them, stopping him from doing so, jerking his wrist pulling him forcefully from the ground.
In all directions, the animals fled! The birds flew from the trees, screeching a song that was never heard before, the puma’s stretching those legs as far as it would go, sensing a feeling that was unusual to its natural call, fear. The deer bounced, bounced along side the puma, running the opposite direction from the exploding volcano. It plummeted ash, smog, rocks, earth, and toxin into the air. The sky around it turned black at once, the air poisonous killing all who breathe in its immediately vicinity. From the sky, birds fell motionless to the ground, giving in, one by one, the deer’s fell on its side in mid-stride from shortness of breath.
Meanwhile, the father and son ran! They ran as fast, as speedy, as quickly as one could. It was not a run to win a competition, or to test one’s self, but a run to save one’s life…
From the mountain, seas of red spewed from it! It flowed as quickly as water, moving through the country side like a flash flood. It swallowed trees and animals that were in its ways, setting alight all. All was charred, nothing stood. There was a metal object in the way of the stream also. Its rubber soles burst with the heat, catching fire. The metal chassis twisted and moaned, the glass shattered spreading its projectiles all over the internals. Anyone inside the metal object would have been killed…it did not stood a chance.
The father’s shoe scraped the side, skidding down the slope for a quick escape. The son followed through, attempting to imitate his father’s skill, instead he fell on his side in an uncontrollable slide rolling all over the gravel. The trees by now covered their view of the mountain. The father was glad. He did not want to witness the eruption. It was unthinkable! He held his son’s hand and ran on, running towards the direction of his car that was in the nearby bushes. His only plan of escape was such, they could not stay so close to the eruption point…escape…flight…that was all he could do, even if it was pointless…
“Oh my!” The son screamed!
In front of them, a river of red flowed. Lava, molten rock, it consumed the entire path before them. They ran along side it. No! It could not be!
Their car was crumbling under the lava. It laid right in the middle of the river, twisting into scrap metal every second. They’re only hope of escape! Gone! NO! NO! FAR OUT!
“What are we going to do?” His son shouted, his voice evident with fear…the certainty of death, almost now a reality.
The father paused for a while, getting some space to think. He looked at the lava. NO! Think positive! Think! They might be a way to survive this!
“We find a cave. We might not be able to escape, but we can still hide.” The father said with fingers crossed. No. It was useless. Death was almost certain, but hope…with hope, there’s life!
The father and son hand in hand ran again. They hugged the hillside, looking for a cave, or even a hole they could hide in while hell raged around outside….
They ran on. There was no sign of a cave. There were no caves in this area. He kept running, following the stream of lava. If he could outrun the lava…maybe…maybe…but still, the pyroclastic flow? He could not outrun the major eruption…it was just impossible.
He stopped for a moment, breathless, his son stopped too, they both catch their breath. The father turned his back. More smoke and ash ejected from the chimney. It settled down on them slowly, filling the air with ash…he breathed it in and coughed. The air…it was slowly killing them. Have to get out of here fast.
“DAD!” The son screamed! He pointed at the opposite end of the river. On the other end, there a car pulled up, its lights breaking through the ash cloud that settled upon them. The Hunter and his companion stepped out, covering their mouth with a cloth! They waved over to them!
“Professor!” The hunter shouted over! He looked at the ground. The river…the river of lava…it was all that lay between them and safety. It was nearly thirty meters wide. Too wide!
BOOM!
The top of the volcano went off! Pyroclastic flow flooded out of its tip! It was a cloud, a dense thick, super heated gas cloud. It hugged the ground and flowed like avalanche, growing faster and faster as it ate up everything in its path. It was a monster…a lifeless consuming dispassionate moving cloud of death and destruction…
The father looked over his shoulder. Over the trees, he saw the cloud traveled down the side of the mountain into their direction.
The son panicked, he gripped his father by the shoulder.
“What are we gonna do?!”
The father turned again. The cloud approached. The hunter beckoned for him. He looked around. There was no fallen log that could act as a bridge. He did not have a rope…there was no way they could cross…
“Jump!” Shouted the hunter.
The son and father turned in unison. Behind, the super heated cloud, certain death. In front, the river of lava, almost certain death as well…still they could try their luck and jump it…maybe…a miracle.
“Come on. In three!” The father said, gritting his teeth, preparing for what was certain death.
“One!”
The hunter waved!
“Two!”
The father and son breathed.
“Three!”
The both of them ran! Stretching as far as they could! They got slowly to the edge…
A breeze blew through the mountain side, scrumptiously sweeping by tiny molecules of ash and unseen specks of dust and dirt. Its size barely compared to anything, almost each of its individual entity invisible to any naked eye. On its own, the tiny molecule was harmless, non-threatening, and infinitely indestructible. Its nature as such that it can only be contained and held at bay, not destroyed completely rendering it ineffective to be itself. With these properties, it nearly seemed deceiving that it was ‘completely’ harmless, yet with a massive amounts of it in the air, the ash and dust could suffocate, draw the life out of an organic living being, cutting it off from what was most important to all organic beings, air.
The specks floated through the air, originating from a hot centre, a rim of fire that grew active by the moment, spewing out more dust and ash at every second. From the rim of fire, earth moved and heat brewed as forces beyond man grew and grew with intensity, with such force and power that no living being could ever imagine or understand. The inner structure of the world collided against each other, rubbing and storing energy that was soon to be released in bulk.
On the inside, the earth was ravaging. Inside, the earth was a ball of never ending fire, filled with molten rocks, at temperatures as hot as hell itself. The liquid fire within the earth moved about in currents, in circles as it circulate to the surface and back into its abyss of red. The liquid fire that circled to the surface solidified again, creating earth and rock. Most of it managed to release its hidden pressure, however, under the mountain side of an area, this pressure was building. Like a hose that was capped with the water on, the pressure built up, ready to burst the cap at any moment…releasing its fury onto the surface world.
On the surface, all looked calm. Nature went on its merry cycle of survival. The herbivore deer, blatantly chewed on the blades of grass that carpeted the hills, looking occupied and busy with its ingestion though actually vigilant of its surroundings and all that was going round it. Its eyes darting from the side of its skull from left to right, always on the sentry for potential predators, then a movement in the bushes, before the deer darted away into the trees.
A predator cat, a puma, near towards the rocky mountainous area. It lay lazily on the rocks, being filled from its last meal. In its den rested the carcass of a recently slain fawn, all its meat ripped from its bone, resting in the belly of the puma. The puma took no heed of anything else as it rested unlike the deer, ignoring everything. It was the predator…not the prey, with nothing to fear from…well at least from any living man or beast.
A distance from the mountain, two humans, two person, two people stood at a lookout point gazing upon the sight of nature, the volcano mountain. Its caps were covered in slight snow, clouds shading most of its top. The slopes leading down from the cap started out blackish, growing brown and than grey as it descended. Greens also richly littered the soil around the volcano, rising close to the snow at the rim.
One of the person was in his age, an older person, with black hair that turned white with time. His face was covered in wrinkles and light pimples that yet somehow, improved his looks, making him look wiser and matured, not uglier and older. Though old by years, his spirit and heart was still young, physically, he was strong as well, being able to keep up with his young son as they climbed the hills and mountain side, at times, even faster then him, using his experience to his advantage in traveling over the terrain.
His younger counterpart stepped up behind him. His son, his own flesh and blood. He placed his arm on his father’s shoulder, breathing heavily as he caught his breathe once more. He held his head facing the ground, than looked up in the direction his father was looking, at the volcano. He stared at it for a moment, being hypnotized by the glory and awesome power of nature. He had never seen such sights in person before, only in pictures, moving pictures and through his imagination by what others said. Beyond that, he had been too young, too inexperienced to climb the mountain alone, he could only climb up to a certain height before being held back by the tinning of the air. But now being older, at a ripen age of eighteen could do almost anything being at the prime of his life.
“Hey dad. This is amazing!” The son gasped in realized awe as he began to examine the volcano with his very own eyes.
“What did I tell you son? This is heaven! Breathe in the fresh mountain air.” He said than took a deep breath, feeling and being at all calm.
The two flesh and blood sat on the ground, with their backs on the green grassy field. The father closed his eyes, his mind drifting back to his wife as the breeze blew across his face, reminding him of all the times…the son, his thoughts flew back to his girlfriend. He thought of her face, her smile, her voice, all that brought love and joy and happiness to his heart. He imagined walking down these fields with her, holding her hand, skipping by the lilies, playing by the riverside…simply, what it seemed like heaven.
But below the surface, right beneath their very feet, the fires of earth ravaged. It ravaged more violently than ever, as more pressure built up, then with a shock, released this pressure onto the surface world.
For a moment, everything was quiet. All the animals turned silent. There was not a sound. No squeaks, no chirps, no pats…nothing. It was an absolute silence, like a gun shot had just occurred and then the deadly stillness that followed. It was the same.
The father stood up immediately. He knew something was wrong. An unholy silence. The son followed through, his instincts made him feel uncomfortable. He looked at his father, his father looked back. An unconscious agreement was made between them. They bolted immediately!
BOOM!
“RUN!”
BOOM!
“DON’T LOOK BACK!”
“By Jove! Look at the vol!” The hunter shouted! He pointed his finger at the mushroom cloud that rose in the sky from the volcano top. His companion gasped in shock, his natural reaction frozen in shock.
“No way! Oh no! The professor! He and his son said to climb the mountain today!” The companion said and turned to the hunter, nudging him. “COME ON! LETS GO!”
The ground shook with fury! The son tripped! The father turned! His face caught a glimpse of the armageddon that raged behind him. The mountain went up in a rage of black smoke and cloud! Red could be seen spewing from the side of the mountain, the trees flattened as pyroclastic flow swept in. It was heading their way!
He picked up his son immediately, slapping his hand across his face as he tried to look what was behind them, stopping him from doing so, jerking his wrist pulling him forcefully from the ground.
In all directions, the animals fled! The birds flew from the trees, screeching a song that was never heard before, the puma’s stretching those legs as far as it would go, sensing a feeling that was unusual to its natural call, fear. The deer bounced, bounced along side the puma, running the opposite direction from the exploding volcano. It plummeted ash, smog, rocks, earth, and toxin into the air. The sky around it turned black at once, the air poisonous killing all who breathe in its immediately vicinity. From the sky, birds fell motionless to the ground, giving in, one by one, the deer’s fell on its side in mid-stride from shortness of breath.
Meanwhile, the father and son ran! They ran as fast, as speedy, as quickly as one could. It was not a run to win a competition, or to test one’s self, but a run to save one’s life…
From the mountain, seas of red spewed from it! It flowed as quickly as water, moving through the country side like a flash flood. It swallowed trees and animals that were in its ways, setting alight all. All was charred, nothing stood. There was a metal object in the way of the stream also. Its rubber soles burst with the heat, catching fire. The metal chassis twisted and moaned, the glass shattered spreading its projectiles all over the internals. Anyone inside the metal object would have been killed…it did not stood a chance.
The father’s shoe scraped the side, skidding down the slope for a quick escape. The son followed through, attempting to imitate his father’s skill, instead he fell on his side in an uncontrollable slide rolling all over the gravel. The trees by now covered their view of the mountain. The father was glad. He did not want to witness the eruption. It was unthinkable! He held his son’s hand and ran on, running towards the direction of his car that was in the nearby bushes. His only plan of escape was such, they could not stay so close to the eruption point…escape…flight…that was all he could do, even if it was pointless…
“Oh my!” The son screamed!
In front of them, a river of red flowed. Lava, molten rock, it consumed the entire path before them. They ran along side it. No! It could not be!
Their car was crumbling under the lava. It laid right in the middle of the river, twisting into scrap metal every second. They’re only hope of escape! Gone! NO! NO! FAR OUT!
“What are we going to do?” His son shouted, his voice evident with fear…the certainty of death, almost now a reality.
The father paused for a while, getting some space to think. He looked at the lava. NO! Think positive! Think! They might be a way to survive this!
“We find a cave. We might not be able to escape, but we can still hide.” The father said with fingers crossed. No. It was useless. Death was almost certain, but hope…with hope, there’s life!
The father and son hand in hand ran again. They hugged the hillside, looking for a cave, or even a hole they could hide in while hell raged around outside….
They ran on. There was no sign of a cave. There were no caves in this area. He kept running, following the stream of lava. If he could outrun the lava…maybe…maybe…but still, the pyroclastic flow? He could not outrun the major eruption…it was just impossible.
He stopped for a moment, breathless, his son stopped too, they both catch their breath. The father turned his back. More smoke and ash ejected from the chimney. It settled down on them slowly, filling the air with ash…he breathed it in and coughed. The air…it was slowly killing them. Have to get out of here fast.
“DAD!” The son screamed! He pointed at the opposite end of the river. On the other end, there a car pulled up, its lights breaking through the ash cloud that settled upon them. The Hunter and his companion stepped out, covering their mouth with a cloth! They waved over to them!
“Professor!” The hunter shouted over! He looked at the ground. The river…the river of lava…it was all that lay between them and safety. It was nearly thirty meters wide. Too wide!
BOOM!
The top of the volcano went off! Pyroclastic flow flooded out of its tip! It was a cloud, a dense thick, super heated gas cloud. It hugged the ground and flowed like avalanche, growing faster and faster as it ate up everything in its path. It was a monster…a lifeless consuming dispassionate moving cloud of death and destruction…
The father looked over his shoulder. Over the trees, he saw the cloud traveled down the side of the mountain into their direction.
The son panicked, he gripped his father by the shoulder.
“What are we gonna do?!”
The father turned again. The cloud approached. The hunter beckoned for him. He looked around. There was no fallen log that could act as a bridge. He did not have a rope…there was no way they could cross…
“Jump!” Shouted the hunter.
The son and father turned in unison. Behind, the super heated cloud, certain death. In front, the river of lava, almost certain death as well…still they could try their luck and jump it…maybe…a miracle.
“Come on. In three!” The father said, gritting his teeth, preparing for what was certain death.
“One!”
The hunter waved!
“Two!”
The father and son breathed.
“Three!”
The both of them ran! Stretching as far as they could! They got slowly to the edge…
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