Winslow looked at his hand, turning over, flexing the fingers as if he was trying on a left-handed glove.
The cold had stiffened his fingers, his joints ached as he clinched his hand.
Looking over the city below, standing alone at the dirty and unkept scenic overlook stop.
The lights glowed on the buildings just past his hand. The view was surreal, the lights flickered like magic orbs around the clinched left fist. He knew all at once his strength, resolve, and the power of what was to come.
His attention turning to his right hand, in it was held a smart phone that was powered down. A simple press of his thumb and the device begin powering up. Winslow could feel his pulse begin to quicken as the progress bar slowly crossed the screen.
“No, focus… this is for them… this is for everything taken… this is the choice…” Winslow grinded out the words in a low volume, exaggerated by each puff of fog from his warm breath as the words tumbled out.
The phone now on, Winslow focused on it. Time was of the essence. No lock, no code, no goofy face ID. The phone was up and waiting at the home menu. He pressed the handset, with the keypad now displayed he held the number one until it dialed.
That was it. Seconds later the world changed.
As sounds of loud bangs and obvious explosions echoed up the valley wall to the mountain side perch of the scenic view stop; he took the phone between both hands and with all the rage and anger that lead to this point, snapped it in half. The screen shattered. The phone powered off as the batter popped and sizzled. He pried the SIM card from the carcass of the phone and then the memory card. Holding them in is right palm for a moment he stared at them. His face seemed to radiate contemplation on his next act, while in fact his mind was already made up. Seconds later the chips were in his mouth as he could feel the crack, bend, and snap between his teeth.
With a grunted swallow, Winslow turned and started to walk back to the road. His dark stained oilcloth duster’s tails flipping with the force of his turn. Dragging behind him a tree branch he had found laying in the dirt. The chaotic woody pattern scrapped along his path to the road, destroying his tracks.
Dropping the branch and pocketing the left overs of the broken phone, Winslow looked around.
Not a soul. Not even the stir of life in the woods around his path after all his noise. Winslow did stop and contemplate this. ‘Had the evil he felt, witnessed, and fought, grown so terrifying that nature dare not speak now?’ He closed his eyes in disgust at his ponderings, as the first waves of burning debris and panicked alarms, sirens, even some screams hit his ears. Slowly he plugged wireless speakers into each ear. He looked over his right shoulder and the chaotic dance of infernal flames sprinkled with embers wafting in the cold winds.
“Toggled.” With the one-word whispered vibrations began to thunder from his speakers into his skull. The sounds of the music selected powering its way through and around his mind. At the exact same time he could hear the wind blow the leaves and rustle them to life as his energy began to gather.
Winslow smiled and buttoned his duster’s tactical shemagh and twisted his head and neck to the up and left to pop the stress out of it. A long deep breath and he came to the drop in the song playing in his ears. Exactly forty-nine seconds into Darude Sandstorm, wings of fire ripped out of the back of Winslow’s duster and all that was left at ground level was a wave of dust and pebbles racing outward from where he had just been standing.
Winslow now sailed through the cold night air toward the city that sparkled and glowed with chaos below.Static Magick
aka Soulbound Heart