CW: Mention of Possible Car Crash/Brief Mention of Blood
Summary: an entity that goes by the name Z moves the heavens for a babe before lessons. and is atlas in all his dreaming.
undisclosed area. 4:03 am. trains and fog. an ungloved hand dips a finger into cold water. if the impact does not kill the family of three- the water will. z checks watch. and the air goes dead still, a mosquito has nestled behind his ear. there is no buzz, no sounds of shattering glass or metal crumpling or the cry of a babe.
z rises from the tall wet grass now like razors in frozen time. brushes dirt from thighs as fiberglass in his hands. this is why he brought gloves. happens all the time; hazards of the job. the blood droplets are pinpricks that slip back into what can only be described as leather looking gloves.
though they wash as skin.
the train was early. the family had wanted to hit the road at an early god forsaken hour to miss traffic. most unfortunate set of coincidences. the reaper bends down to look into the car whose front end was a last breath way from the red train.
coal, he thinks. humans still burn the stuff, smells black and ready to blacken those glorious lungs.
in the passenger side, wife had a little drool dribble with her face pressed against glass. light would be the last thing she saw. husband with an desk office pooch would not be so lucky. and the sleeping babe, well she, she would keep sleeping. he wouldn’t have let one bit of blood stain the blue flowered onesie.
and if you might imagine pushing the entire universe's minute hand back- you would be a quarter of the way there in understanding who and what we are dealing with. z put his whole weight like atlas against the front end of the car and pushed. sweat collects as his lip. And his whole vision starts tunneling. almost there.
then it was done.
the car looks like it didn’t even move an inch.¾’s of inch to be exact. for all intents and purposes the scene looks the same as it should. z’s chest heaves and his shadow slumps behind him. “I know, I know” in a soothing voice and a finger reaches back to stroke it. “Good work, luv.” curls around hand before going back to standing tall behind him.
deja vu isn’t people on the right track.
it's when death makes a stop because he was bored before lessons. it’s not mercy if you are just doing it to fill the time.
