IMPETUS: the force by which a body moves.
A single flickering street lamp illuminated the abandoned streets below. Ash danced on the wind, interrupted by the charred, black skeletons of what had once been sturdy foundations to village houses, coating the parts of the street where there was still gasoline with burnt memories. It settled on the occasional corpse, mimicking skin where the muscle had been touched by fire, drawing halos of gray chalk around the shattered skulls of innocents that had died escaping before the flames could claim them.
In the center of the road was the tiny body of a little girl, the hair burned cleanly from her scalp. Her body was twisted haphazardly in a thousand different directions; her neck had bent backward completely …show more content…
"I don't either, girl. Come now, to the city. I'm sure your mother will be there somewhere."
Impetus draped an arm around the shoulders of the doll, and her wrist brushed the broken glass of the mannequin's other shoulder, opening a bloody gash in her arm and staining Cinderella red.
"Oops. Maybe I should patch you up a little bit, you do look kind of..." Impetus glanced over the glass doll's melted physique. "Just hold still."
The angel smoothed her hand over the stump of the doll's arm, and with a gentle sort of warmth unlike the scorching flames of the fire that had destroyed Cinderella's home, smoothed over the jagged patch and made it safe. Impetus then reached into the flattened parts of the doll's side where she had melted into the gravel and shaped them back into what she had imagined a regular human would look like. She reached for the doll's unrecognizable face and paused, unsure of how to restore Cinderella to her former appearance and unable to create a new visage for her because of her own inexperience with human anatomy. Her golden eyes clouded, and the liquid in them slowed with worry and hesitance, before she decided to mold the girl in her own image and be done with it.
She laughed when the deed was
A single flickering street lamp illuminated the abandoned streets below. Ash danced on the wind, interrupted by the charred, black skeletons of what had once been sturdy foundations to village houses, coating the parts of the street where there was still gasoline with burnt memories. It settled on the occasional corpse, mimicking skin where the muscle had been touched by fire, drawing halos of gray chalk around the shattered skulls of innocents that had died escaping before the flames could claim them.
In the center of the road was the tiny body of a little girl, the hair burned cleanly from her scalp. Her body was twisted haphazardly in a thousand different directions; her neck had bent backward completely …show more content…
"I don't either, girl. Come now, to the city. I'm sure your mother will be there somewhere."
Impetus draped an arm around the shoulders of the doll, and her wrist brushed the broken glass of the mannequin's other shoulder, opening a bloody gash in her arm and staining Cinderella red.
"Oops. Maybe I should patch you up a little bit, you do look kind of..." Impetus glanced over the glass doll's melted physique. "Just hold still."
The angel smoothed her hand over the stump of the doll's arm, and with a gentle sort of warmth unlike the scorching flames of the fire that had destroyed Cinderella's home, smoothed over the jagged patch and made it safe. Impetus then reached into the flattened parts of the doll's side where she had melted into the gravel and shaped them back into what she had imagined a regular human would look like. She reached for the doll's unrecognizable face and paused, unsure of how to restore Cinderella to her former appearance and unable to create a new visage for her because of her own inexperience with human anatomy. Her golden eyes clouded, and the liquid in them slowed with worry and hesitance, before she decided to mold the girl in her own image and be done with it.
She laughed when the deed was