Creative Writing: 9/11

Not a word was spoken as an array of people, including myself, studied the pictures of that horrific day that aligned the wall of the dimmed entrance to the 9/11 Memorial Museum. The silence was an eerie and somber stillness that invoked grief into the hearts of all, even those such as myself who were too young to even remember the terror that took place nearby. Projected on the pillars were the stories of people and their reactions to the attack as it was happening, adding to the solemn mood. Already, even before I had reached the part that was the museum, a heavy grief for people that I never even knew swelled in my heart.

“That’s ok I’ll help you.” My mom said as she could tell I was scared.

Back in the main level of the factory, Wolf and Fox find Hawk lying on the ground, pale and unresponsive, his bulletproof vest next to him and the edges of a red stain showing around a wad of gauze. A soldier that Fox assumes is N-Unit's medic kneels next to him, along with Snake and Coyote. The three medics are talking frantically among themselves. The rest of N-Unit hovers nervously nearby; the rest of H-Unit is nowhere to be seen. Dust particles dance through the beams of sunlight from the holes where windows used to be, giving the whole scene a strangely dreamy air.

"9.5 billion people killed during the initial start of the War of Nations,also known as "The Great Bombing Raid", over the next 4 year, millions more became sick with radiation poisoning and died while those that..." the history professor said as he droned on about how everything came about. Ariella let out of sigh of boredom tapping her pencil against the notebook in front of her. She had already read through the whole entire course book already learning that the war had created two separate races the "Ningen" and the "Senshi" which were enemies since the Senshi could shapeshift into certain animals and the Ningen couldn't.

“You got up to go to the toilet but then you fainted. I brought you here. Your mum’s on her way to pick you up.”

“Mama!”. She nestled into her mother’s arms. “Why would they do this to me? How could they?”

“Okay sweetie, get some rest, and we will get there soon, just wanted to check on you.” said my Mom.

“Well mom, that’s me,” I couldn't see past the sea of tears that came pouring out of my eyes.

"She isn't going to last much longer." I feel my body shaking. I can't see my mom any more as they lift me onto a bed. I count five doctors and four nurses.

“Ok sit down and eat this.” she told me as she handed me a bowl of eggs with peppers that looked absolutely disgusting.

Mom would be home soon and I was getting kind of bored. I broke through the gaggle of girls barking at Krista, said a quick goodbye and started home. Luckily for me, Krista’s house was only 5 or 10 minutes away from mine. Unluckily for me, I didn’t bring a coat, so I had to trek into the frigid, biting wind that nipped at my body the entire time home. As soon as I reached my house my body was wrapped in a blanket of warmth, the familiar smell of waffles and syrup greeting my nose. Since my mom wouldn’t be home for another hour or so, I didn’t try to sneak back in. Yet to my surprise, as I stomped upstairs I heard a voice coming from her room. It’s probably just Ally on the phone or something, I reassured myself. When I passed by my mom’s room, it wasn’t Ally standing there, it was my mom pacing the room with a worried expression on her face. Something I’ve never seen

A city layered in the ash of its own citizens. A city muddled and elsewhere, weeping as it toppled. Skyscrapers - gone.

John Taylor, a proud man living in new orleans, wakes up to what appeared a normal day. John had received a voicemail on his wide screen. Familiar with advance technology he quickly realizes it's an emergency alert sent by his uncle. The emergency alert read “ tropical Depression twelve formed a category 1 hurricane over the Bahamas at 5:00 pm EDT August 23, 2005.” If John wasn’t so tired from lifting weights last night he would have prevented the worst from happening. Instead he continues with his sleep

“I’m ok, I’m ok,” croaked Jack. His head feebly shifted from side to side. Jack’s eyes began to flutter. He could see his mother kneeling in front of him.

As Loki left Thor alone on the rooftop the blond god sighed in disappointment as he nodded his head negatively, it was a rather slim chance of Loki doing the right thing … at least this once, and now he regretted taking it.