So I was going to bed last night, and started writing in my head. This is the end result...
The soft click of a round, plastic button, triggered by a long, slender thumb with ragged fingernails and quicks gnawed to the flesh. Images fade, colours turn to black.
A metallic ping, as the tiny spot of green incandescence flicks to red.
Silence. Warmth radiates, permeating the air.
The snap of a wall socket switch, halting the flow of the invisible, intangible, ineffable yet deadly power. Soft footfalls, muffled by carpet and a light tread; one, two, three. Four? A sharp click, the sound of a light switch.
A sudden loss of ambiance. Shadow prevails.
The low, rumbling rattle, as the wooden door rolls along its track, juddering and shunting. A hollow thonk of wood on wood.
Silence.
Darkness
Perfect.
So, what do you think? I'm about to type out part two, more of a narrative sort of thing.
Cheers,
Sledgehammer
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