Post by ||Megs|| on Jun 10, 2007 22:10:41 GMT -5
Sight gazed out of the window, a slight smile on his lips as he gazed down at the hundreds of buildings and the thousands of cars that traveled on their little roads. It was such a nice day, and he felt pretty happy. He was with his dad, who worked in the south tower of the Twin Towers, a rather big privilege on his part. As long as he did not disturb him, or any one else, Sight was welcome to stick around. Even though they were not too close to the top of the tower, everything looked so very small. He wondered what it was like up there up at the top...
"Sight, would you like a drink?" His dad asked from across the room. Sight brushed his brown and black dyed hair away from his face as he went over to his father's desk, carefully avoiding the ladders where some crewmen were trying to set up a long, fancy florescent light. It looked heavy, and currently unstable. Sight didn't want to be under if it happened to fall before they were done. How his dad could work in the racket, though, he didn't know.
Sight poured himself a glass of iced water from a pitcher near the edge of the desk, noticing his dad had disappeared behind some mound of paper. He smiled and sipped from his cup, going back to the window again.
"Mr. McCray, we'll be back shortly to finish. Please be careful, it's still unsteady." One of the crewmen said, indicating to the light that was barely half way up, the other end carefully balanced on top of one of the three ladders. A hand popped up from behind the mound of papers on the desk, flashing a thumbs-up sign. The crewman chuckled, and he and the other two departed from the room, shutting the door behind them.
"So, how goes your band, son?" Sight glanced over to the desk, where he saw his dad looking over the mound of various papers and envelopes, a half-grin on his charming face.
"Good! We've caught a good bit of attention."
"That's great! Almost done with your sample album, I assume?" Sensing a second question behind it, Sight grinned.
"Yes, you get a copy." Mr. McCoy gave a big smile, looking very pleased as he disappeared among his papers again.
Sight returned to his gazing, and looked up to see if he could spot a cloud. Aah, there was one! It was sure tiny, though. But it seemed...different. Five minutes trickled by, and Sight crinkled his paper foam cup. He tossed it over to the wastebasket near his dad's desk, and made it in. Smiling at his success, Sight looked back up out through the window. Suddenly, the cloud wasn't a cloud anymore. It was an airplane. It seemed to be coming a tad bit too close...he caught his breath as it headed straight in the direction of the tower.
"Dad!" he managed to gasp out, going pale, light blue eyes widening. Mr. McCoy was over with his son in an instant, and when he saw, his hand flew up and ran through his blond hair, a nervous habit.
"Sight, let's get out of here," he said, taking his adopted son's arm and pulling him away. But it was too late. Everything happened so fast, Sight could barely understand what exactly had happened. There was a terrible 'boom' sound, and everything seemed to shake. McCoy lost his grip, trying to keep his balance and Sight bumped right into the ladder that was holding up the dangling end of the heavy light. Sight felt frozen as it fell directly for him...
But Sight was suddenly pushed out of the way, just as all the lights turned off and a billowing smoke cloud outside the window suddenly converged all sunlight. He heard a grunt of pain and the shattering of glass as he hit the floor hard, losing all breath, feeling like he was suffocating in the darkness.