|The Last Song (standard:drama, 655 words)|
|Author: hvysmker||Added: Dec 30 2004||Views/Reads: 2478/0||Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)|
|The End of a race and the end of the solar system.|
“How did they ever dig up these instruments?” Sharon's date exclaimed. He had just returned from the orchestra pit, where he was politely, but firmly, refused entrance. “I'm a professor of Music and have studied it all my life, and I can't even identify half of them.” “Don't worry about it, Donald.” Sharon was slightly peeved, “we're here for a holiday, the last day on Earth, and you worry about ancient musical instruments. Forget it, we don't have time to worry about anything like that.” Their table was almost lost among hundreds of others in a vast arena built specially for the occasion. Because of the circumstances it would never be used but the one time. The occasion was the end of the Solar System. Already the force had taken Neptune and Jupiter, both with brief flashes. The sight had been amplified for their enjoyment. Traveling faster than the speed of light, the force headed for their position near a long snuffed out Sol itself. “This next number was written by an old time composer, so long ago his birth is lost in antiquity, but his name was Mozert, or something like that. It was called a watz. Enjoy.” They could see the Disk Jockey pop a half inch disk in his machine. Soft music flowed over the huge room. “What happened to the orchestra?” Sharon asked, “you didn't, did you?” “Well, it's their fault. They should have let me look.” Donald gave his sheepish reply, eyes downcast. “All that money for the event, and you ruin it already.” She glared. “You promised me you'd wait. I hope your friends are better at waiting than you are.” “I couldn't help it honey. Maybe if the food and drinks had arrived on time?” “Wouldn't have made any difference.” She turned away, “wipe your bloody mouth at least.” “Get ready, Ladies and Gentlemen. Mars is next, only moments away.” The excited DJ turned up the volume on his Mozart rendition. They could see through a huge plastic dome as Mars flashed out of existence. A lone pair of cymbals clashed from the direction of the now defunct orchestra. “At least you saved a tidbit for your friends.” Sharon whispered, “you're losing your touch, Donald Honey.” A waiter finally brought them old fashioned hamburgers and french fries, along with fresh drinks. “Hurry up, Dear, we don't want to miss Earth.” Donald salivated at the thought, “it's when the main course begins.” “Our people were the first, Donald, long before humans,” She stared into what was left of the Solar System, “and, by God, we're going out with a bang.” Sharon kept her head inverted, not wanting to show weakness in the form of tearing eyes. She thought of all the centuries her people had hidden in plain sight of humans. And how the final incurable disease had decimated their numbers. The last of them were in this room, still mixed among unsuspecting humans. Soon after the time machine had shut down, Sharon had planted her explosive charges amid the electronic coils. There was no going back. “Ladies and Gentlemen, the end of our Planet, the glorious planet Earth.” The DJ cried out as a flash seemed to fill the huge enclosure. That flash was the signal. Dozens of vampires, the last of a race, rose and started eating. Humans ran and tried to hide, but the predators found them, laughing and playing with their food; vampires feasted on soft flesh. The end of Venus was hardly noted in the food fight of torn off and half eaten human limbs filling the air. Only the demise of Mercury, a few seconds away, stayed the crowd. Sharon and Donald stopped fighting over a human child at the flash. They dropped the remains and held hands, looking into each other's eyes as the force flashed over them. A lone tear from Sharon's eye only made it half way to her cheek. Tweet
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