A brief political video II
Sep. 6th, 2006 03:44 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
jackSuddenly Tony was standing up, the Cabinet surrounding him. He glanced about nervously. "Actually, I really must be going..."
He stepped toward the door, but the rank of suits closed in front of him. "No, Tony," said Gordon. "It isn't going to happen."
Tony turned to look at his Chancellor. Gordon's hard face loomed towards him, and stretched, yawning, and went on stretching. He looked round the room, and the walls were fading away, turning into an expanse of sparsly wooded tundra.
Straggly fir trees dotted the plain, errupting out of the frigid snow, which piled in drifts up to the table they'd been sitting at a moment ago. Gordon pushed him, and as he stumbled the other men moved out of his way. He turned back, but Gordon was right there behind him. He snarled in his face, and shook a mane of lengthening hair. "Go!"
Tony stepped backwards. "Go!" snarled Gordon again, his decidedly lupine features making it harder and harder to talk. Tony turned and hurried into the snow. Howls came up behind him, and he started to run.
The snow was awful to hurry in. He sank to his ankles on every step, strewing skads of snow to either side with little effect, and slipping and slding up and down drifts. Behind him the men loped leasurely forward, several now almost completely transformed. Gordon still strode in the middle of the pack, gesturing the wolves forward and preparing to unleash them.
Tony scrambled desperately forward, making little headway, until something buried in the snow turned his ankle and he tumbled. He struggled to rise, but his leg twisted under him and he slid down again, coming hard onto the obstruction.
He grasped at it, hoping for something he could use as a weapon, and pulled free a bone, part of a skeleton buried in the snow. A wolf landed on him, scattering the snow and bones, and he saw remnants of clothes he recognised as Margaret's before his view was filled with snapping, saliva-filled jaws.
He grabbed for its neck, holding it momentarily away from his throat, and struggled for long moments until the rest of the pack surrounded him.
Now the largest wolf with still recognisable human features shouldered it aside and crouched over him in turn. It regarded him sadly and as its jaws momentarily gaped, he thought he saw them trying to form the shape of the words, "Goodbye, Tony." He slumped back, and wolf growled, and dived in for the kill.
He stepped toward the door, but the rank of suits closed in front of him. "No, Tony," said Gordon. "It isn't going to happen."
Tony turned to look at his Chancellor. Gordon's hard face loomed towards him, and stretched, yawning, and went on stretching. He looked round the room, and the walls were fading away, turning into an expanse of sparsly wooded tundra.
Straggly fir trees dotted the plain, errupting out of the frigid snow, which piled in drifts up to the table they'd been sitting at a moment ago. Gordon pushed him, and as he stumbled the other men moved out of his way. He turned back, but Gordon was right there behind him. He snarled in his face, and shook a mane of lengthening hair. "Go!"
Tony stepped backwards. "Go!" snarled Gordon again, his decidedly lupine features making it harder and harder to talk. Tony turned and hurried into the snow. Howls came up behind him, and he started to run.
The snow was awful to hurry in. He sank to his ankles on every step, strewing skads of snow to either side with little effect, and slipping and slding up and down drifts. Behind him the men loped leasurely forward, several now almost completely transformed. Gordon still strode in the middle of the pack, gesturing the wolves forward and preparing to unleash them.
Tony scrambled desperately forward, making little headway, until something buried in the snow turned his ankle and he tumbled. He struggled to rise, but his leg twisted under him and he slid down again, coming hard onto the obstruction.
He grasped at it, hoping for something he could use as a weapon, and pulled free a bone, part of a skeleton buried in the snow. A wolf landed on him, scattering the snow and bones, and he saw remnants of clothes he recognised as Margaret's before his view was filled with snapping, saliva-filled jaws.
He grabbed for its neck, holding it momentarily away from his throat, and struggled for long moments until the rest of the pack surrounded him.
Now the largest wolf with still recognisable human features shouldered it aside and crouched over him in turn. It regarded him sadly and as its jaws momentarily gaped, he thought he saw them trying to form the shape of the words, "Goodbye, Tony." He slumped back, and wolf growled, and dived in for the kill.
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Date: 2006-09-06 03:22 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2006-09-07 10:59 am (UTC)Is it my turn to be bitten yet? Is it? Is it?
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