The light dissipated, the once magnificent yet earie depths of the void where no more.
Instead, Shane was surrounded by the rubble, dust filled his sight, his lungs and the vast area around him.
Shane took a hurried breath, the chalky smell scratching against his throat.
in the state of confusion, Shane looks down, a small portrait beside his feet, the cracked glass of the case shattered and stabbing into his foot.
gritting his teeth Shane backs up, and gazes at the art, muttering.
"that's the art I got commissioned of me and o block, how is that here, it should be at my house..."
the realisation striking him like a whip
and instead of satisfaction, Shane felt horror.
"My house, this is my city!"
crawling back onto his feet he dashed beyond the broken walls, shattered glass and fractured furniture, and finally arrived at his balcony and witnessed.
Destruction.
the city had crumbled like its walls, mountains of rubble, towers of cars stacked upon each other, each crushed like a tin can, and the once sunny sky, being consumed by the endless clouds of dust.
and among the ruins they were small feral creatures, a quadrupedal form, with reptilian teeth, spikey fur and long spiky fangs. but most terrifying of them all.
retractable claws that could tear through flesh, and ravage organs. or the sowing of a couch.
Cats lie everywhere, in the mountains of destroyed cities, they were the savage rivers that flowed in their crevice, any survivor or human that attempted to escape was quickly drowned out by horde of felines.
witnessing the horror, Shane thought back and accepted with guilt.
"it's like Jeep Bus said, O block really went berserk, my city, of Baltimore is no more, destroyed in a tsunami of PUSSI cats!! I'm sorry, I'm sorry it's my fault, IM SORRY O BLOCK!" Shane screamed out to the very heavens who were watching, and potentially his pet.
though he might have been too loud in his sorrow, it was heard not only by the sky over him, but the seas before him.
the sea of pussi stopped its waves, each spec and creature that formed the body of the sea slowed.
and thousands upon thousands of eyes stared deep into Shane's soul.
and meowed, in pure RAGE!
"ITS THE DEFILER OF O BLOCK, THE SEEDER OF MAN, THE DEVIL FROM THE HEAVENS. THE CAT GLAZER HIMSELF!! SHANE DAWSON!!" the once still furballs gathering and clawing their way into a tidal wave, ever growing, and soon shadowing the broken remains of skyscrapers.
Shane looked in dread, as the sunlight that once embraced him, was now shadowed by the endless stream of felines.
so he turned, and ran
For his poor miscible life.
"HOLY FUCK, FUCKING GOD, SHIT, JEEP BUS PLEASE, HELP, HEEEELP MEEEEEEE!!!
his weak influencer legs traversing the ruins, sprinting down the remains of the neighbourhood, his breath weakening, each puff reminding him of deaths scythe, ever closing in on his throat as he runs, his pitiful life being used to fill his sprint.
his harsh breath was deafened out by other sound, the spinning of blades and torrent of the wind as the once distracting Shane looks up.
a helicopter flew above him, dodging the rain of cats and cats, as a man desperately calls out to him.
"SHANE!, were here to save you okay! so break a leg and GET ON!" the man called, the helicopter getting ever closer but unable to get in enough reach, as the tsunami of cats clawed and swiped at it.
Shane saw this, the light of hope igniting his soul, as he thought for any way to escape.
only one thing filled his mind.
the likes the clicks, the DRAMA! he used to live for it but now he had proper purpose, he will learn from his mistakes, memories of O block passing by, a tear shed from shane as he proclaimed.
the urge!, the feeling taking over him.
he had edged
before being taken by the flood of cats, he yelled.
"IM ABOUUTT TOOOOO COOOOOOOOOOOOOMEEEEEE!!!" a towering pillar of white emerged, pushing Shane upwards in a spiral, the extract acting as a firehouse.
the once mad cats being blasted away by the burst.
the wind blowing in Shanes eyes, taking a deep breath, a smile paints his face.
and with a mighty clap. Shanes hands catch on to the helicopter occupant, his frail and exhausted form carried by the man.
in the silence, Shane heard cackling.
"I said break a leg, not bust a nut!" the occupant carrying the ginger on board before resting on the seat.
the sun gleaming against the dust and shining through.
that was when the glazer had returned.