Entropy
Creeno
Yo. These are a series of one-shots from a Big Damn Prompt List I have on my LJ for my own amusement. D This one is called "The Tower", for the prompt was a spiraling staircase in a building lobby. It's part of a short series I'm calling Entropy. Where, basically, Frank is showing Donnie almost every Tangent Universe, Alternate Universe, and Time Basics.
In his own creepy way, of course. I'll have a link to the proper format version in my profile in a bit. Hate the way FF does writing format here. Don't own Donnie Darko, but it's fun to tinker with. Review, have fun.
- Creeno
Donnie must be dreaming.
He's standing outside of a glass building, and he can feel Frank behind him, waiting. Donnie's freezing in only his Hobie shirt and boxers, feet bare in wet grass.
He's turns to Frank, eyes asking.
Frank lowers his head deliberately.
GO.
Donnie swallows and turns to face it. The top of the building is too high up to see, storm clouds concealing everything. The grass is clipped precisely, going only an inch up his foot as he walks slowly closer.
There are three sets of revolving doors. The ones to the left and right have caution tape about them, for seemingly no reason, leaving only the center for him to tread through.
He pushes himself in, the metal bar and stark glass cold to his touch, like everything else here.
One, two, and he's in.
The interior could only be described as white on white tiles and floors. Almost every inch of space was white, forcing Donnie's eyes to water in the light. He looked up, squinting, blue eyes blinking in bewilderment and confusion.
Behind the lobby desk (it has to be a lobby of some sort) is a maddeningly tall spiral stairwell. It's made of some black metal he's never seen before, with silver and gold splashed here on there. It wound up, and up, and up, like a spiral, but without branches.
Looking down again, Donnie finally takes a good look at the lobby desk, for what feels like the first time. There's an emblem of some sort on it, resembling a C & W, in gold, intertwined.
A woman sits at the desk, her head in her arms, asleep, a lit cigarette dangling from her fingers, smoke curling up lazily. Her hair is brown, messy, and she's wearing a pea-green suit that makes Donnie almost want to choke.
He approached her, about the only living thing here, feet silent on the white on white tile.
"Hello?"
No response.
He hesitantly tapped her arm, but she still didn't move. Slowly, he reached down and took her lit cigarette. Bringing it to his lips, he took a drag and exhaled.
Then Frank was beside him, menacing and amused.
THAT'S ENOUGH.
Donnie jumps and the cigarette stains the floor.
The next thing he knows, he's sat up, breathing hard, in his bed, the taste of cigarette still in his mouth.
Nothing too big this chapter, just oddness. It'll get better, I promise.