//------------------------------// // Loop 83 // Story: The Time Thief // by Reading4HalfMyLife //------------------------------// Kron Astral's vision was a kaleidoscope- pieces fragmenting and changing as she stumbled down the street. Hallucinations (?) flickered by on the edge of it, and more than once she had to squeeze her eyes tight to stop herself from throwing up. Still, she managed to flounder her way to Sweet Apple Acres, staring up at the barn for a second to make sure it was the right one. She was pretty sure the barn had been red not yellow, but the longer she stared, the more it fragmented. She was bored. Bored, bored, bored, bored. Nothing to do, nothing to see. So, it looked like she would have to make her own entertainment. Worse than the boredom, however, was the sound of the pounding. In her head? It followed her always now, a mixture of her heartbeat and her magic that made hearing impossible. An endless, endless sound. A sound that only seemed to stop after she killed. She wasn't sure if she wanted it to stop. Astral was pretty sure she had gone insane. Or maybe not gone anywhere. Maybe she was always insane. If she had been sane before, then why did she grab the tiger? Explain that, Astral. Why did she grab that tiger with her magic and laugh as she threw it at civilians and laugh and laugh and laugh as they were torn to shreds- Explain that, Astral. Wait. She paused for a moment. Did that really happen? Did it matter? "Astral?" Her name came through like water, the pounding of her head and magic muffled all other noise. She turned to see Jam and her mothers standing on the porch, looking at her, concerned. She bared her teeth and walked towards them.