Taken from the 'Black Screen of Death' Group-fic
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Barton approached the main transporter only to see the glowing energy rings formed by the pad slowly fade and then stop altogether. He came to a complete halt and watched as the lighting in the main transporter room switched off.
"What the Heck? Did you see that?" He mentioned to one of his team-mates.
They did not reply.
"I SAID did you..." The words died in his mouth.
He had turned around to address them directly only to discover that they had vanished without a trace. In fact the entire promenade was now empty of everyone except him.
A chill passed through his spine. There were people around here just a few seconds ago, maybe 30 or more and now they had disappeared?
"Is this some kind of joke?" He said aloud, the impatience in his voice was clear.
He was starting to get nervous and walked back in the direction of of the item storage desk, which was also abandoned.
*Shunk*
He jumped, startled at the sound. Behind him he could see that the lights above had switched off, as had the neon signs for the hospital and the exit leading to the city.
Was someone turning off the lights? The Guild never closed.
"Hello? I'm still here!" He shouted out, almost unable to disguise the fear in his voice now.
Glancing to his left he could see the lights for the distant buildings were turning off in sequence. It was like the darkness was spreading towards him.
He began to step back, some primal instinct deep inside told him that a very bad thing was coming. The lights for the promenade now continued to turn off matching the spread of those buildings nearest to the Guild.
He almost had a heart attack when the check-in desk bumped him from behind. He moved to his right into the shopping enclosure, again devoid of signs of life. As the automatic doors shut together he could see that all the lights outside had gone.
He leaned up against one of the desks, eyes frantically scanning the door incase it opened. The lights went out here too, leaving him with the dull coloured glow from the monitors and wall displays.
He began to breath hard, like he was hyperventillating. He knew what would come next.
The remaining lights in the room extinguished leaving him in total darkness, the afterglow image of the room burned on his retina briefly before fading to black.
In that room he waited, his heavy, laboured breathing was all that filled his ears... Until he heard the sound of the doors opening to let it in.......
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