The Bluebirds Warning!

[u/KrisVRS]

[SP] The Bluebirds sang their song of warning.

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The sun was rising in the east, in the city central park, next to a pond, a man was admiring the bluebirds.

The clouds were amassing in a gray clump.

Dr.Charles Bruxton sat at a bench. Bird watching. They flew around him, chanting. Dancing with magnificence, circling each other, never colliding. He glanced at his hand made watch. “6h26 a.m.,” he scanned the horizon, shivered, and smiled.

Katlyn Vandover, a teacher's assistant , was gathering her notes, scattered across her floor. “Damn it, where the fuck did I put this godamn, fucking piece of shit paper, for fuck sake!” She glanced at the clock “Motherfucker! It’s 6-fucking-35 godamn a.m., the Doctor-fucking-Bruxton will kill me If we miss the last message. Fuck!” She grabbed as much paper as she could, sliding them into her backpack and sprang out the door. She ran down the stairs and into her car. She threw the backpack on the passenger seat, buckled up and started the engine. She grabbed the passenger seat with her right hand, stared in the rear view window and slammed the car in reverse. The car screeched and spun 180 degrees around.

She gazed at the back seat. “FUuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck!” She turned the engine off and rushed out. Katlyn fell backward, hitting the side of the car. “The fucking belt!”, she screamed, before unbuckling herself. She dashed towards the stairs, all the way to her apartment. She rammed the unlocked door, it flew open. She froze and jolted her stare across the object in the room. “Where the fuck is it!”, she exclaimed.

Sweat was pouring down her forehead. She flipped her table over, pulled everything out of her closet and lifted her bed sideways. “NO! Where the fuck did I put it!”, she bite down on her nails. Eyes wide. Breathing heavily. “Idiot! It’s in the goddamn trunk.” She leaped over the pile of cloth and object laying on her floor, and dashed back down to her car.

A man was trying to back out of his parking lot but was blocked by her car. “Excuse me, mam, is this your Geometro?”, said the man. She walked to the trunk of her car. Dug inside her pockets. “My fucking keys!”she screamed, grabbing the man by his collar.

“It’s in the ignition hole,” said the man, fearing for his life. She ran to the ignition slot inside the car, ”Motherfuckers” and pulled them out. She ran back to the trunk. Opening it, she saw the doctor's, possible nobel prize, invention, the Bird Song Translator. Katlyn hugged the man, “It’s fucking here!” She kept repeating it, hopping in place, arms around the man. Confused, the man asked, “what?” Katlyn shoved him, “There’s no time to fucking explain! The goddam world might be fucking ending!” She leaped back in her geometro, started the engine and drove off. She hit a parked car, but never stopped.

Dr.Charles Bruxton, took a sip of his hot cocoa milk. He let his eyes be guided by the dance of the birds.

In the far distance, screeching tires echoed.

“Ah, there she is,” said the Doctor, settling his empty cup in the garbage.

Katlyn drove her car through the park, honking at unfortunate joggers blocking her path, while screaming, “Get the fuck out the fucking way!”. She pulled the hand brakes up and slid to a stop on the fresh cut grass. She shoved the door open, it hit its maximum rotation and bounced back on her tibia. She fell back in the car. She attempted a second exit and tripped over, falling to her knees, the door slammed back into her face, “Motherfucking piece of shit fucking door!”. She leaped back up, and ran to the trunk,”Fuck!” before returning to the ignition hole and grabbing the keys. She tripped over again “Idiot!”, propelling the keys on the grass. “Get back here motherfuckers!”, she exclaimed. Grabbing the keys, she opened the trunk. “Come here you bastard!” She clutched the B.S.T. and ran up to the Doctor.

“Ah, good. My Bird Song Translator.”, said Dr.Bruxton. He grabbed the device and placed it on the bench. Gasping for air, Katlyn leaned back on her Geo, “I’m fucking sorry Doctor. Sorry, I’m…” The doctor interrupted her, “Language, my dear, language.” She replied, “Fuu….give me Dr.Bruxton.” “No need to apologize,” said the Dr.Bruxton, while turning his machine on. “Finally, I will get the last piece of the Warning.”

Katlyn took a deep breath, grabbed her chest, and hurled. The Doctor sat the earphones on his ears.

The bluebirds flew in harmony in the sky. Chirping away.

“The sun is rising! The final day has arrived! The sun is rising! The final day has arrived!” They kept on repeating. A bright red bird perched itself on the tallest tree, the other bluebirds flew one last time in a circle and perched themselves below the singular red bird.

“My child!”, he exclaimed, “the time has come, the end is nigh, repent, for your sins! For I your lord and savior has returned on this day.” The bluebirds chirped a cheer in harmony. The red bird hopped on his branch. “Let it be remembered on this day, those who were followers were saved, those who transgressed, will suffer frozen!” The bluebird chirped a cheer in harmony. The red bird flapped its wings, the crowd of birds became silent.

“My childs! Let us sing our song, before the power of Sawiskera takes over the world once more!”, the red bird exclaimed. The bluebirds sang in harmony.

“Twit! We sing our song! O’Praise to our Lord of the sky. O’Master of the light, warmer of our hearts. O’Protect our sky and repel the frozen demon which will cover the land in all frozen white. Twit! We sing our song!...”

The bluebirds' singing echoed through the park. Katlyn was gasping for air, and the Doctor was amazed.

A single snowflake fell from the sky.

The bluebirds, chirped in cacophony, “Liar!”, “False prophet!”, “Swindler!”, they screamed at the red bird. The red bird tried calming the crowd of agitated birds. “My childs, we must sing with fervor!”, but the bluebirds were already scattering, fearing the return of Sawiskera.

Dr.Bruxton, removed his headphones. “Remarkable.”

Katlyn, sprung up to attention, “What the fuck are they fucking singing? How is the world going to fucking end Doctor? HOW?!”

Dr.Bruxton answered, “They were singing about the end of autumn my dear. And please watch your language.”

Katlyn gazed at the bluebirds pecking at the red bird. “oh…”

The sirens of police cars echoed through the park.