It was the texture of this surface that was uncomfortable. Its sporadic, pebbled, black, asphalt surface is what they had lain upon. In the middle of the street there were two people. They were both on their stomachs, close together making an acute angle. Both were looking at something on the ground. The environment surrounding them unfolded like layers in a square onion. They were the center. They were the focus. They were in the middle of an intersection. Cars from all four sides were stopped. Cars were lined up for miles on all the existing streets. People were out of their cars, some standing or sitting on the roofs of their vehicles. These spectators were damned by curiosity. For some reason no observer could get close to the focus point. The million eyes wandered from detail to detail of the center. Each pondered what the two were looking at.

Both faces were completely sober. No emotion grazed them. They didn�t even react to their atmosphere of being gawked at. What they were looking at was being cornered by the two individual�s windows. No words were spoken.

The crowd started to become antsy, and decided to break their invisible barrier. All rushed toward their limit. An image of compressed mimes was what they displayed. More and more people leaped off car hoods to become a part in the artwork. You could see blood on the faces of the first layer. There was struggling, hard breathing, and small screams. People were still collecting. The human angle was still distracted. It seemed as if they were trying to find the entrance to hell. People decided it was time to use the cars. Insanity rose, tempers were flying like red balloons. Ethics was of no affect at this point. One by one, a car would ram into the crowd of people. Screaming became thicker and thicker. It was complete pandemonium.

The sky looked as if fading into itself, ice blue into ocean. The air was still, no swaying trees. The world was silent. The two people were still scrutinizing the mysterious object. Suddenly the cluttered noise stopped. A box of dead people were protecting the two people. There were no whispers, screaming, or even peering. Every person in the crowd was another brick in the wall. One of the two people looked up and smirked.

�I�m starting to think the human race is weaker than we gave credit to.�

�I concur.�

Both got up. They climbed over the walls of tangled and smashed limbs, torsos and heads. They looked at each other and started to laugh. Both walked hand in hand over crushed cars. There was no one. They hopped over the weakness, the err. Both were thinking, �Let us start a war, I bet all of civilization will cease to exist in a matter of seconds.�

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