Sanctuary Fic in progress - will be finished I promise
Premise - London Sanctuary Dec 29 1040
She could hear the air raid siren in the distance, the incessant tolling a warning to all about what was to come. There’d been raids before, strikes on the city to instil fear into its occupants, but no-one had any idea what this one would hold.
“ All the inhabitants are secure Father” Helen Magnus reported in her father’s office after she’d completed the air raid lockdown. The abnormals were getting used to being ushered back to their habitats and secured behind steel and stone lest the bombers return. The Sanctuary was secure and ready, waiting for what they hoped would never eventuate.
“ Thank you Helen, would you like some tea?” Gregory offered, indicating the seat opposite his desk and an unused teacup on the tea setting in front of him. The staff knew better than to supply only one cup, the father and daughter regularly sharing tea. Helen slipped into the offered chair, folding her legs underneath her and accepting the now full teacup.
“ You seem troubled my dear” Gregory probed, sensing his daughters turbulent thoughts through her facial expression.
“ Harry... he seemed more agitated than usual, and Gerald was refusing to go into his habitat. I have a feeling they know this raid will be different” Helen explained, unable to ignore the gnawing in her stomach. The tea helped settle her, to soothe her troubled mind. The air raid siren cut through the silence like a knife.
A dull droning could be heard in the distance, a constant drumroll of turbines and engines miles above the city. The sound grew closer, louder until one could wear they were overhead. Helen rose quickly and stepped over to the darkened window, a symbol of the enforced blackouts. She peeked through the dark window dressings and gasped.
“ Bombers” She whispered, unable to tear her eyes from the dark shapes in the evening sky.
She could hear the air raid siren in the distance, the incessant tolling a warning to all about what was to come. There’d been raids before, strikes on the city to instil fear into its occupants, but no-one had any idea what this one would hold.
“ All the inhabitants are secure Father” Helen Magnus reported in her father’s office after she’d completed the air raid lockdown. The abnormals were getting used to being ushered back to their habitats and secured behind steel and stone lest the bombers return. The Sanctuary was secure and ready, waiting for what they hoped would never eventuate.
“ Thank you Helen, would you like some tea?” Gregory offered, indicating the seat opposite his desk and an unused teacup on the tea setting in front of him. The staff knew better than to supply only one cup, the father and daughter regularly sharing tea. Helen slipped into the offered chair, folding her legs underneath her and accepting the now full teacup.
“ You seem troubled my dear” Gregory probed, sensing his daughters turbulent thoughts through her facial expression.
“ Harry... he seemed more agitated than usual, and Gerald was refusing to go into his habitat. I have a feeling they know this raid will be different” Helen explained, unable to ignore the gnawing in her stomach. The tea helped settle her, to soothe her troubled mind. The air raid siren cut through the silence like a knife.
A dull droning could be heard in the distance, a constant drumroll of turbines and engines miles above the city. The sound grew closer, louder until one could wear they were overhead. Helen rose quickly and stepped over to the darkened window, a symbol of the enforced blackouts. She peeked through the dark window dressings and gasped.
“ Bombers” She whispered, unable to tear her eyes from the dark shapes in the evening sky.