2nd Act [Dream]

[dreamsonwings]

[The first thing to notice was that the arena was rather warm...unseasonably due to the fact that it was an indoor one. As they would look further inside towards the stage area, no one could see in front of their faces due to the smoke.

Wait...smoke?

Then like a flash, the entire scene changes to bright oranges and reds as they gleamed all around, surrounding the area in bright flames. One would think of it as part of the show...if it wasn't for the piercing screams and wails that followed after. The fire started to spread throughout the aisles as they slowly began to char and darken with the slightest touch. The shouting grew frantic as the faint traces of people started to run away...but they weren't, just shadows.]

Someone! Anyone!

[This one was more clear; someone was in the middle of the entire mess...or rather ABOVE it.

On top of the trapeze was Sora holding onto the thing for dear life while covering her mouth and nose with one hand. The smoke was getting worse and the acrobat couldn't keep her eyes open for much longer.]

May...Rosetta...Leon...

[Her voice was faint as the smoke crept below her until finally she couldn't hold on any longer. Sora's body just gave up as she slipped off the bar and started to plunge down towards the fires below.]

sixth repair - [ dream ] He is the sunlight... but the sun is gone.

[femininetomboy]

[ It's a dark graveyard. The sky is full of gloomy purle-ish clothes. Although it's only afternoon, the lightning indicates night. In front of a grave, there is Madoka. Never before she had looked smaller. The girl is staring at a fresh grave, her fists clenched tightly. She is breathing properly, but each and every breath seems to take her a great afford. She just stares, her eyes blank. 
It's not something she could believe... She had seen him fall. On the top of this building... he was holding on to it... and then it broke. Madoka had seen him fall. Her best friend. The one who should have saved them all. She had seen him fall, hundredth meters... right into death.
Her own scream echoed in her head. She had not known she could scream like that. After that the world had fallen to darkness. And Madoka had not been able to do anything but assist his father with organizing the funeral. Like a bad dream.
Madoka's eyes traced the name again. 'Ginga Hagane'.  Her tiny shoulders began to tremble, finally, it had taken her way too long. ]

..uh...

[ Ginga... He had believed in this world, he had believed in friendship, in them all. Ginga, who had never given up. Ginga, who had a smile brighter than the sun. Ginga, who easily pulled people with him. Ginga, who had just seen his father again. Ginga, the boy who had loved hamburgers a lot... Ginga... Madoka Amano's very best friend. ]

uh... uh.... G-ginga... what should we... do now?

[ And then her legs weren't able to hold her anymore, a little girl who had lost her first real friend. The tears started  to roll and Madoka couldn't suppress anything any longer. She just had to let go, shaking horribly and crying, crying, crying. ]

Ginga... Ginga...  Giiiiingaaaaaaaaa..... uh.... 

[ What kind of place was this world? What kind of story was this? It wasn't fair. With Ginga gone they couldn't protect the world anymore... but Madoka had not understood that yet. At least they had let them bury the body... at least that... ]

...ngh... uh.... I-i'm s-scared... C-come back....