West was Water World, a vast lake in the middle of which stood Spears Point Tower, a mighty skyscraper made of glass and polished steel. This magnificent structure took face-on the full blast of the first bolt of lightning to burn the grass in Middleseton. So deep in the ground did the lightning strike it burst every pipe for miles around. Gentlemen guests wearing high quality clothes designed for a high summers day then onward towards an evening of extravagant dancing raced alongside ladies of all shapes and sizes clad in silk and sandalwood. Nobody was anybody's partner now as they searched for their prescribed evacuation points.
Self appointed stewards directed the panic away from the rising flames which grew fiercer every time a dress ignited. They too abandoned their altruistic selves when the sprinklers failed to respond..
Fed through underground pipes now split and empty by the lightning explosion, the 'guaranteed to reduce the risk in any fire,' emergency systems melted in the same corridors they were in place to protect. Crowds gathered at the doors of the mirrored elevator cars, to the relief of the patrons their doors opened. Scuffles broke out when those at the back fought their way to the front by the only means they knew.
Those underfoot laugh last, if only for a second: The expected warm welcome of a smiling lift man with his finger on the button, flames leapt out, burning the carpets, the walls, the ceiling. Each winner of the race to survive, didn't. Fire doors welded together by the intensity of the flames' heat stubbornly refused to open Stairs collapsed in vertical domino fashion. Windows blew out. Rain blew in.
At precisely 13:45pm Wednesday June 12 2075 a crack the size of a baby's hair appeared in the wall in the well where elevator 21 was parked at the bottom of the shaft. When the micro-crack showed itself again, it was in a wall behind the entrance to elevator 21 where the foyer was a jungle of insanity and fear. Elevator 21 was currently stationed on the floor leading to the private suite of the owner, Adam Samdson at the very top of the building.
'Quickly. Quickly.' Adam Samdson counted the members of his family in and pressed the down button. The building exploded in his hands.
13:51pm Wednesday June 12 2075 the crack that started out the size of a baby's hair reached the flagpole then stepped aside to let the wooden post fall to earth. Spears Point Tower split in two. Afternoon tea was ruined. Middleseton Music Festival was ruined. Only the violent thunder raging in the electrical storm seemed pleased by the way the day turned out.
Cowering between that ballroom stage and a half erected screen set up for tonight's gala performance by Middleseton's own Ballet de Samdson and a movie showing the town's history depicting in dance and song, the Sounds stayed where they were in the vanquished dance hall. Unable to see the worst of the weather they waited the return of the 'Ben Fillers' Orchestra,' and its musicians...