9 / 11 (memento mori)

Washington DC. September 11, 2001.
7:39 AM.
Many workers are filtering into the Capitol building. They stand outside the doors, filtering in for security checks.
Two women stand by the Capitol Reflecting Pool.
The sun is shining well today. It is bright, and light and airy. It is warm, for this time of year, and the National Mall isn’t entirely filled up yet. The gardeners are mowing the lawns.
7:41 AM.
A plane assumed to be off course, clips the Washington Monument.
It slices into the plane, and cracks the marble obelisk. The monument breaks and cracks. The plane crashes at speed into the grass, forcing dozens to run out of the way, many crushed under the plane.
The Capitol workers panic, rushing inside.
The two women at the Reflecting pool freeze.
The plane slides to a halt.
Finally.
7:43 AM.
Police and firemen are called to the scene. Hundreds of dead, dozens injured. The Washington Monument damaged beyond imagination.
Reports state it is a terrible accident.
8:02 AM.
Washington DC.
A plane crashes into the western walls of the Pentagon.
The large walls crack.
The plane crumbles.
All inside the plane are dead.
America is under attack.
The world watches the footage in horror. Smoke coming from the centre of America’s military Headquarters.
10:47 AM.
New York City.
Catastrophe.
A plane crashes into the South Tower of the World Trade Centre.
It is loud, and then silent. The smoke billows out, as the engine erupts. Fire slowly spreading. The tower stays standing.
Silence.
Screams.
The sprinklers begin going off, as thousands and thousands of people inside begin a slow and orderly evacuation in the building. They are stuck in the stairs for an hour. The people atop, unable to get out.
The plane crashed into the 75-77th floors.
Firemen arrive at the scene.
11:23 AM.
The South Tower begins to collapse.
It is almost silent.
A slow roar. A crumble. A groan.
The upper floors begin to descend. One floor at a time.
They explode, and groan.
They stop, they pancake, at the twenty-fourth floor.
The building holds.
Partially.
New York City.
12:04 PM.
A plane strikes the North Tower of the World Trade Centre. Between the 83-91 floors.
At an angle.
The building is already partially evacuated.
Hundreds remained behind.
It felt safe.
The South Tower roars.
It silently groans.
It sinks to the ground.
Crumbled.
Panic.
People in the North Tower are stuck in the Stairs.
A loud roar.
A groan.[/b[
The tower slides silently down to the ninth floor.
It screams and cracks.
[b]It freezes.
2:35 PM.
The North Tower has slid slightly to the ground.
A roar.
A groan.
The dust is thick in New York City.
The Statue of Liberty is engulfed in smoke and ash and dust from the attack.
Over a thousand emergency staff die.
The total death toll is still unknown.
The world watches in silence.
New York City is silent.
A haze floats off into the sea.
Flames spread to the lower buildings.
The surrounding buildings crack. And pop. And burn.
5:38 PM.
New York City.
A great sigh.
A gasp.
The South Tower finally collapses fully.
The North Tower collapses minutes after.
6:57 PM.
New York City.
Silence.
Peace.
Alleluia.