Slavering RustSlavering RustSlavering Rust by L2i0n0k7
Everyone wanted everything to be gleaming again, or maybe they just wanted their evening back. When rust came, it ate most of our part, even the metals that don't normally succumb to just plain rust. Ordinary rust, that is, without the capital "R."
When it started, when it first drifted into the window like a cloud of brown-red spores, we were at first glad it wasn't Fire. Fire is cruel, prickly. It can touch anything it wants, with enough motivation. But Rust eats only metal.
Unfortunately for us, it was the year's Gala of the Gleams, so practically everything was metal. Most of the building was metal, even, for it was built with the specific purpose of holding the Galas. The entire structure was steel, with the majority of the ballroom coated in chrome or gold leaf. The golden lights in golden chandeliers gave everything a warm glow. The reflections on the shining walls gave the room a limitlessness, gave us a limitlessness; we felt as though our riches and our strengt