After the finale of Pot Smokers & the Powder Effects, here is an alternative, or rather the original ending conceived before Second Chance. After realising that this version would make further events predicable, Second Chance was developed. It seemed rather predictable, but was also very tragic, made the concept quite heavy and depressing. It was a creative decision to develop a rather different, but unusual ending with Second Chance.
But anyway, with both endings released I leave the reader to interpret the concept of Pot Smokers & the Powder Effects for themselves. Hope you like it very much. Here is the original ending:
Oren slowly sat up with his legs lying straight in front of him, rolled his vest down over his stomach and sighed softly.
The burning sensation in his eye was still there, and still watery. It was bloodshot far more than in the other. He was cold from the torn open shirt, and strangely paranoid. He turned towards an unconscious Adele and tiredly crawled over toward her. The huge cat-head was gone, placing his finger under her nose he felt her breathing. He shook her softy but she remained unresponsive.
The second time he checked her breathing, he felt a sharp sensation pulsate around his heart, a stab of electric. His eyes grew to a glint of brim and then he took a deep, sharp breath. He darted his whaling eyes around her face, her high cheekbone, the edge of her nose, chin and then her lips. He’d seen her normal for the first time as he stared at her closed eyelids, waiting for them to open but… Adele was gone. He gently stroked her hair with his anxious hand, she was cold.
Now he crawled his way towards Camilla with grave trepidation, and she too was normal. His heart heavy under the weight of hopelessness. Drowned by grief. But there was a small pool of what seemed in the dark, like black blood under one side of her head. There was no exit or any open inflicted wound. He touched it and stared at his fingers, they were shaking. He quickly placed his finger under her nose like he had done with Adele, there was some nosebleed.
He had no idea of the consequences of their actions, considering what if everyone was back to normal. What would come of the after effects? Camilla had attempted to commit suicide not once, but for the 6th time today. Would she have died from this?
After checking her breathing again, Camilla had expired too. His eyes drooped as he stared at her soft face. His throat pressurised and heavy with ache, like when someone is about to cry. He had suddenly accepted losing Adele and Camila.
Oren began to cough, his mouth sprayed by traces of dark blood in an instant. Fatality had darkened his eyes now, deep down he knew what was to happen next. Gently he laid his head onto the ground, and began to stare at the black sky. The coughing suddenly had stopped. A glint of tear gently trickled down from his eye.
It was warping in and out of shape. His mind was a psychedelia induced blender throwing out hallucinogenic visuals from the night the incident had occurred. He felt like he was sucked into his mind. He watched the visuals unravel like he was watching a stop-motion, oil painting-like animated video by Carine Khalife on Vimeo. BLOWN MINDED from the album, Shapeshifting by Young Galaxy. He imagined hearing it, the beats, the lyrics.
How did I get to here? / A random chain of events
Or chemical and elements…
I believe there’s a meteor out there / With my name on it
Hurtling through space / And nothing can stop it
Oh, I was born blown minded / With an eye on oblivion
It continued for a few minutes, after which, he thought about Camilla and Adele. After some deep, slow breaths, his tired watery eyes began to close slowly as he fell unconscious. And then… he stopped breathing.