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 Posted: Thu Oct 03, 2013 7:14 pm
Tic. Toc. Tic. Toc.
Buddingtonite knew that time was running out.
The clock kept going, swinging back and forth in a mesmorizing pattern, threatening to hypnotize the Negaverse captain with its swishing motions, from left to right, left to right... or was it right to left? He wasn't there when the old fashion clock was wound up, so there was no way to be sure, and if he tried to stop its tic-toc-ticking motions, there was no guarantee that he'd ever get it back to its original form. His guess was just as good as any other, except maybe a watchmaker.
Tic. Toc. Tic. Toc.
It wouldn't be long before he was forced into action. It wouldn't be long before Ilmenite and others expected him to fulfill his promise, just like it wouldn't be long before the clock's minute hand struck the twelve at the top and forced the hour hand forward. Soon, they would expect results, results that Buddingtonite was beginning to fear. Would he be able to do it? What if he messed up? What if he killed her? What if it put him in danger? Was the Negaverse worth his life?
The fact that the question ever sprung in his head told him all he needed to know.
No, it wasn't.
Tic. Toc. Tic. Toc.
But then again, what was worth his life? He continued to stare at the clock, thankful that it was not a digital clock so that he would see the physical numbers counting down, to see the literal manifestation of time slipping through his fingertips. His mind was preoccupied with the thought of what could have possibly have been worth the cost of his life, and if he would be willing to pay such a price. He didn’t need to question this for too long, as he already knew the answer.
He wouldn’t be willing to pay the price if it came down to it. The Negaverse was not worth his life, but to be fair, not many things were to him. It wasn’t as depressing as a thought as it probably should have been.
Tic. Toc. Tic. Toc.
Before enlisting himself into the services of General-King Zinkenite and the Negaverse, when he was nothing more than fun-going alcohol with a untamed sex drive Richard Moreau, there was maybe one thing he thought he’d be willing to risk his life for, and that was Baldwin. But even he knew that Baldwin’s time was limited. He was a young dog, well in his prime and still some time left, but a dog his size… did not have much time. There’d be a point where his time would run out, and maybe it’d be time for another dog. But Richard… no, Buddingtonite did not see that far ahead. Not anymore. Maybe he could, once this miasma lifted, once this unsavory task was done.
Maybe once he finished his task, he would see a glimpse of his future. But was it worth investigating? Was it worth his time to think about it? Should he worry, or simply go with the flow? Should he remain firm against the currents, or ride along with it, let it shape and mold him?
Tic. Toc. Tic.
“WHY DO I EVEN HAVE THIS CLOCK?!” Buddingtonite summoned his boomerang and hurled it at the old clock, striking the glass panel and causing it to shatter into pieces. Now he could see dollar signs slipping down the drain, but what did he care now? In time, he’d get it fixed, or even replaced, just like everything else. He straightened his jacket and took to the streets, to start his patrol. He needed more energy, more strength… a little more time to put off this public draining. Just a little more time.((Word Count: 62 cool )
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Posted: Thu Oct 03, 2013 7:16 pm
He had only read the epic Dante’s Inferno once during his college years and the bulk of the story eluded his memory thanks to the many years spent cultivating the heavy drinking lifestyle that he had obtained while living in the dorms and followed him into the rather lavish lifestyle he was living now. But that kind of book and its details could never truly be forgotten, and while he forgot exactly what sin needed to be committed to lead to whichever layer of Hell to extract the appropriate punishment onto that poor soul, he knew that he would likely be finding out which one he’d find his way into eventually. For what he had done, and what he was planning on doing, he was certain that there was a special level of Hell waiting for him.
Even before inviting himself into the Negaverse, Richard Moreau had done some pretty raunchy things, and while a bulk of that was usually contained in the bedroom, he could not deny that he was full of sin. Petty, little white sins that every man committed. He lied, stole from his parents and maybe others on multiple occasions as a child, got into fights with his brother and others over silly things that young boys often had a short temper for. He had kicked a dog once, but he felt immediately remorse and vowed never to do it again, so at least that spared him from the thought that he may have been a sociopath and given the amount of mental problems he probably harbored, not being plagued with that was definitely worth a sigh of relief. Small victories, here and there, but it was still a victory in his book.
But the other sins he had committed as an adult, as a Negaverse agent, that he did not lament. Within the last year, he had managed to get so much blood on his hands, though compared to the veterans, he knew it would only continue to get redder and redder. He could try to wash them off, but why did he feel no compulsion to? He thought he could stop if he needed to, if he felt his soul was threatened, and he knew that he could get away with it. He was expected to do a duty, but he always knew that there was a way out, should he decide to give up his ways. Yet, as much as any man should fear for his soul, he did not want to leave. Neither Destiny City, nor the Negaverse, at least not yet. He needed to make a name for himself, a bigger name, solidify his importance to General-King Zinkenite, Apatite… to everyone within the Negaverse. He had to be useful to them, irreplaceable, worthy of keeping around, should they decide to do a little cleaning. Not that he had heard of such a thing, but with Queen Beryl gone, he knew that it was always a possibility. He had to be essential to the Negaverse, somehow…
He needed more recruits. Solidify his position in the Negaverse, bolster their defenses and dazzle the others, even his superiors, with the list of great recruits to his name. He had to up his game… somehow. Even if it meant that he was reserving himself a nice, cozy spot in the lowest most layer of Hell, he would make himself indispensable… he would make the Negaverse proud. Then… then he could relax.((Word Count: 580))
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Posted: Thu Oct 03, 2013 7:18 pm
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Posted: Thu Oct 03, 2013 7:19 pm
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Posted: Thu Oct 03, 2013 7:21 pm
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Posted: Thu Oct 03, 2013 7:22 pm
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Posted: Thu Oct 03, 2013 7:24 pm
He messed up.
Richard Moreau was a proud man, one that had worked hard to try and cover up his flaws, whatever they may be. He knew he wasn't perfect, but then again, who could claim to be nowadays. No one was perfect. If they were human, they were destined to be imperfect, destined to have some kind of residual flaw lingering within him. No matter how hard they tried, no matter how much they attempted to hide, there was always going to be some blemish or dirt that could never be washed away. Richard knew this. He didn't want to admit that he knew this, but he accepted it, despite how he'd go to ridiculous length to hide it from others and even himself. He knew he wasn't perfect. He knew when he made mistakes, and, for the most part, he thought he knew how to amend them.
But he thought wrong. He was always careful as to when he powered up, as he always took a moment to observe his surroundings before snapping his fingers and allowing the rush of energy to flow through him. If he thought, even for an instant, that someone would have spotted him, he would have carried on his way and simply miss the opportunity to gathering energy or collect a starseed. After what had happened with Jade, he was determined to simply allow nature to take its course before he'd ever risk transforming in front of another being again. Richard wanted to think that, with how imperfect that he was, that he at least had the ability to learn from his mistakes.
He thought wrong.
Richard wasn't sure when Lucca started to suspect that something was up, but in truth, he couldn't blame her. After all, Lucca may have been quiet and kept to herself, but she was observant. She always was the clever one, knowing to be seen but never heard, never one to draw any attention to herself. Had he suspected her of anything, Richard would have considered her a threat, but also, an opportunity. As far as working retail and assisting customers, Lucca was never a shining star, always too meek, too quiet, not having the power to push the sale through when faced with objections. He kept her as part of the family, to appease his uncle, but were there not similar genes within the two, he would have fired her after a month.
But he was a fool to not have seen it before. Lucca wasn’t necessarily useless, she simply needed to be approached at a different angle. Even now as he looked at her, from where she sat on the chair in his office, ankle over ankle and gripping the sides of the chair, looking around like a poor little mouse that had been caught in a trap and accepted its timely fate, Richard could see potential coming out of this mistake. His mistake, which would have put him as the laughing stock of the Negaverse again, should anyone find out.
He wasn’t sure when he made the mistake, but he should have suspected that she knew. She was always quiet, but recently she’s been exceptionally quiet. She would see him coming and turn her head, but not before he noticed her cheeks would pale and her burgundy eyes would widen, and her fear was unmistakable. He thought that she had held ill feelings towards him for continuing to shove her in the cooler when a Senshi came by, but no, it went deeper than that. He simply had no way of knowing just how deep. But now, the cat was out of the bag, and her note, though simple and brief, spoke volumes.
’I know.’
It was rather rude to throw that him at the beginning of the day, he thought. Not because he was clueless or could even pretend to be, but because now it would fester on his mind all day, and being a school day, she knew there wouldn’t be a constant rush of people to distract him from the inevitable. It gave him plenty of enough time for him to think and muse his action, and being that she was working the closing shift with him again, he would have to use every second of the day to prepare himself for the confrontation.
He didn’t need to ask what she knew. That much he knew. What else could she mean? Somewhere along the road, he messed up and she saw him transform. With his civilian identity exposed to another, he would have to settle this, and though his immediate reaction was to call a General-King or Queen to handle this mess, he forced that notion aside. Last time he messed up like this, he pulled poor Jade, a woman he respected and admired, a woman he longed to know but felt he had ruined all chances to engage guilt-free, into this, and if that wasn’t enough to dirty his conscious, he pulled Zinkenite into the mess as well. His recent draining with Hafwen, a simply task, turned messy, and while Krishna was a mere phone call away, he unplugged the phone cord and turned off his cell phone, to stop himself from begging for help.
Richard was tired of seeking others’ help. For too long he had used others as a crutch, and enjoyed it. He more than enjoyed it- he’d go out of his way to embellish the thought of someone else cleaning his mess. But something happened within him. Something was told him that he couldn’t force others to take the fall. He had to take responsibility for his own actions and mistakes, and if he could not clean up this mess with his cousin, then he wasn’t worthy of the power that Zinkenite, and Metallia gave him.
He had made a mistake, and he would fix it.
Once the store was closed and the doors were locked, Richard made his way into the office where Lucca sat, and when he stepped in, there was no surprise or mirth on his cousin’s face. Her eyes widened for a moment, but otherwise her reaction was typical. It was as if this was a regular job and she was in the boss’s office for disciplinary actions, and he thought that it was an interesting approach for her to take. However, he wasn’t just her boss. He was her cousin, and he allowed some familiarity to be heard, coating his speech with honey as he addressed her. “So, you know. What gave it away?”
Lucca wasn’t sure what to say, and she whatever courage she might have had was tarnished. She was always timid, more so around him than with anyone else, than with Daran. But at least now she had a reason to be, and she barely spoke above a whisper, as she answered with her face to the ground. “Saw you transform. The other night. When Hafwen left.”
He wore a careful mask, tightening his lips and keeping a straight face, despite how fragile it was. This told him all he needed to know. She had witnessed him not only stalk her to the mall, but transform. Which meant that she was at the mall when he attacked. Which meant that she knew who it was that attacked Hafwen and Darren.
“Who did you tell?” Richard asked.
She shook her head. “No one.”
Not that Richard believed her, even when he knew Lucca to not to be the type to speak of what she knew. Even when that information held tremendous value, she wouldn’t tell a soul. While Richard wanted to think that this was true, he felt compelled to ask, “Why not?”
“Because,” Lucca said, still looking to the ground, and even when Richard knelt before her she was hard to hear. “Tag Swagger said you were protecting the city. Thought you might have had a reason to target her…”
This offered Richard some amount of relief, and now, more than ever, did he want to track down Tag Swagger and give that man the biggest, manliest handshake that he could provide. Lucca may have been observant, but she was gullible, and this could have worked to his advantage. It took much strength for him to not openly cry out his praise to the heavens, but he did let out a soft sigh, muttering the words ‘thank you’ to himself. While it was a small comfort to Richard, it was still trouble for the Negaverse. Like with Jade, her options were limited, and he took little pleasure in bringing this up with her now. Jade was a beautiful, spirited woman that had managed to strike his conscious. Lucca? She was family, and the thought of enforcing these same options onto her was like a thorned whip to an already gaping wound.
“I did, because she threatened my identity. Just as you do now, my dear Lucca,” Richard said, setting a hand onto her shoulder and feeling how tense she was, and just how tighter she would become in a few moments. “I know you wouldn’t tell, even if you haven’t watched Tag’s documentary, but I cannot take that chance. The Negaverse can’t take that chance.”
“Because of them, right?” Lucca asked, glancing up briefly before casting her eyes to the ground. “Because of her… the one outside the store that day. The one at the mall.”
Richard nodded his head, not revealing Medea’s name to her but acknowledging the statement. Thus far, Lucca was handling this fairly well, and he wondered if he was simply worrying for nothing. After all, it was like Richard to work something up like this, right? And in the end, it all turns out fine and they all shared a good laugh. He might have invested too much hope in this, and without warning or delay, he placed a hand under Lucca’s chin and gently coaxed her into looking up, just as he snapped his fingers. Within seconds, his sports coat and dress pants disappeared, replaced with his thick, soldat steel jacket with militaristic ornaments, and the transformation completed itself as he felt the weighted cap on top his head. Her burgundy eyes widened with surprise and she gave a gasp, but otherwise she kept quiet, much to Captain Buddingtonite’s delight. “Then allow me to formally introduce myself, I am-”
“Buddingtonite. I know.” Lucca cut him off from his introductory spiel, and she was quick to get to the point. “What are you going to do? Are you… going to kill me?”
Buddingtonite gave a deep laugh, though in doing so, he allowed too much of his inner turmoil escape into the open. He immediately insured her, even when it meant narrowing her options down to a single, just as terrifying one for her. “No, my dear. That is an option, however, I would never dream of killing you. You are family, and you are far more useful to this store and the Negaverse alive. However, there is another way, if you’re-”
“Join the Negaverse?”
He gave an annoyed sigh, before bobbing his head up and down, “Yes, yes, I was going to say that. Would you mind letting me finish my sentence? It’s extremely rude…”
As Richard Moreau, he could get away with such banter and she would repond meekly and let him have his way. As Buddingtonite, he could have easily plucked her starseed from her chest and called it a night. And yet, how was it that she seemed more brave when handling a Negaverse Captain over her own cousin? “I’ll join. I wanted to join. From the moment I saw the documentary, I just… was too scared to seek one out.”
This was not at all what Buddingtonite was expecting from this ordeal, and he could not help but allow his careful mask to fall, his lips cracking into a wide smile that would have made the Cheshire Cat green with envy. He was expecting a fight or a struggle, but Lucca had managed to pull a fast one on him, and for once, it was a surprise he enjoyed. “Well, my dear,” He said softly, unable to hide the genuine surprise and mirth from his rich voice as he addressed her. “I will be honest with you when I say that I am surprised by this behavior in you. Never in my wildest dreams would I have suspected little bitty Lucca practically volunteering, but I suppose it shouldn’t come as a surprise… after all, Melancon might be your last name, but Moreau blood still runs through you.”
Her smile was soft, timid, nothing at all like one would have been when offering their services to the Negaverse willingly, but who was Buddingtonite to object? Part of him was proud of his little cousin and while mystified that he had seen a sight of her that he never suspected existed, and that side of his overwhelmed any other thoughts he may have had, for good or ill. However, as eager as he was to bring her over, he felt the need to bring up an extremely important topic before he brought her to the Rift. “Before we do this, I must warn you. The initiation process might be a little painful. Do you think you can handle it?”
Whatever hesitation that Lucca might have had was brief, but present nonetheless, and it was almost enough for Buddingtonite to want her to reconsider, but just as she surprised him before, she did so once again. “If it’s necessary to help the Negaverse and save Destiny City… then… I think I’ll be okay. You won’t hurt me… right?”
“Now, Lucca, my dear… in all the years you knew me, did I ever hurt you?” Buddingtonite tightened his grip on her shoulder, in preparation for teleporting her over as well as to comfort the smallest bit of distress he saw. She looked up at him and shook her head softly, knowing just as well as he had that of all the scrapes and bruises caused, Richard never hurt her. Not like Daran had. “Now, are you ready?”
She bobbed her head, and it would have been all too easy to whisk her away, to bring her before a General-King and add another eager member to their ranks. And yet, he had stopped himself before he could follow through with it. Was this how it was always going to be? Was this all that Buddingtonite could do to help the Negaverse? What if the General-Kings were not available? How could he expect her to wait until then? How could he sit there and handle the ridicule and belittling words of others when he went crawling to a General-King to do his job?
In a brief moment, he recalled his last mistake, and he was determined to not to make the same mistake twice. If he was to succeed in the Infiltration branch, then he was expected to do his own dirty work, was he not? Not just Zinkenite’s encouragement ringing through his ears, but Alois’ insults, his laundry list of failures because he waited for someone else to seal the deal… and what if they would take all the credit? How many had he allowed to slip through his fingers because he did not do the work himself?
“Richard… um, sorry, Buddingtonite… are you ready?”
Her question would go unanswered for a second, but not for too much longer. He gave her a quick response, giving his fingers a nervous flex before plunging his hand deep within her chest, continuing until he was clutching her starseed. She gave a pained gasp, and he tightened the grip on her shoulder to keep her still as he tried to sooth her. “Ssshhhh, it’s okay. I’m ready… are you ready? Don’t say anything, just nod your head when you’re ready.”
Lucca gave a pained gasp and tears began to swell in her eyes, but bless her heart if she wasn’t trying to to abide to his commands. She gave a shuddering breath and bobbed her head up and down, letting her know that she was more than ready to continue, and then, and only then, did Buddingtonite begin to pump chaos into the starseed. He had seen it be done once before and he tried to mimic the same motions, tried to capture the same prowess and skill that General-King Zinkenite had possessed, resisting the urge to simply rip the starseed out. No, that would have been easy. He would have learned nothing from it. He would gain nothing from it. Instead of taking away, he was trying to give, feeling the strain that his own body was going through but refusing to back down and refusing to withdraw until the deed was done.
When he was done, he would ask her name. He would welcome the new lieutenant into the Negaverse, take her under his wing and guide her, perhaps better than how he treated her here in the store. He would take her out on missions, teach her to drain energy, starseeds, put her to good use within the Negaverse… and all the while, he would boast, and he could show Zinkenite, Serpentine, Bischofite, and Benitoite that he was not useless… show them all that Buddingtonite had come into his own, and-
He made a terrible mistake. He wasn’t sure exactly what happened or what went wrong, simply that he made a mistake. The starseed he held might have been cracking and he couldn’t hear it over Lucca’s sobs, but by the time he felt it splinter within his grasps, there was a stabbing pain in his hand and he was forced away from the screaming being on the chair. Shards of ice dug into his arm and caused him to shiver, but the chill he felt from such a minor of touches was nothing compared to what he felt from listening to that animalistic, yet familiar howl that consumed his office, reverberating through the walls and threatening to consume his entire soul. He looked towards Lucca, but there was nothing before him but growing ice, the sudden drop of temperature causing a thick mist to fill in the small office space. Buddingtonite didn’t need to see what laid beyond the mist to know…
That he made a terrible mistake.((Word Count: 305 cool ) ((( TO BE CONTINUED...)))
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Posted: Thu Oct 03, 2013 7:25 pm
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Posted: Thu Oct 03, 2013 7:27 pm
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Posted: Thu Oct 03, 2013 7:29 pm
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Posted: Wed Oct 09, 2013 9:18 am
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Posted: Fri Oct 25, 2013 8:12 am
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Posted: Fri Oct 25, 2013 8:16 am
The reason for Captain Buddingtonite not answering his crystal was very clear and he was certain that once he told him what exactly was keeping him from answering Serpentine's call that his friend would understand. It wasn't that Buddingtonite was blatantly ignoring him, or that he had misplaced the crystal, though given his scatterbrained state it might not have been too out of the realm of possibilities for him. He knew that he'd be worried, because that's just how Serpentine was. And he could imagine the earful he'd receive when this whole fiasco was done and over with. But that had meant that he needed to survive this ordeal, and there'd be no one happier to live past this night than Buddingtonite...
He was warned by his fellow agents that since the eclipse, there had been these doppelgangers of themselves roaming around, and that these doppelgangers weren't the friendly kind. Reports of attacks by darker versions of themselves were pouring in, and thus far, Buddingtonite thought himself fortunate to have avoided his evil dark twin (the actual one, not his twin brother). But it would figure that fate would not favor him for long, as he had cheated on her a few times over and she was a cruel, unforgiving b***h.
Despite the fact that he was trying to kill him, his shade was a rather interesting fellow. Easy on the eyes, despite the garish shade of grey that lingered on his skin, and even though there was a murderous tint in his eyes, his smile was certainly expressive and Buddingtonite found himself admiring that pearly white grin of his. He may have been his evil, greyed-out double sent solely to destroy him, but he certainly looked more alive and expressive than he himself felt right now...
"Hm... so, you're here to kill me?" Buddingtonite asked, looking at his double as he stood across the train tracks, thankful that there was just enough space between them that he'd have enough time to collect his thoughts and come up with some kind of strategy against the incoming onslaught. His double, though looking just as dashing and suave as himself in his dull grey uniform, did not share his love for words or scenery chewing, and the silence he heard from the other side of the tracks was truly discouraging. "Well, that's certainly a shame. You see, I was just thinking of how beneficial it'd be if there were two of me... one of us to do all the boring work like killing and maiming our enemies, while the other sat in a cushy chair and do all the necessary paperwork. Certainly that can be appealing to you?"
His doppelganger made a motion with his hands, and within the blink of an eye, his boomerang had appeared and was thrown towards him. Buddingtonite barely dodged the strike, leaning towards his left and bringing his unbraced hand up in defense of the incoming attack. His double seemed content to fight, and that was Buddingtonite's queue to flee. With a still injured arm and no will to fight, Buddingtonite was keen on flight or fight, and it seemed that his shade caught wind of that as he looked ready to pursue. "Very well, I see how it is. Good luck in catching me, because I have no intention of dying tonight! Farewell!"
There was a train coming, one that Buddingtonite knew would not stop at this station on this evening, and he was hoping that his double would be foolish enough to lean across the tracks at the right moment. He had seen people jump in front of trains before and while it wasn't pretty, it was certainly one way of allowing someone else to do his dirty work, or in the very least, slow it down while he found a safe place to teleport and power down. Return Serpentine's call and get to where his friend was before whatever troubled him did him in. It was all within the confectioner's mind, but the shade was not so easily fooled. He disappeared within a blink of an eye and Buddingtonite knew to look behind him, doing in time to throw himself out of the way of that curled fist. "Oh! Right! You can teleport, just like me... great!"
And it seemed that his doppelganger was quick to try and turn his own tactic against him, striking relentlessly and trying to push him closer and closer towards the tracks as the passenger train came barreling down the tracks. It was going fast, and if he had fallen in front of it, no doubt there'd be Buddingtonite chunks everywhere. Perhaps a painless death compared to presenting failure to Queen Metallia and the Negaverse, but one that he wasn't quite prepared to face, even with his weakened state of mind. He tried to teleport away, but his shade was persistent, grabbing the cloth at his neck and throwing him back towards the tracks every time he tried to escape, and teleporting with the shade clinging to him would have drained him. It was a brilliant tactic, but one not in his favor, and Buddingtonite could feel his heel fall back and hit air, letting him know that the shade had him right where he wanted him. A simple push had him dangling, his booted legs desperately clinging and scraping off the edge, and a strong hand gripping him, holding him in place and preventing him from the only means of escape he had available. And the train was getting closer and closer, its horn blaring to warn him of his impending doom. Within seconds the train would take him, and as merciful of a death that would have been compared to the fate that the Negaverse and this war had in store for him, he wasn't willing to accept death. Not here. Not against this opponent.
The train was mere seconds upon him when he made his decision, and he latched onto the arm that held him with tight fingers, hoping to not only anchor himself but dig into the flesh and cause his shade a single ounce of pain. There was a wince but nothing more, and against his better judgement, he teleported himself and his murderous doppelganger out of the train's path. How terrifying it would have been for that conductor to see two men suddenly disappear like that? Buddingtonite would have considered apologizing to him and spared him his energy and precious starseed for his troubles, but his mind was elsewhere, as was his body. He wasn't sure where he was, or where his shade was, for that matter, as his feet gave away and he fell onto cold, wet grass, free from his double's grip but too weakened from the ordeal to take full advantage of his freedom. He must have looked the part of a mouse that had somehow escaped the clutches of a hawk's talons and looked around, taking in his surroundings and looking for the predator, all the while scrambling to his feet and looking for some kind of escape or borrow to hide in.
He was free, but weak, vulnerable, to anyone and everything, and not a single part of him was enjoying this little adventure he found himself in. He had to escape. He had to find help, before he killed himself!((Word Count: 1224))
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Posted: Fri Nov 15, 2013 10:03 am
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Posted: Fri Nov 15, 2013 10:22 am
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