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 Posted: Wed Jul 18, 2007 9:36 am
Xeraphem Jack also stepped out of the squadcar, yet in other conditions far less heartwarming as Kevyn and Keerah's had been. He did not hesitate to withdraw his .9mm from its holster. He stared evenly at the man that had kidnapped Keerah. "Take another step closer to them and you'll find yourself walking into the gates of Hell, instead." Jack said behind clenched teeth. He felt his right index finger itching. And the only way he could scratch that itch was by pulling the trigger. Allen saw the squadcar come to a brief halt, spilling out its passengers one at a time. Then he saw the gun levelled at him. Slowly, Allen brought his hands in the air. "I have no intention of disobeying sheriff." Allen said calmly. However I think Reg may have a different mind set.Luke whipped around, accidently piercing the man's throat slightly as the squad car pulled up. At the moment, he was having the same itch to slit the man's throat as Mills was having the itch to pull the trigger on his .9mm. Clearly, what was going on now was just a tad bit more important, so Luke stood until the entire fiasco was dealt with. "Make any sudden moves," Luke said, "and you'll be inhaling blood." The man made a sad attempt to spit in Luke's face; his response to this was puncturing the back of the man's right arm, smiling at his howls of pain.
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Posted: Wed Jul 18, 2007 10:14 am
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I don't know where we are anymore. We've been driving for days now, just running. Running from the people that want to hurt us, punch tags in our ears and stick us in labs.
I'm so scared. Mom, I'm really scared... I hope you're okay...
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She couldn't be more than fifteen years of age, her form was so delicate, youthful and gentle. Her head was leaned against one of the passenger windows of the 2050 model Toyota Genesis, a coupe that, to this day, remained a timeless classic from the last decade. It was in good shape too, the blue paint was well maintained and unchipped. The lights worked, the brakes worked. It had all the commodities a driver in the Neo-Space Age would need, including GPS, traffic routing and hands free control.
However, the girl knew that Jeremy preffered to drive manually. He didn't have too much faith in technology. She guessed he never had. He was really tough, and it scared her. But at the same time, it made her feel safe.
"Jeremy." The young man that spoke was wearing a blindfold, a ratty green cloth tied over his eyes. As he spoke, his hand reached out to the dashboard, seeking comfort in its smooth and cool feel. He was sitting shotgun, with Jeremy to his left. "Where are we?
The man whose last name was Wolfe grunted, keeping his eyes on the road and his hands on the wheel. "Don't know. We just passed someplace called Bono, heading south. I think we're getting close to the border.
The blind man smiled, and nodded. "That's good."
"...You really think we'll be safe in Mexico?" The girl sounded like she was exhausted, half trapped between a dream and reality. They were all exhausted. They had slept perhaps fifteen hours in the past seven days.
"Don't know-- There's another town coming up."
Jeremy Wolfe spoke the name almost at the same time that the Genesis passed the sign.
"Welcome to Oak Ridge."
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Posted: Wed Jul 18, 2007 11:06 am
Ten minutes through Oak Ridge, and the trio had found what they weren't looking for.
Trouble. In the form of a man with a gun with a target, and a man with a knife with a hostage. What's more, there were police. Cops.
When Jeremy said get down, it was pretty obvious what the other two had to do. He was not a user. Desi and Sesar were paranormal hot spots. While Desi looked like a regular human, just an estranged girl, barely into her High School years, Sesar was admittedly unusual. Most blind people are not very conspicuous. They walk at a slow pace, but with some sense of direction given the proper tools. They tended to wear black glasses, or simply nothing at all.
With the rag around Sesar's head, he almost looked like a third world hostage. So when a cop came in sight, Sesar slipped down out of sight. Since he was riding shotgun, Desi had to do so as well, so as to not make things seem suspicious. After all, who willfully decides not to ride shotgun?
The two ducked down, and Jeremy set his foot on the brake. He put his right signal on, and made the turn into the nearest parking lot, which was unfortunately right across the street from the unfolding conflict next to them.
He took a deep breath. ********. ********. s**t. He let his mind race, because when it did, he could think at a million miles a minute.
"Okay." He spoke very calmly, and in a regular tone. He wasn't about to whisper. What would be the point? The others were too far to hear them, and the windows were up. "We're going to stay in the car, and sit this out. If the cops are doing their job right, they're paying way more attention to a hostage situation then they are to a car in a parking lot."
"Are you sure?" Sesar. Always the cynic. As he spoke, he opened the glove compartment from where he was, and placed his hand inside the space. When he removed it, he was holding a black 8 ball, the kind that should be on a pool table. This was Jeremy's personal luck charm.
However, in Sesar's hands it was also a very effective weapon.
"Jeremy..." The girl's voice was trembling. So was her body. She was curled up as small as she could be, but she was shaking like she was in the middle of a blizzard. Poor Desi... Jeremy sighed. The girl was completely traumatized. Sesar had told him the stories.
Jeremy slipped his hand behind his seat, and gently squeezed Desi's shoulder. "Hey. Don't worry, Des. We'll be fine. We've been doing good so far. I won't let us get caught now."
He mean every word he said, but Jeremy knew better than anyone that you only had so much influence over your own fate... For now, they all held their breath, and Jeremy watched the drama play out from the corner of his eye.
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Posted: Wed Jul 18, 2007 1:32 pm
Xeraphem Jack also stepped out of the squadcar, yet in other conditions far less heartwarming as Kevyn and Keerah's had been. He did not hesitate to withdraw his .9mm from its holster. He stared evenly at the man that had kidnapped Keerah. "Take another step closer to them and you'll find yourself walking into the gates of Hell, instead." Jack said behind clenched teeth. He felt his right index finger itching. And the only way he could scratch that itch was by pulling the trigger. Allen saw the squadcar come to a brief halt, spilling out its passengers one at a time. Then he saw the gun levelled at him. Slowly, Allen brought his hands in the air. "I have no intention of disobeying sheriff." Allen said calmly. However I think Reg may have a different mind set. sent Keerah. I don't know, sent Kevyn, I'm not sure what he's doing. That isn't the guy who kidnapped you? Where'd he go? The two continued to talk mentally, trying to sort this out without letting the other people around them know what they were doing. These two guys came up and shot him. I think he was the one that killed cheifs daughter, but I'm not sure what to think of these two. The one said being a user makes me "more valuable" and really creeps me out, the other is really nice though, she explained. Do you think it's just an act? he asked. I don't know, she said, but for now I would say we can't trust either of them. The two sat in silence for a short while. Suddenly Kevyn realized what was going on. Keerah, he said, You know how you thought the guy that kidnapped you killed the cheif's daughter?Yeah....I'm guess he thinks that too, only unlike us he doesn't know these guys weren't the ones who did it!So he thinks he's got a kidnapper and a murderer.... although he does have a murderer, just not for killing who he thinksNow what? Neither one said anything... it was clear they bother were thinking that question, but the answer wasn't something either could figure out.
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Posted: Wed Jul 18, 2007 4:37 pm
Bayne Tarrok Ten minutes through Oak Ridge, and the trio had found what they weren't looking for. Trouble. In the form of a man with a gun with a target, and a man with a knife with a hostage. What's more, there were police. Cops. When Jeremy said get down, it was pretty obvious what the other two had to do. He was not a user. Desi and Sesar were paranormal hot spots. While Desi looked like a regular human, just an estranged girl, barely into her High School years, Sesar was admittedly unusual. Most blind people are not very conspicuous. They walk at a slow pace, but with some sense of direction given the proper tools. They tended to wear black glasses, or simply nothing at all. With the rag around Sesar's head, he almost looked like a third world hostage. So when a cop came in sight, Sesar slipped down out of sight. Since he was riding shotgun, Desi had to do so as well, so as to not make things seem suspicious. After all, who willfully decides not to ride shotgun? The two ducked down, and Jeremy set his foot on the brake. He put his right signal on, and made the turn into the nearest parking lot, which was unfortunately right across the street from the unfolding conflict next to them. He took a deep breath. ********. ********. s**t. He let his mind race, because when it did, he could think at a million miles a minute. "Okay." He spoke very calmly, and in a regular tone. He wasn't about to whisper. What would be the point? The others were too far to hear them, and the windows were up. "We're going to stay in the car, and sit this out. If the cops are doing their job right, they're paying way more attention to a hostage situation then they are to a car in a parking lot.""Are you sure?" Sesar. Always the cynic. As he spoke, he opened the glove compartment from where he was, and placed his hand inside the space. When he removed it, he was holding a black 8 ball, the kind that should be on a pool table. This was Jeremy's personal luck charm. However, in Sesar's hands it was also a very effective weapon. "Jeremy..." The girl's voice was trembling. So was her body. She was curled up as small as she could be, but she was shaking like she was in the middle of a blizzard. Poor Desi... Jeremy sighed. The girl was completely traumatized. Sesar had told him the stories. Jeremy slipped his hand behind his seat, and gently squeezed Desi's shoulder. "Hey. Don't worry, Des. We'll be fine. We've been doing good so far. I won't let us get caught now."He mean every word he said, but Jeremy knew better than anyone that you only had so much influence over your own fate... For now, they all held their breath, and Jeremy watched the drama play out from the corner of his eye. Because Luke was sitting this out, he had nothing better to do, other than sit and watch. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw a very conspicuous car pull into a parking lot and just sit there. "What the hell...?" he mumbled under his breath. Taking both his and his hostage's shadows off the ground, he used one to bind the man's body and the other to bind his mouth. He also made a large chunk of earth into a raised platform and pushed the man down on it. "Stay there," he said as he turned and walked to the car. He walked to the driver's side window and rapped his knuckles on it harshly. "What are you doing here?" he said.
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Posted: Wed Jul 18, 2007 4:47 pm
Reg's first thoughts had been to get behind the Sherrif and bleed him like a stuck pig. Yet two very important things caught his before he could move from his cover. The small glint of metal in what little light the moon would give told Reg that he could not take the path. Apparently someones doing a little cutting of their own, he thought without much humor. The second thing was a flash of tailights pulling in across the highway. His first impression was to dismiss it, but there had been something unsettling. Liscence plates. They're not from this state. Impossible. The "roadcrew" had all major intersections blocked. Not if they took a scenic route, you dumbarse. The voice of his own father was clear in his head. The hateful old b*****d had cajoled and mocked his way into the grave. Out-of-townies present problems. Keep an eye open on them, at the very least. Reg nodded to himself and stashed away his revolver. Strapped across his chest in another holster was an air pistol. Though this shot far more different things than b.b.'s. He raised the gun and fired off a single shot. Silent enough.
Gun still drawn and trained, Sheriff Jack Mills brought his hand to his throat. It felt as if he had been stung. What he felt was furry enough to be a honey bee, yet when he grabbed the insect and jerked it out, a faint glimmer of red shown in his open palm. A little needle tip pointing from the bushel of miniature feathers. Dart. Jack thought silently. His mind tunred to anger in an instant, yet an instant had been what he needed. The gun slipped from his hand with little resistance, his knees buckling and unhinging below him. A fine thread of dark scarlet flowed from the puncture wound that the tranquilizer dart had made. Jack doubled over, his vision darkening. The last thing he thought he saw was the terrified look of his daughter's face, before the black enveloped him in an induced sleep.
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Posted: Wed Jul 18, 2007 5:00 pm
Xeraphem Reg's first thoughts had been to get behind the Sherrif and bleed him like a stuck pig. Yet two very important things caught his before he could move from his cover. The small glint of metal in what little light the moon would give told Reg that he could not take the path. Apparently someones doing a little cutting of their own, he thought without much humor. The second thing was a flash of tailights pulling in across the highway. His first impression was to dismiss it, but there had been something unsettling. Liscence plates. They're not from this state. Impossible. The "roadcrew" had all major intersections blocked. Not if they took a scenic route, you dumbarse. The voice of his own father was clear in his head. The hateful old b*****d had cajoled and mocked his way into the grave. Out-of-townies present problems. Keep an eye open on them, at the very least. Reg nodded to himself and stashed away his revolver. Strapped across his chest in another holster was an air pistol. Though this shot far more different things than b.b.'s. He raised the gun and fired off a single shot. Silent enough. Gun still drawn and trained, Sheriff Jack Mills brought his hand to his throat. It felt as if he had been stung. What he felt was furry enough to be a honey bee, yet when he grabbed the insect and jerked it out, a faint glimmer of red shown in his open palm. A little needle tip pointing from the bushel of miniature feathers. Dart. Jack thought silently. His mind tunred to anger in an instant, yet an instant had been what he needed. The gun slipped from his hand with little resistance, his knees buckling and unhinging below him. A fine thread of dark scarlet flowed from the puncture wound that the tranquilizer dart had made. Jack doubled over, his vision darkening. The last thing he thought he saw was the terrified look of his daughter's face, before the black enveloped him in an induced sleep. He heard the soft thud of the sheriff's body hitting the ground with his inexplicably amazing hearing. As he whipped around, he drew his second large switchblade and sent it hurtling through the air straight to the sheriff's attacker as shadow encased the tip; deadlier than poison... and yet he didn't know how...
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Posted: Wed Jul 18, 2007 5:54 pm
"SHERIFF!!!" Kooh yelled looking at him on the ground and turning back to Keerah and Kevyn. "KEERAH, KEVYN LETS GET OUT OF HERE WE DON'T KNOW IF THESE PEOPLE ARE OUR FRIENDS OR ENEMIES!!" She yelled grabbing one of there arms. "C'mon lets get out of here."
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Posted: Wed Jul 18, 2007 6:26 pm
Reg's mind locked up in an instant as the switchblade began to hurdle through the air towards him. Instincts did not hesitate to take control as he tucked and rolled out of his own cover, firing a dart at the man in black. The wind was at his back, so maybe it could actually make the distance. The second target was the loud-mouthed girl. He brought the target into sights and fired another dart towards her.
Allen, seeing the sheriff disarmed, drew his own gun and fired after the twins. His tranquilizers were a deep blue, and if not for the fire, perfectly invisible in the night air. He then trained his gun to the boy who had warned the sheriff about Reg, not bothering to see if he had got the twins or not. He fired once at the boy and looked to take cover in the bushes where Reg had just srung from.
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Posted: Wed Jul 18, 2007 6:45 pm
Xeraphem Reg's mind locked up in an instant as the switchblade began to hurdle through the air towards him. Instincts did not hesitate to take control as he tucked and rolled out of his own cover, firing a dart at the man in black. The wind was at his back, so maybe it could actually make the distance. The second target was the loud-mouthed girl. He brought the target into sights and fired another dart towards her. Allen, seeing the sheriff disarmed, drew his own gun and fired after the twins. His tranquilizers were a deep blue, and if not for the fire, perfectly invisible in the night air. He then trained his gun to the boy who had warned the sheriff about Reg, not bothering to see if he had got the twins or not. He fired once at the boy and looked to take cover in the bushes where Reg had just srung from. It was times like these Luke was glad he was a user. He held his hand up and the dart melted right before it hit the palm of his hand and fell to the ground. Lifting the blob of goo back up, he reassembled its particles of its previous shape, this time facing the opposite direction. He then pushed it forward towards the man that had fired it at him in the first place. "b*****d," he muttered as it hurtled through the air.
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Posted: Wed Jul 18, 2007 8:04 pm
Boney, heedless of all the fires and destruction around him, strolled down Shady Oak Lane, now devoid of both shade and oaks. Matthias was hauled along with him, numb to the core.
"Ah, the sweet sounds of the night," Boney sighed, putting a hand to his ear and drinking in the screams with pleasure. "Lucky me, I get to come out on a killing-day."
Although he still couldn't muster up enough will to fight for his body, Matthias found himself wondering what exactly was going on. It appeared that his parents' killing had not been an isolated incident.
His parents...
Matthias stopped thinking; it hurt too much.
Boney had found a couple corpses in the street and was laughing. "Look at them, Matthias," he said. "FBI agents and grunt men, trained professionals and hired thugs. Death spares no one and all are equal in it." He suddenly grinned. "Unless I'm around."
Boney gestured towards the corpses and they rose up, fighting each other in a gruesome battle. The winners took the opportunity to mutilate the corpses of their opponents.
Matthias felt sick to his stomach. He wanted to look away, but his eyes were now Boney's and Boney was watching with unconcealed glee. He wondered sourly if puking was enough of an involuntary reaction for Boney not to control it.
A high-pitched scream came from the house right next to them. Boney jerked his attention away from the corpses and they fell, lifeless, to the ground. Matthias noticed this with relief.
"What fun are we having that we're not inviting Boney to?" Boney muttered under his breath. Suddenly, he charged up the steps and straight into the house.
Two armed men were terrorizing a little brown-haired girl in a red dress. One kicked her while the other made catcalls. "What's the matter, brat? You gonna call up more monsters? You gonna creep us to death?"
"Heya, bravas!" called Boney. The men whirled around and pointed their guns at Boney.
He immobilized them with the snap of a finger. "It's not nice to kick a target that can't fight back," he told them, leaning over and whispering in their ears. Then he stood up and made a complicated motion with his hands.
Slowly, painfully, every bone in their bodies started to snap. The men screamed and screamed, but Boney just got more excited with every scream. By the time half of their bones had been snapped, the men had passed out from the pain. Boney grew bored and gestured with a final flourish. The rest of their bones snapped all at once, killing the men and turning their bodies into broken piles of goo.
Boney stepped over the twitching piles to the wide-eyed little girl. She couldn't have been more than six or seven. She was cowering in the corner, a few slimy bubbles strewn around her, her horrified eyes locked on the once-men.
Poor thing, thought Matthias with an unexpected rush of sympathy. She'll be traumatized for life.
"Do you know why they did that?" Boney asked the girl in a soft, singsong voice.
She shook her head no, her eyes flicking from the men to Boney.
"Because you are a User," Boney answered himself. "And do you know why I did that?"
She shook her head again.
Boney smiled.
"Because they were not Users."
The little girl stared at Boney. The slimy bubbles popped and various insects crawled out of them. Boney straightened up, gave her a smile that showed far too many teeth, and walked out.
"Now let's see what other fun we can have tonight," Boney said, stretching his hands out in front of him and popping his joints.
Matthias wasn't listening. He was paying attention to Boney's hearing. I think you have a follower, he said.
"What?" said Boney, then turned around and saw the same little girl.
He scowled. "Go away."
She didn't move.
He flapped his hands at her. "Go on! Shoo! Scat!"
The little girl looked towards her house, then back at him, and shook her head no.
Matthias chuckled. There was a kind of morbid humor in the situation. I think she thinks you're her saviour, he said to Boney.
Boney scowled again. "I ain't no saviour," he growled.
Boney turned and started to walk down the street again. The little girl fell into step behind them. And this time, Matthias noticed, Boney didn't try to chase her away.
((Sorry, couldn't resist that reference. xd ))
((Double edit: Nobody find Boney just yet. I'm going to be away at Otakon for the next four days. I'll see you then. mrgreen ))
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Posted: Wed Jul 18, 2007 9:08 pm
"Aaaagghh!!" Kooh screamed holding up her hands and accidentally putting up an electromagnetic field that stopped the dart mid flight because of the metal needle. "What on earth?" She said in awe for a couple seconds before she dove behind the sheriffs car wondering what to do.
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Posted: Thu Jul 19, 2007 7:19 am
Jeremy watched the man approaching his car from behind, his eyes not leaving his rearview camera feed for a second.
The guy was walking their direction. He could be going somewhere else. But where the hell would he be going?
s**t. He was getting closer. He could see the man's eyes through the camera feed (which was currently infared. All 2045+ car models were required by law to have a video feed that automatically changed to infared at night.) He was focused on the car.
s**t!
"Jeremy!" Desi's voice was barely a whimper, but so intense was the fear in her voice that it made Jeremy's heart skip a beat. He gave Sesar a glancing look to his right. The young man was rolling Jeremy's lucky 8 ball between the palms of his hands in a very slow and reverent manner. Jeremy didn't ask what he was doing.
He already knew.
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The first time the three of them were in a situation like this, it was slightly different. They had just left a small bar/ motel, when one of the drunk parons made a crack about the rag over Sesar's eyes. Something outrageous about Muslims. Then things escalated. Another patron made a crack about him being, "one of them ********' freak people." The man had said it as a joke, but suddenly, everyone in the bar was looking at them differently. It was time for them to leave.
Before they could make it out of the door, a big burly man with a great gray beard stumbled in front of the door, a half drunken grin on his face. Others closed in on them from the sides, and when Jeremy looked to the bartender for help he received a dispassionate look before the man went back to cleaning glasses.
Desi clung to Jeremy's side, doing her best to bury herself in him. For the first time since elementary school, she felt like she was about to wet herself.
What neither Desi or Jeremy noticed was that as they were slowly making their way back towards the door, Sesar had been sliding his hand across the bar counter, casually running a finger over the base of each glass he passed.
When the first man lunged, he aimed for Desi. It figured that a drunk middle aged thug would go for the little girl. What a pack of dogs.
The man was rewarded for his gallant effort when a beer glass smashed into the side of his face, exploding across his temple and shredding his skin with its broken shards. The man reeled back, howling. Suddenly there was glass soaring throughout the room, mugs and shot glasses whizzing off the top of the bar counter as if by magic. Chaos ensued, the inebriated rabble nearly falling on top of itself in the confusion.
Jeremy took this opportunity to slam his elbow into Gray Beard's nose, which sent the man staggering away from the door. He practically picked up Desi, and ran. Sesar was right behind. They were in the car 30 seconds later, and on the road in 45. Nobody followed.
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The man who had been approaching the trio's car had made it all the way to the driver's door, knocked on the window, and asked a question before all hell suddenly broke loose. Luke's attention was directed elsewhere as he began to fight for his life, and the situation with the man and the gun worsened. Jeremy knew exactly what to do now.
Run.
"Get out of the car! Come on!" He shouldered his door open, running around the hood of the car to Sesar's side. Sesar was already out as well, and pulling Desi with gently, but desperate urgency from the car. They began to run towards the building in front of them. It looked like a convenience store, but none of them paid enough attention to it to say for sure. Their mad dash was towards the back of the building, to try and get at least a corner between them and the insanity.
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Posted: Thu Jul 19, 2007 8:54 am
Bayne Tarrok Jeremy watched the man approaching his car from behind, his eyes not leaving his rearview camera feed for a second. The guy was walking their direction. He could be going somewhere else. But where the hell would he be going? s**t. He was getting closer. He could see the man's eyes through the camera feed (which was currently infared. All 2045+ car models were required by law to have a video feed that automatically changed to infared at night.) He was focused on the car. s**t! "Jeremy!" Desi's voice was barely a whimper, but so intense was the fear in her voice that it made Jeremy's heart skip a beat. He gave Sesar a glancing look to his right. The young man was rolling Jeremy's lucky 8 ball between the palms of his hands in a very slow and reverent manner. Jeremy didn't ask what he was doing. He already knew. --------------------------------<> The first time the three of them were in a situation like this, it was slightly different. They had just left a small bar/ motel, when one of the drunk parons made a crack about the rag over Sesar's eyes. Something outrageous about Muslims. Then things escalated. Another patron made a crack about him being, "one of them ********' freak people." The man had said it as a joke, but suddenly, everyone in the bar was looking at them differently. It was time for them to leave. Before they could make it out of the door, a big burly man with a great gray beard stumbled in front of the door, a half drunken grin on his face. Others closed in on them from the sides, and when Jeremy looked to the bartender for help he received a dispassionate look before the man went back to cleaning glasses. Desi clung to Jeremy's side, doing her best to bury herself in him. For the first time since elementary school, she felt like she was about to wet herself. What neither Desi or Jeremy noticed was that as they were slowly making their way back towards the door, Sesar had been sliding his hand across the bar counter, casually running a finger over the base of each glass he passed. When the first man lunged, he aimed for Desi. It figured that a drunk middle aged thug would go for the little girl. What a pack of dogs. The man was rewarded for his gallant effort when a beer glass smashed into the side of his face, exploding across his temple and shredding his skin with its broken shards. The man reeled back, howling. Suddenly there was glass soaring throughout the room, mugs and shot glasses whizzing off the top of the bar counter as if by magic. Chaos ensued, the inebriated rabble nearly falling on top of itself in the confusion. Jeremy took this opportunity to slam his elbow into Gray Beard's nose, which sent the man staggering away from the door. He practically picked up Desi, and ran. Sesar was right behind. They were in the car 30 seconds later, and on the road in 45. Nobody followed. ----------------------------<> The man who had been approaching the trio's car had made it all the way to the driver's door, knocked on the window, and asked a question before all hell suddenly broke loose. Luke's attention was directed elsewhere as he began to fight for his life, and the situation with the man and the gun worsened. Jeremy knew exactly what to do now. Run. "Get out of the car! Come on!" He shouldered his door open, running around the hood of the car to Sesar's side. Sesar was already out as well, and pulling Desi with gently, but desperate urgency from the car. They began to run towards the building in front of them. It looked like a convenience store, but none of them paid enough attention to it to say for sure. Their mad dash was towards the back of the building, to try and get at least a corner between them and the insanity. Now that he had saved his own skin, it was time to go back to the suspicious car... The occupants were heading for the hills. "Hey!" Luke shouted, running after them. His shadow rose beneath his feet and carried him at a quick velocity after them. He then sent the shadows of several other objects after them, trying to trip them up. He also sent another behind him, programming it to retrieve his switchblade. He felt it's cool, comforting metallic handle clutched in his hand once more as the blade receded back into the handle and he stowed it in his back pocket.
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Posted: Thu Jul 19, 2007 11:41 am
It is ironic that the first person to see the shadows coming at them was blind.
At least, in the usual fashion.
That swirling, foggy, starry realm of existence that Sesar had inexplicably been granted vision in began to churn behind them, and as it did, he turned his head over his shoulder, 8 ball still in hand. Sheets of some opaque material were cascading towards them. This did not stop his running. Quite the contrary, Sesar ran all the faster.
Desi was the second to see it, and the first to speak. She did so in the form of a scream, which caused Jeremy to turn his head.
What...?
He couldn't get his head around what was happening behind him, but he knew that it was bad, and that they were almost around the corner. If they could just reach it... Jeremy swung his arms around Desi under her arms, and lunged forward in a head-first dive around the side of the building.
Sesar saw this (or sensed it. It depends on your perception of sight and sense.) and veered left, attempting to make the turn with his friends. However, he didn't make it around the corner. It became obvious that was not his intention, as he bent his knees, and steadied himself against the wall.
He waited, and in his mind, made a silent prayer.
He had not abandoned all of his family's traditions. He still had faith in the Lord. 8 ball in hand, he stood his ground, anticipating the moment that their assailant would be within reach.
He was not about to give up. Not when they were so close to freedom.
Around the corner, Jeremy cradled Desi in his arms, prepared to shelter her from anything that rounded on them.
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