The moonlight poured into the cave tunnels from the air shafts and cracks in the stones. Brown eyes shifted from side to side, ears shape from the eerie silence that came with the cold snowy weather of the season, muffling everything. Those eyes spotted, at each shift, at each sound, the many bat pokemon, zubats, golbats and crobats, looking back at him with almost glowing eyes. The rather well built man sneered back at them, he wasn't afraid, never afraid, of such little filthy things. A jolt of pain came through his thoughts and his hand lightly brushed against the three slash wounds on his arm. His crimson blood had been pouring slowly down his arm when he had ran into the caves for escape. He had never expected this, even less for someone like...Well, thinking back. He didn't seem normal, did he, he should had known better then to trust him.
"Come out, come out, wherever you are..." A voice like silk whispered into Harrison's ears, making his guts twist. No, he wasn't afraid.
"Now you are just being difficult, little murderer." The voice murmured, a soft breeze of cool air touch his ear and he jolted away from the corner, half expecting to see what had cause him to hide in this place, but there was nothing there. His heart beat started to quicken.
"I can hear you breathing...I can sense you heart pounding away its last beats...I can smell your blood...and fear...." The velvet voice wrapped around him like rope, his body refusing to move at the commands of his brain. He wasn't afraid, he refuse to be afraid.
He close his brown eyes and tried to relax his now panting breathing. It took a couple of minutes, but he manage it. There was no one here, he got scratch from a tree, he knew that, he had been startle by Stantler and knocked into the branch. The voice that follow was nothing, it just his subconscious trying to make him feel guilty for all that things he did. There was nothing here, there was nothing here.
"Open your eyes...." He felt the cold breath against his face. A thick scent of herbs seemed to perfume the air. His eyes open, pupils dilating in the darkness of the shadow casted by much taller man, but they soon contracted into just two dots in the brown pools as he stared at this figure looming over him.
The white hair spilled over each shoulder, like waterfalls, illuminated in the moonlight that leaked in. Shadowing the face, until two light grey eyes open, almost like two moons dancing in sinful mirth. A handsome face was twisted with a smirk that befitted a demon, sharp fangs that seem a little too large for a human glint in the danger man's mouth. It was almost a completely flit from the healer man that had stopped by the town to resupply. There was no trace of kindness, not even a trace of a merciful and short death could be found there.
"Whatever you think of doing..." Harrison said, proud of himself that his voice had not quiver. He tried to push the man away, but found that he was pin against the rock and his arms were held in place by the man's hands. "I am sure as hell I am not going to die if I can help it either."
A low chuckle came from the man that made his blood run cold, a low hit on the head and everything went dark. When the brown eyes reopen, they notice a shift in the moonlight and the dizzy feeling. Hours must of had pass. A jolt of pain from his neck made hims look down, there were some traits of blood on his jacket. His eyes flicker up again, and saw the monster, leaning against the opposite wall, letting a crobat lick the blood clean from his own neck. There was blood spalshed around his mouth and down his chin, damping the gotee he had, the crimson ran down his neck and some on his chest.
Harrison tried to move, but found his body heavy as lead as he stare at this strange image. He saw the moon-like eyes open and target on him. "Moonlight...to bathe in it and blood, its almost like out of a story book, don't you think?" The velvet soft voice spoke, there was no hunger behind it anymore, but rather a sated tone. As the man moved away from the bat pokemon and the light, Harrison notice the almost white iris seemed to shift to the familiar steel-blue he had seen back in town, when the healer had seen peculiar, but normal in behavior.
He saw the man starting to walk away, the shuffle of his long white coat eerily cut through the heavy silence. A grunt came instead of words from his lips, making the monster look back. "Oh? Oh of course, I suppose I should explain to you. After all, you are not long for this world." His blue eyes flicker towards the tunnel that surely was to the entrance of the cave. Harrison then notice the snapping and growling that seem to be coming from there.
"You see, you have done some very bad things, and since you are a very bad person, I thought I would get a free meal from you." He smiled, the once white teeth had a sickening taint over them. "You, right now, don't have much blood left, I am afraid, but the bats will be delighted to finish you off for me. Isn't that right, love?" He smiled, scratching lightly under the chin of a zubat that had come to perch on his shoulder, sniffing at some of the blood that was still on him.
"You said I wouldn't get away with this, but believe me, I am. Your 'laws' do not do well with me." His eyes flicker elsewhere once again. "And there won't be much left of you to began with, maybe some bones. You'll be just another tragic, or rather not-so-tragic, I am sure the folks in town are very aware of what you did, accident in the wild caves, full of 'dangerous' pokemon. I can hear the houndooms and absols, already fighting over the meal they have sniff out. Canine pokemon that were very wronged by you, I am sure they will be delighted." He smiled. "Don't worry, all of this will end some time tomorrow." Shoo'ing the zubat away, he smiled widely, kindly to the pokemon before he started to walk away. Once out of view, his velvet voice carried back.
"May they have mercy on you in the afterlife..." It sang.
Adriel woke up with a startle, his fingers grabbing tightly at the blankets around him, his body was sweating, convulsions breaking lose through it. His heartbeats awakening the sleeping persian by his side, who call out in reassuring purrrs at him.
His breathing came in short bursts, but slowly became elongated as his heart and mind stopped racing each other, he rest his face upon his palms, his fingers laced with his long white hair as he took in breaths. It had been a month ago and it came back to hunt him now. Rising out of the tent into the snow, they weren't far from a small city, but he couldn't tell you which one. They were about a mile off, he could smell the smoke and fumes of humanity. The snow was white all around them as he picked out his black long coat and pulled it over his bare chest and back, covering them but leaving it open at the front but for a single button.
The cold had never truly bother him. His blue eyes seemed tired as he made a small fire and let water boil. It was late afternoon and it was one of the coldest times, the coldest, of course, being near midnight. As the water boil, he rummage through the cart's contents, pondering his dream. His hand came upon a newspaper he had purchase, the reason why his dream haunt him now. There was a small article about the reminds found in a cave of a townsperson that had gone missing. There was just bones left, but the police was unsure if to rule it as suicide or accidental. The history of the man was given briefly, the reason of suicide coming to play was because some obscure crimes the man had committed.
He close his eyes, trying to not laugh at their vagueness. The brown eyes flashed behind his eyelids and he sighed, reopening his eyes. It will eventually go away. He never felt guilty for long. Sitting down, he prepare himself and his two pokemons some tea and began drinking. His abdomen seem to contort in a way it shouldn't had and he sat the tea upon the snow, traces of blood in it. Shaking his head, he put down his cup, ignoring the looks from the pokemon as he went to the cart and rummage for a certain box and medicine.
"Come out, come out, wherever you are..." A voice like silk whispered into Harrison's ears, making his guts twist. No, he wasn't afraid.
"Now you are just being difficult, little murderer." The voice murmured, a soft breeze of cool air touch his ear and he jolted away from the corner, half expecting to see what had cause him to hide in this place, but there was nothing there. His heart beat started to quicken.
"I can hear you breathing...I can sense you heart pounding away its last beats...I can smell your blood...and fear...." The velvet voice wrapped around him like rope, his body refusing to move at the commands of his brain. He wasn't afraid, he refuse to be afraid.
He close his brown eyes and tried to relax his now panting breathing. It took a couple of minutes, but he manage it. There was no one here, he got scratch from a tree, he knew that, he had been startle by Stantler and knocked into the branch. The voice that follow was nothing, it just his subconscious trying to make him feel guilty for all that things he did. There was nothing here, there was nothing here.
"Open your eyes...." He felt the cold breath against his face. A thick scent of herbs seemed to perfume the air. His eyes open, pupils dilating in the darkness of the shadow casted by much taller man, but they soon contracted into just two dots in the brown pools as he stared at this figure looming over him.
The white hair spilled over each shoulder, like waterfalls, illuminated in the moonlight that leaked in. Shadowing the face, until two light grey eyes open, almost like two moons dancing in sinful mirth. A handsome face was twisted with a smirk that befitted a demon, sharp fangs that seem a little too large for a human glint in the danger man's mouth. It was almost a completely flit from the healer man that had stopped by the town to resupply. There was no trace of kindness, not even a trace of a merciful and short death could be found there.
"Whatever you think of doing..." Harrison said, proud of himself that his voice had not quiver. He tried to push the man away, but found that he was pin against the rock and his arms were held in place by the man's hands. "I am sure as hell I am not going to die if I can help it either."
A low chuckle came from the man that made his blood run cold, a low hit on the head and everything went dark. When the brown eyes reopen, they notice a shift in the moonlight and the dizzy feeling. Hours must of had pass. A jolt of pain from his neck made hims look down, there were some traits of blood on his jacket. His eyes flicker up again, and saw the monster, leaning against the opposite wall, letting a crobat lick the blood clean from his own neck. There was blood spalshed around his mouth and down his chin, damping the gotee he had, the crimson ran down his neck and some on his chest.
Harrison tried to move, but found his body heavy as lead as he stare at this strange image. He saw the moon-like eyes open and target on him. "Moonlight...to bathe in it and blood, its almost like out of a story book, don't you think?" The velvet soft voice spoke, there was no hunger behind it anymore, but rather a sated tone. As the man moved away from the bat pokemon and the light, Harrison notice the almost white iris seemed to shift to the familiar steel-blue he had seen back in town, when the healer had seen peculiar, but normal in behavior.
He saw the man starting to walk away, the shuffle of his long white coat eerily cut through the heavy silence. A grunt came instead of words from his lips, making the monster look back. "Oh? Oh of course, I suppose I should explain to you. After all, you are not long for this world." His blue eyes flicker towards the tunnel that surely was to the entrance of the cave. Harrison then notice the snapping and growling that seem to be coming from there.
"You see, you have done some very bad things, and since you are a very bad person, I thought I would get a free meal from you." He smiled, the once white teeth had a sickening taint over them. "You, right now, don't have much blood left, I am afraid, but the bats will be delighted to finish you off for me. Isn't that right, love?" He smiled, scratching lightly under the chin of a zubat that had come to perch on his shoulder, sniffing at some of the blood that was still on him.
"You said I wouldn't get away with this, but believe me, I am. Your 'laws' do not do well with me." His eyes flicker elsewhere once again. "And there won't be much left of you to began with, maybe some bones. You'll be just another tragic, or rather not-so-tragic, I am sure the folks in town are very aware of what you did, accident in the wild caves, full of 'dangerous' pokemon. I can hear the houndooms and absols, already fighting over the meal they have sniff out. Canine pokemon that were very wronged by you, I am sure they will be delighted." He smiled. "Don't worry, all of this will end some time tomorrow." Shoo'ing the zubat away, he smiled widely, kindly to the pokemon before he started to walk away. Once out of view, his velvet voice carried back.
"May they have mercy on you in the afterlife..." It sang.
Adriel woke up with a startle, his fingers grabbing tightly at the blankets around him, his body was sweating, convulsions breaking lose through it. His heartbeats awakening the sleeping persian by his side, who call out in reassuring purrrs at him.
His breathing came in short bursts, but slowly became elongated as his heart and mind stopped racing each other, he rest his face upon his palms, his fingers laced with his long white hair as he took in breaths. It had been a month ago and it came back to hunt him now. Rising out of the tent into the snow, they weren't far from a small city, but he couldn't tell you which one. They were about a mile off, he could smell the smoke and fumes of humanity. The snow was white all around them as he picked out his black long coat and pulled it over his bare chest and back, covering them but leaving it open at the front but for a single button.
The cold had never truly bother him. His blue eyes seemed tired as he made a small fire and let water boil. It was late afternoon and it was one of the coldest times, the coldest, of course, being near midnight. As the water boil, he rummage through the cart's contents, pondering his dream. His hand came upon a newspaper he had purchase, the reason why his dream haunt him now. There was a small article about the reminds found in a cave of a townsperson that had gone missing. There was just bones left, but the police was unsure if to rule it as suicide or accidental. The history of the man was given briefly, the reason of suicide coming to play was because some obscure crimes the man had committed.
He close his eyes, trying to not laugh at their vagueness. The brown eyes flashed behind his eyelids and he sighed, reopening his eyes. It will eventually go away. He never felt guilty for long. Sitting down, he prepare himself and his two pokemons some tea and began drinking. His abdomen seem to contort in a way it shouldn't had and he sat the tea upon the snow, traces of blood in it. Shaking his head, he put down his cup, ignoring the looks from the pokemon as he went to the cart and rummage for a certain box and medicine.
