05-05-2014, 10:27 AM
Michael was not sure what he was expecting from al-Hasan, but it certainly was not this. His words spoke of his arrogance but there was nothing in his voice that suggested superiority or haughtiness.
It was worse than he had expected. A part of him wished the man would start denouncing him then and there to be ravaged by the mob of bloodthirsty fanatics. Perhaps he would not survive long with his injuries, but he would tear the place to pieces and bring down the havoc that al-Hasan wished to wreak on his very own head.
al-Hasan showed no hint of malevolence, although he was not sure how reliable his own senses were. The man said he had not yet been treated. Certainly his head pounded at regular intervals but it was far better than when he had collapsed on the streets.
As al-Hasan placed a hand on Michael's forehead, he did not have to feign his shock, if it was not for the reason al-Hasan would likely suspect. He knew the feeling well. He had even suspected that al-Hasan's miracles were related to the mysterious power.
What shocked him was the cloud that lifted from his mind like the dawn in summer. The power raged treacherously close and for a moment Michael reached out before recoiling. He would rather not test the limit's of al-Hasan's temperance. He did not think there was enough room for a thirteenth Imam in Mecca.
"Your...miracles are certainly amazing,"
his words were honest, if not as amazed as a startled man should be witnessing a miracle. Tony was the actor, not him.
Michael took a moment to gather his surroundings. The wails and screams of the dying assaulted his ears as much as his headache had done moments before. Hospital beds and equipment were strewn in chaos that ignited his muted anger.
He had spent far too much time in a hospital bed of late. But he was not done here yet.
"Thank you, your generosity is appreciated,"
he said to al-Hasan. "Is there anything I can do to repay you?"
It was worse than he had expected. A part of him wished the man would start denouncing him then and there to be ravaged by the mob of bloodthirsty fanatics. Perhaps he would not survive long with his injuries, but he would tear the place to pieces and bring down the havoc that al-Hasan wished to wreak on his very own head.
al-Hasan showed no hint of malevolence, although he was not sure how reliable his own senses were. The man said he had not yet been treated. Certainly his head pounded at regular intervals but it was far better than when he had collapsed on the streets.
As al-Hasan placed a hand on Michael's forehead, he did not have to feign his shock, if it was not for the reason al-Hasan would likely suspect. He knew the feeling well. He had even suspected that al-Hasan's miracles were related to the mysterious power.
What shocked him was the cloud that lifted from his mind like the dawn in summer. The power raged treacherously close and for a moment Michael reached out before recoiling. He would rather not test the limit's of al-Hasan's temperance. He did not think there was enough room for a thirteenth Imam in Mecca.
"Your...miracles are certainly amazing,"
his words were honest, if not as amazed as a startled man should be witnessing a miracle. Tony was the actor, not him.
Michael took a moment to gather his surroundings. The wails and screams of the dying assaulted his ears as much as his headache had done moments before. Hospital beds and equipment were strewn in chaos that ignited his muted anger.
He had spent far too much time in a hospital bed of late. But he was not done here yet.
"Thank you, your generosity is appreciated,"
he said to al-Hasan. "Is there anything I can do to repay you?"
"She saw a flaring halo around his head, radiant in gold and blue. It shouted of glory and power to come"
"No matter how fast light travels, it finds the darkness has always got there first, and is waiting for it."