03-13-2014, 08:51 AM
Nets of power crept through the city of Mecca like webs across a forest's floor. His perimeter had yet to exceed much more than four hundred metres but it was enough for his purpose. His tendrils waded through the crowds of humanity in search of his target.
He held the power almost at his limit, baiting the creature. At least, he hoped that was what it would do. It seemed a reasonable conclusion to make, but who knew what monsters would do? Humans were unpredictable enough.
"We are almost there,"
he said with an absent voice, still straining to catch any sign that the thing was following.
Michael sat at the front of the electronically powered towing system that the people of Mecca used. It reminded him of an old fashioned Tram that he had seen on display back home, guided along a path without any real need for human support. Of course, there were no rails or wires involved. In fact, he had no idea how they did it. Magnetically? An auto-pilot system?
He shook himself from idle contemplation as he felt another whisper of unusual life brush against his Warding. It was strange to think of it as a 'whisper' but it felt right in a way that could not be explained even in his own mind.
He did not turn to face Dr. Weston, seated beside him as they drifted past the busy crowds at a sedate pace. He showed nothing in his expression, even if his heart beat faster and his palms grew slick.
He knew the essence of the creature - the abnormality he had felt just before the attack had given him enough time to react against a fatal blow - but the contact that was made was fleeting so it was impossible to be certain.
Even so, he was sure that it stalked them. It knew. Somehow, it knew what he was doing; and it toyed with him. Showing itself for an instant before fading away to mist - possibly literally.
It was a fine line that he walked, and it terrified him, even if he would not show it to anyone. Surely it had no idea what they had planned, but the feeling of it's arrogant malevolence felt like pin-pricks against his neck.
The feeling intensified along with the contact it made with his Nets of power. As they drew closer to their destination, it grew bolder.
By the time they arrived at the steel warehouse he could almost feel it's predatory eyes watching him, smiling in anticipation. It no longer hid and Michael felt the presence clearly. It moved slowly, as if it savoured the thrill of the hunt and the terror it knew must be in his heart.
Michael's eyes grew hard and cold. It sought to toy with him?
"Let's go inside. It is coming."
He would show it the meaning of fear.
Edited by Michael Vellas, Mar 13 2014, 08:53 AM.
He held the power almost at his limit, baiting the creature. At least, he hoped that was what it would do. It seemed a reasonable conclusion to make, but who knew what monsters would do? Humans were unpredictable enough.
"We are almost there,"
he said with an absent voice, still straining to catch any sign that the thing was following.
Michael sat at the front of the electronically powered towing system that the people of Mecca used. It reminded him of an old fashioned Tram that he had seen on display back home, guided along a path without any real need for human support. Of course, there were no rails or wires involved. In fact, he had no idea how they did it. Magnetically? An auto-pilot system?
He shook himself from idle contemplation as he felt another whisper of unusual life brush against his Warding. It was strange to think of it as a 'whisper' but it felt right in a way that could not be explained even in his own mind.
He did not turn to face Dr. Weston, seated beside him as they drifted past the busy crowds at a sedate pace. He showed nothing in his expression, even if his heart beat faster and his palms grew slick.
He knew the essence of the creature - the abnormality he had felt just before the attack had given him enough time to react against a fatal blow - but the contact that was made was fleeting so it was impossible to be certain.
Even so, he was sure that it stalked them. It knew. Somehow, it knew what he was doing; and it toyed with him. Showing itself for an instant before fading away to mist - possibly literally.
It was a fine line that he walked, and it terrified him, even if he would not show it to anyone. Surely it had no idea what they had planned, but the feeling of it's arrogant malevolence felt like pin-pricks against his neck.
The feeling intensified along with the contact it made with his Nets of power. As they drew closer to their destination, it grew bolder.
By the time they arrived at the steel warehouse he could almost feel it's predatory eyes watching him, smiling in anticipation. It no longer hid and Michael felt the presence clearly. It moved slowly, as if it savoured the thrill of the hunt and the terror it knew must be in his heart.
Michael's eyes grew hard and cold. It sought to toy with him?
"Let's go inside. It is coming."
He would show it the meaning of fear.
Edited by Michael Vellas, Mar 13 2014, 08:53 AM.
"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."