05-22-2020, 09:43 PM
Malik was a flame, roiling, black smoke billowing out, red and angry. He made to raise a hand, a lance of fire ready to extend from his fingertips and burn the hall of mirrors to the ground, the glass cracking and shattering and melting, a pool of melted glass. He knew the agony such could be, the unending burning, the inability to escape.
But her words stopped him. " “I came because you are familiar. You are Two, like me. Why do you hide your Other face from me?" Another? Like him?
The flame winked out and suddenly, he was in the hall, standing in front of her, separated by glass. His eyes, glowing red, studied the woman who seemed not to care the apparent fate before her. Long curly unbound hair, dark eyes, posture relaxed. His voice was low but firm. "How are you other?" Was she bound in the other world? If he killed Marcus, would he be free?
But her words stopped him. " “I came because you are familiar. You are Two, like me. Why do you hide your Other face from me?" Another? Like him?
The flame winked out and suddenly, he was in the hall, standing in front of her, separated by glass. His eyes, glowing red, studied the woman who seemed not to care the apparent fate before her. Long curly unbound hair, dark eyes, posture relaxed. His voice was low but firm. "How are you other?" Was she bound in the other world? If he killed Marcus, would he be free?