09-16-2014, 09:29 AM
He smiled at the offer to speak to her fiance. With his power magnified senses, her sardonic smile at the mention of 'not doing the talking' told a hilarious story. He laughed. She sure was a spitfire, this girl. You know, Sasha definitely had his number, but this girl right here...his eye took her in. Yeah, she'd be fun. Idly he wondered at her fiance or whatever. Probably some doofus accountant or something. But who knew? Maybe she might like a little walk on the wild side? Maybe one last fling before the getting locked up? If so, cool? If not, oh well. No skin off his back There was still Sasha too. Now Sasha and Ayden.... Now that would be something. Probably a dream. But sometimes dreams came true. Sometimes. His smile became something more.
As if a summons thinking of her, Sasha came in through the door. His smile at her appearance fell as he saw the shadow behind her. Boris. He'd thought the guy was out for the count. He must be getting soft in his old age. Now he was pissed. This guy just didn't know when to quit. And Sasha? She was his. His anger began to grow and he drew on the power until he was filled to the brim. The universe was his, His contempt for Boris grew with each heartbeat. This fucker thought to take him out? Threatened someone under his protection?
He laughed inside and it felt like thunder in his ears. However he was very much aware of the crowd. If there were others like them, he didn't want to broadcast what he could do. "Please let her go Boris. Please. She's innocent."
As he spoke threads of air crept their way to Boris chest, wrapped themselves around his heart. It was as if it was in his hands. He could feel the rapid pulsing of it. He stepped forward. "You feel that?"
he whispered so only he could hear, looking Boris in the eye. He gave a little squeeze as if to punctuate his question. "Did you think your guns heating up was an accident?"
The fear in the man's eyes was hilarious. He totally forgot he had a gun in his hand, his eyes were locked on Bas'. Bas stifled the urge to laugh again, instead looking around. Louder he said. "Careful man! Please be careful with that."
He put his hand on Sasha's shoulder and looked into her terrified face. "It'll be ok. I promise. Boris is just having a stressful day. Right Boris? But it's not good for you man. You're gonna hurt someone. You don't wanna do that. Right?"
He made his voice calmer, reasonable. As he did, he squeezed on the man's heart. The man staggered and he stepped forward, pushing Sasha to safety, one hand taking hold of his gun hand. "See? It's ok man. Here. Let me have it."
Another squeeze and the man's hand released. He took the gun and threw it on a table behind him. Inside he felt like laughing. God, this was funny.
Boris put his hand to his chest, looking down with pain and puzzlement and then back up at Bas. It really was hard not to laugh. He squeezed harder and the man's legs buckled. Bas was ready, catching him. "Here now!"
and he gently laid him on the floor. Kneeling over him as if concerned, he took his hand. "Boris! Hang on."
Turning to the onlooking crowd. "Can someone call for an ambulance?!"
Looking back at Boris. "Hang on Boris. Help is coming."
And this time, he squeezed so that the heart was unable to beat. It felt like a fish he'd just caught, wriggling in his hands, trying to get away. But he held it.
Finally the man died. He let the thread go, though he still held on to the power. He shook his head. Inside though, he was amused and vindicated. I told you to take off. I told you what would happen. But no. You wanted to be the big shot, eh buddy? Well, how's that working for you? He leaned forward, pretending to listen for a heartbeat.
"He's gone."
He got to his feet and let the shakiness of the adrenaline show- people would think it shock. He said little until he caught Ayden's eye, and winked at her.
As if a summons thinking of her, Sasha came in through the door. His smile at her appearance fell as he saw the shadow behind her. Boris. He'd thought the guy was out for the count. He must be getting soft in his old age. Now he was pissed. This guy just didn't know when to quit. And Sasha? She was his. His anger began to grow and he drew on the power until he was filled to the brim. The universe was his, His contempt for Boris grew with each heartbeat. This fucker thought to take him out? Threatened someone under his protection?
He laughed inside and it felt like thunder in his ears. However he was very much aware of the crowd. If there were others like them, he didn't want to broadcast what he could do. "Please let her go Boris. Please. She's innocent."
As he spoke threads of air crept their way to Boris chest, wrapped themselves around his heart. It was as if it was in his hands. He could feel the rapid pulsing of it. He stepped forward. "You feel that?"
he whispered so only he could hear, looking Boris in the eye. He gave a little squeeze as if to punctuate his question. "Did you think your guns heating up was an accident?"
The fear in the man's eyes was hilarious. He totally forgot he had a gun in his hand, his eyes were locked on Bas'. Bas stifled the urge to laugh again, instead looking around. Louder he said. "Careful man! Please be careful with that."
He put his hand on Sasha's shoulder and looked into her terrified face. "It'll be ok. I promise. Boris is just having a stressful day. Right Boris? But it's not good for you man. You're gonna hurt someone. You don't wanna do that. Right?"
He made his voice calmer, reasonable. As he did, he squeezed on the man's heart. The man staggered and he stepped forward, pushing Sasha to safety, one hand taking hold of his gun hand. "See? It's ok man. Here. Let me have it."
Another squeeze and the man's hand released. He took the gun and threw it on a table behind him. Inside he felt like laughing. God, this was funny.
Boris put his hand to his chest, looking down with pain and puzzlement and then back up at Bas. It really was hard not to laugh. He squeezed harder and the man's legs buckled. Bas was ready, catching him. "Here now!"
and he gently laid him on the floor. Kneeling over him as if concerned, he took his hand. "Boris! Hang on."
Turning to the onlooking crowd. "Can someone call for an ambulance?!"
Looking back at Boris. "Hang on Boris. Help is coming."
And this time, he squeezed so that the heart was unable to beat. It felt like a fish he'd just caught, wriggling in his hands, trying to get away. But he held it.
Finally the man died. He let the thread go, though he still held on to the power. He shook his head. Inside though, he was amused and vindicated. I told you to take off. I told you what would happen. But no. You wanted to be the big shot, eh buddy? Well, how's that working for you? He leaned forward, pretending to listen for a heartbeat.
"He's gone."
He got to his feet and let the shakiness of the adrenaline show- people would think it shock. He said little until he caught Ayden's eye, and winked at her.