01-25-2014, 03:22 AM
His arm dripped blood on the carpet and a dull ache forced him to confront the injury. He tried rolling up his long sleeve but gave up and ripped it off at the shoulder to properly view the damage done.
The bullet hadn't hit anything vital, but was lodged in just below the shoulder. A difficult position indeed.
He winced as Giovanni lost control once more and the assassin's body slumped against the wall, lifeless. He would have upbraided the man had he not been shaken by...whatever had come over him. Besides, he had probably just unleashed a torrent of bottled up fear and anger.
Tying the ripped sleeve around the wound to stop it bleeding, Michael turned on Giovanni who had retreated from the body. Far from being enraged or satisfied, the man would not meet his eye and shrunk away.
"Do you ever have visions, but they seem more real than that - almost like - you're remembering something that didn't happen to you."
The question was peculiar, and he thought a moment before answering. "No,"
he said in a flat voice. He had not forgotten his recent...experience. It was merely a different mystery to Giovanni's. Visions? Perhaps the man was mad. Perhaps whatever happened to him earlier would develop into a similar madness. Not a pleasant thought.
"Visions are the least of your worries,"
he continued, dismissing the subject for the moment. Perhaps Tony knew something about it. "You must learn to control yourself,"
that with a nod towards the burnt patch that had been struck by Giovanni's lightning. "Dispose of the bodies - I don't care how. Luckily the Atharim like to be secretive, I doubt there will be much investigation - but three dead bodies are a problem."
Fatigue and blood loss shortly pierced the rush of the power and he sat down, rubbing his temple with his uninjured hand. "Go. I need to be alone. You should be safe for the moment."
The bullet hadn't hit anything vital, but was lodged in just below the shoulder. A difficult position indeed.
He winced as Giovanni lost control once more and the assassin's body slumped against the wall, lifeless. He would have upbraided the man had he not been shaken by...whatever had come over him. Besides, he had probably just unleashed a torrent of bottled up fear and anger.
Tying the ripped sleeve around the wound to stop it bleeding, Michael turned on Giovanni who had retreated from the body. Far from being enraged or satisfied, the man would not meet his eye and shrunk away.
"Do you ever have visions, but they seem more real than that - almost like - you're remembering something that didn't happen to you."
The question was peculiar, and he thought a moment before answering. "No,"
he said in a flat voice. He had not forgotten his recent...experience. It was merely a different mystery to Giovanni's. Visions? Perhaps the man was mad. Perhaps whatever happened to him earlier would develop into a similar madness. Not a pleasant thought.
"Visions are the least of your worries,"
he continued, dismissing the subject for the moment. Perhaps Tony knew something about it. "You must learn to control yourself,"
that with a nod towards the burnt patch that had been struck by Giovanni's lightning. "Dispose of the bodies - I don't care how. Luckily the Atharim like to be secretive, I doubt there will be much investigation - but three dead bodies are a problem."
Fatigue and blood loss shortly pierced the rush of the power and he sat down, rubbing his temple with his uninjured hand. "Go. I need to be alone. You should be safe for the moment."
"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."