03-18-2014, 05:35 PM
The sun was a distant, useless star hung low in a sky blanketed by the haze of pollution.
As soon as he stepped into the frigid winter air, Eli finished snapping the buckle at his throat. His sneer for the cold sun deepened as the breeze whisked powdery snow around his legs. His hair plumed around his face, and his jaw tensed. He tucked fingerless gloves deep in his pockets and tried to erase the memories of what his blackened eyes witnessed within the hospital that finally spat him back out on the streets. The creak of old wheelchairs moaned in his mind. The smell of vinegar and bleach burned his nostrils. Dark, damp; within the prison-like tunnels he'd left behind, Eli's contempt had been a black god of mercy in comparison.
Most of all, he wanted to forget the madman that occupied the last hour of his life. What tumbled within that greasy scalp was pure insanity. Chthonic tales spewed from his puckered old lips like venom. He spoke of underwater volcanoes spitting snakes the size of buses. He spoke of the earth shaking, and the coming of a man whose feet broke stone with every step.
Snow crunched under Elias' feet like abandoned bones. The route in and out of the visitor's ward clearly was not well-traveled enough to warrant regular snow shoveling; security was likewise surprised at his early morning request for entrance. As he came upon the final wall, he wrapped himself in power and smiled to himself while the cameras registered his face. Every absurdity had a grain of truth somewhere, and deep in the mind of one psychotic scientist locked in the Guardian until the end of his days, Elias found a grain of truth lost in a sea of delirium.
That modicum of authenticity was going to help him uncover the truth of his uncle's demise.
Iron bolts snapped open, and he was released once more into the world while the Guardian had never known he was the greatest danger that could have walked out of their asylum this day. He turned down the street headed for the metro station, already forming a plan in his mind.
Edited by Elias Donovan, Mar 18 2014, 05:42 PM.
As soon as he stepped into the frigid winter air, Eli finished snapping the buckle at his throat. His sneer for the cold sun deepened as the breeze whisked powdery snow around his legs. His hair plumed around his face, and his jaw tensed. He tucked fingerless gloves deep in his pockets and tried to erase the memories of what his blackened eyes witnessed within the hospital that finally spat him back out on the streets. The creak of old wheelchairs moaned in his mind. The smell of vinegar and bleach burned his nostrils. Dark, damp; within the prison-like tunnels he'd left behind, Eli's contempt had been a black god of mercy in comparison.
Most of all, he wanted to forget the madman that occupied the last hour of his life. What tumbled within that greasy scalp was pure insanity. Chthonic tales spewed from his puckered old lips like venom. He spoke of underwater volcanoes spitting snakes the size of buses. He spoke of the earth shaking, and the coming of a man whose feet broke stone with every step.
Snow crunched under Elias' feet like abandoned bones. The route in and out of the visitor's ward clearly was not well-traveled enough to warrant regular snow shoveling; security was likewise surprised at his early morning request for entrance. As he came upon the final wall, he wrapped himself in power and smiled to himself while the cameras registered his face. Every absurdity had a grain of truth somewhere, and deep in the mind of one psychotic scientist locked in the Guardian until the end of his days, Elias found a grain of truth lost in a sea of delirium.
That modicum of authenticity was going to help him uncover the truth of his uncle's demise.
Iron bolts snapped open, and he was released once more into the world while the Guardian had never known he was the greatest danger that could have walked out of their asylum this day. He turned down the street headed for the metro station, already forming a plan in his mind.
Edited by Elias Donovan, Mar 18 2014, 05:42 PM.