01-03-2018, 01:33 PM
The quiet was not disturbed by anything except the occasional breeze. His wig was back on, though he hadn't been able to check it to make sure it looked alright.
She wouldn't be able to make out details at this distance anyway. The street lights cast only shallow pools of illumination. He imagined he could feel her eyes on him.
If he passed her...then what? She had some ability. He knew that. Twice, she had found a killer. The second, she was connected to in some way. The first, though, had been more like a honing in ability.
Too many unknowns. Too many variables. If he passed her, what then? But what if she were using the force? Unlikely, as he already had surmised. What if she could sense him? He'd only had a cursory look through the registries, but already he had been surprised at some of the things people confessed to. Things that weren't necessarily Force related, and people wanted answers to. Dreams. Talking to animals. There was much more going on than anyone had imagined.
He could no longer see her. What to do, what to do. He could double back- and perhaps she'd know. Or he could continue on his way. But how would he know if she were following him?
There was a way. It wasn't perfect. And there was also the simple matter that he had no reason to expect her to follow him. But he could seize the Force so his senses were enhanced. So he could be better prepared.
But that was if she wanted to follow him. As far as she knew, he was a nobody.
If he wanted to bebait, though. It was only a theory. He could try it and if it didn't work, double back and follow her. Either way, it would tell him something.
He thought about the man at the store, the bodies in the fridge. he imagined the Butcher, the cruel and sadistic methods he used to break a person down and destroy him. He focused on all the ways- the casual cruelties- that people used to dominate or hurt the weak and the helpless. He focused completely, letting Malik come out. Letting his rage and hunger for retribution come to the surface.
Almost, he seized the Force. The desire to avoid the attention of other Force users was still there. But after a moment, he ignored it and did so anyway. If she were to come after him, he'd need to be able to sense her. And if not, he'd need to be able sneak about and find her. Ten minutes, he would give himself. And then a search for her. And if nothing came after that, he'd head home. He could pick up with Aria tomorrow. As the Consul Marcus DuBois. An ally.
She wouldn't be able to make out details at this distance anyway. The street lights cast only shallow pools of illumination. He imagined he could feel her eyes on him.
If he passed her...then what? She had some ability. He knew that. Twice, she had found a killer. The second, she was connected to in some way. The first, though, had been more like a honing in ability.
Too many unknowns. Too many variables. If he passed her, what then? But what if she were using the force? Unlikely, as he already had surmised. What if she could sense him? He'd only had a cursory look through the registries, but already he had been surprised at some of the things people confessed to. Things that weren't necessarily Force related, and people wanted answers to. Dreams. Talking to animals. There was much more going on than anyone had imagined.
He could no longer see her. What to do, what to do. He could double back- and perhaps she'd know. Or he could continue on his way. But how would he know if she were following him?
There was a way. It wasn't perfect. And there was also the simple matter that he had no reason to expect her to follow him. But he could seize the Force so his senses were enhanced. So he could be better prepared.
But that was if she wanted to follow him. As far as she knew, he was a nobody.
If he wanted to bebait, though. It was only a theory. He could try it and if it didn't work, double back and follow her. Either way, it would tell him something.
He thought about the man at the store, the bodies in the fridge. he imagined the Butcher, the cruel and sadistic methods he used to break a person down and destroy him. He focused on all the ways- the casual cruelties- that people used to dominate or hurt the weak and the helpless. He focused completely, letting Malik come out. Letting his rage and hunger for retribution come to the surface.
Almost, he seized the Force. The desire to avoid the attention of other Force users was still there. But after a moment, he ignored it and did so anyway. If she were to come after him, he'd need to be able to sense her. And if not, he'd need to be able sneak about and find her. Ten minutes, he would give himself. And then a search for her. And if nothing came after that, he'd head home. He could pick up with Aria tomorrow. As the Consul Marcus DuBois. An ally.