07-17-2014, 02:49 PM
Alex nearly laughed, he was a mess. He knew way more than he should. He looked guilty of something. He needed to relax.
They got a table and Alex had picked up a disgusting cafeteria coffee on the way. At least it was hot, maybe the taste would be worth that little comfort. "I'm not one of them. But you really need to relax. There is no threat here."
Alex wished she could sent him a calming feeling, anything to make him look less like a deer in headlights. But she could not, her father had always thought less of her because she could not. It made her stew in her own thoughts. She was the least in terms of power of the family, but she was also the only one who could dig as deep inside someone's emotions. There was power in that, power in the truth.
Alex smiled to take the edge off, but she doubt it would do any good. "They hunt what they deem to be monsters. Most truly are monsters, but not all. Sound familiar? They bear a mark on their left forearms - a snake eating it's own tail. It comes in many forms, some a circle, others choose the infinity symbol, and like the two I've met personally, a knot. Conspiracy theorist don't know that, they assume the circle, but from what my father tells me they abandoned the specific symbol to hide themselves among us. But the location is always the same. They hunt us like animals fit to be slaughtered. Disgusting practices if you ask me."
Alex remembered the phone call that brought news of her sister's death at their hands and the words were like spitting nails. She hated them, and to think she had blood ties to them now only made the fury rise even higher.
They got a table and Alex had picked up a disgusting cafeteria coffee on the way. At least it was hot, maybe the taste would be worth that little comfort. "I'm not one of them. But you really need to relax. There is no threat here."
Alex wished she could sent him a calming feeling, anything to make him look less like a deer in headlights. But she could not, her father had always thought less of her because she could not. It made her stew in her own thoughts. She was the least in terms of power of the family, but she was also the only one who could dig as deep inside someone's emotions. There was power in that, power in the truth.
Alex smiled to take the edge off, but she doubt it would do any good. "They hunt what they deem to be monsters. Most truly are monsters, but not all. Sound familiar? They bear a mark on their left forearms - a snake eating it's own tail. It comes in many forms, some a circle, others choose the infinity symbol, and like the two I've met personally, a knot. Conspiracy theorist don't know that, they assume the circle, but from what my father tells me they abandoned the specific symbol to hide themselves among us. But the location is always the same. They hunt us like animals fit to be slaughtered. Disgusting practices if you ask me."
Alex remembered the phone call that brought news of her sister's death at their hands and the words were like spitting nails. She hated them, and to think she had blood ties to them now only made the fury rise even higher.