03-14-2014, 12:30 AM
The dark man turned to him.
"Well, uhm, I'm not too sure right now."
And then the man's eyes turned upward....
Connor dropped his bag with the rum in it....the shattering of glass was muffled, but the sweet scent drifted up. And Connor saw a mist...a cloud or fog...
It had eyes....
It has eyes. Connor tried to make sense of what he saw. It was some sort of apparition. A hallucination. It had to be.
The shape dissolved into the finest mist and reappeared next to the man. He dropped to the ground. Suddenly, the mist solidified again....and the man writhed on the ground, in pain.
What is this?!?! None of this made sense. His mind struggled to understand what he was seeing. He felt paralyzed with...
He didn't know what to do. The man was writhing in pain and he couldn't do anything. Suddenly, he felt a surge of anger in his stomach. He was sick of not knowing, sick of being helpless, sick of not being able to help. Not again...NOT AGAIN!.
He had to to do something. That irrational rage took over him. He had to do something...
something...I must do something...
The other man and girl stood with blades bare. Suddenly, Connor wanted a weapon...wanted to strike, to kill....
He growled in his throat. He stepped forward, toward the man, toward the mist.
Edited by Connor Kent, Mar 14 2014, 08:55 AM.
"Well, uhm, I'm not too sure right now."
And then the man's eyes turned upward....
Connor dropped his bag with the rum in it....the shattering of glass was muffled, but the sweet scent drifted up. And Connor saw a mist...a cloud or fog...
It had eyes....
It has eyes. Connor tried to make sense of what he saw. It was some sort of apparition. A hallucination. It had to be.
The shape dissolved into the finest mist and reappeared next to the man. He dropped to the ground. Suddenly, the mist solidified again....and the man writhed on the ground, in pain.
What is this?!?! None of this made sense. His mind struggled to understand what he was seeing. He felt paralyzed with...
He didn't know what to do. The man was writhing in pain and he couldn't do anything. Suddenly, he felt a surge of anger in his stomach. He was sick of not knowing, sick of being helpless, sick of not being able to help. Not again...NOT AGAIN!.
He had to to do something. That irrational rage took over him. He had to do something...
something...I must do something...
The other man and girl stood with blades bare. Suddenly, Connor wanted a weapon...wanted to strike, to kill....
He growled in his throat. He stepped forward, toward the man, toward the mist.
Edited by Connor Kent, Mar 14 2014, 08:55 AM.