12-20-2017, 04:56 PM
The liquid burned going down Malik's throat. Just a sip. He needed his full wits. Still, he savored the slow crawl as it made its way down, felt the warmth grow in the pit his stomach. One eye was covered with a swath of hair from his wig, the light ends brushing his cheek. The air felt warm, only cut through by sharp tendrils of the chill spring night when the door of the establishment opened. The hum of conversation or the clink of silverware created a background of white noise as he watched the reflection of the room from the bar mirror.
In a word, it was pure fleshy earthy sensation, his hands and mind and tongue caressing the reality of this night.
It was perfect in every sense of the word. Prey had presented itself. A would be predator was very much the lamb, tonight. The very delicious irony mixed lightly and he felt the butterflies in his stomach. Malik was free.
He watched, pretending to be distracted with his wallet as the man and the woman ate, watched carefully for signs of what the man had put in her drink. Would she become giddy and amorous, losing inhibition and restraint? One kind of prey would do that. But no, he saw no of sign of that, at least not from here. Her body language had not become more inviting.
Something else then. The excitement in the pit of his stomach grew. Another kind of prey. Far darker. He felt darkness swirl about him, could almost feel wings unfurling, demonic cobalt shapes that would burn the night if they could be seen.
He felt the Force call to him, begging him, pleading to be allowed to part of this. And he felt the hunger inside him. This would be night to remember. He wanted to feel it, wanted to taste it. He wanted his cloak, craved the majesty of power. Suddenly the disguise he wore felt weak and pathetic. It would not do.
Still watching- they were eating but it looked like things were wrapping up. Malik laid his bills on the bar and flowed out into the night. The cool air tugged at his ears and moved his hair- such an odd sensation, to feel the length of hair on his scalp, feel it move across his face. He headed around the corner and found an alley. It was just for a moment, but it was enough.
He seized the force, squeezed its neck and climbed onto the great lumbering beast, mastered it. The night lit up as his senses exploded. Everything snapped into focus as his ears were assaulted with a barrage of sound, his skin registering the sensation of every swirl and eddy of the air, every temperature gradient, the fibers of his clothing. A moment and then he mastered himself, inhaling the torrent of information pouring through him. It took seconds, and then he wove the Force into the pattern he sought. Darkness swirled around him, as if he were cloaked in shadow. He could imagine how he looked and smiled. A dark angel. He did not bother with glowing eyes. That would come later, when face to face. He pulled the wig off and stuffed it into his pockets. The illusion looked solid, but the chill air felt pure against his scalp.
He slipped back out and positioned himself in the distant shadows where he could see the entrance. There was an exit- and a possibility they might take that- but he wanted the chance, wanted the uncertainty, the thrill, to see if the universe would unfold itself before him to present him with her gift.
The man emerged, alone, and Malik frowned. Dark rage began to build. He miscalculated? A scream wanted to rip from him. NO! He wanted this hunt. he needed it. But the man's movements gave him pause. There was something very calculated about it. The man walked to another vantage point and also appeared to watch the door. Calm seemed to settle down around his shoulders. He was not wrong.
The door opened soon after and the woman came out. Whatever she had been given had begun its work. Her movements were hesitant and clumsy by turns. She began to walk even as she fumbled with her wallet and Malik nearly hissed as he saw thread of force flick out at it. His eyes narrowed even as his smile deepened. Another Ascendant was out and interested in hunting.
There was no solidarity. The man was preying on a woman, even resorting to drugs. Pathetic.
From a distance he watched as the man toyed with the woman as a cat with a mouse. Wallet destroyed, she was utterly helpless, ignored by passersby. He followed the man as he followed the woman. She clearly didn't know where she was going, back tracking down one road after going up another. Malik felt the disgust grow, even as did his anticipated pleasure. He let his mind wander as he tried to imagine all the things he might do.
And then, in a moment, the man pounced. Her startlement was hindered only by the drug that had taken over. He carefully guided her, now their direction specific and unerring.
It wasn't long before the man was in front of an abandoned stored, high chain link fence closing it off to outsiders. From a distance, the light of a thread of fire sliced the fence and then they made their way through. Another slash of fire and the fence was whole once more.
Malik waited for a while as they disappeared around the side of building. He studied it, windows boarded up and boards across some of the entrances. It was a fairly large building. The anticipation began to grow. He wanted to catch him in the act. And he wanted to understand him first. Explore.
Once he was certain he would not surprise the man, he followed their path. The fence was still warm even as his own slices opened and closed the way. Carefully, he followed their trail, watching carefully as he peeked around the corner. A large steel door stood a ways down. He looked around for any cameras- the butcher had had them- before he moved forward. The ground around the door was disturbed, as though it had opened. There was no handle and even if there were, it would do no use. The door had been welded shut. The back of his hand could feel the radiant heat from the metal.
He smiled more deeply as he took a breath and then channeled the force at the door. He wove solid threads of air to muffle the sound before he pulled the door open. The smell was musty. He could taste the tang of iron and of rot, thought they were not overpowering. He shut the door, not bothering to wield it shut, and then waited as his eyes adjusted to the dark.
In moments, he would begin to examine this man's lair.
Edited by Marcus DuBois, Dec 20 2017, 10:19 PM.
In a word, it was pure fleshy earthy sensation, his hands and mind and tongue caressing the reality of this night.
It was perfect in every sense of the word. Prey had presented itself. A would be predator was very much the lamb, tonight. The very delicious irony mixed lightly and he felt the butterflies in his stomach. Malik was free.
He watched, pretending to be distracted with his wallet as the man and the woman ate, watched carefully for signs of what the man had put in her drink. Would she become giddy and amorous, losing inhibition and restraint? One kind of prey would do that. But no, he saw no of sign of that, at least not from here. Her body language had not become more inviting.
Something else then. The excitement in the pit of his stomach grew. Another kind of prey. Far darker. He felt darkness swirl about him, could almost feel wings unfurling, demonic cobalt shapes that would burn the night if they could be seen.
He felt the Force call to him, begging him, pleading to be allowed to part of this. And he felt the hunger inside him. This would be night to remember. He wanted to feel it, wanted to taste it. He wanted his cloak, craved the majesty of power. Suddenly the disguise he wore felt weak and pathetic. It would not do.
Still watching- they were eating but it looked like things were wrapping up. Malik laid his bills on the bar and flowed out into the night. The cool air tugged at his ears and moved his hair- such an odd sensation, to feel the length of hair on his scalp, feel it move across his face. He headed around the corner and found an alley. It was just for a moment, but it was enough.
He seized the force, squeezed its neck and climbed onto the great lumbering beast, mastered it. The night lit up as his senses exploded. Everything snapped into focus as his ears were assaulted with a barrage of sound, his skin registering the sensation of every swirl and eddy of the air, every temperature gradient, the fibers of his clothing. A moment and then he mastered himself, inhaling the torrent of information pouring through him. It took seconds, and then he wove the Force into the pattern he sought. Darkness swirled around him, as if he were cloaked in shadow. He could imagine how he looked and smiled. A dark angel. He did not bother with glowing eyes. That would come later, when face to face. He pulled the wig off and stuffed it into his pockets. The illusion looked solid, but the chill air felt pure against his scalp.
He slipped back out and positioned himself in the distant shadows where he could see the entrance. There was an exit- and a possibility they might take that- but he wanted the chance, wanted the uncertainty, the thrill, to see if the universe would unfold itself before him to present him with her gift.
The man emerged, alone, and Malik frowned. Dark rage began to build. He miscalculated? A scream wanted to rip from him. NO! He wanted this hunt. he needed it. But the man's movements gave him pause. There was something very calculated about it. The man walked to another vantage point and also appeared to watch the door. Calm seemed to settle down around his shoulders. He was not wrong.
The door opened soon after and the woman came out. Whatever she had been given had begun its work. Her movements were hesitant and clumsy by turns. She began to walk even as she fumbled with her wallet and Malik nearly hissed as he saw thread of force flick out at it. His eyes narrowed even as his smile deepened. Another Ascendant was out and interested in hunting.
There was no solidarity. The man was preying on a woman, even resorting to drugs. Pathetic.
From a distance he watched as the man toyed with the woman as a cat with a mouse. Wallet destroyed, she was utterly helpless, ignored by passersby. He followed the man as he followed the woman. She clearly didn't know where she was going, back tracking down one road after going up another. Malik felt the disgust grow, even as did his anticipated pleasure. He let his mind wander as he tried to imagine all the things he might do.
And then, in a moment, the man pounced. Her startlement was hindered only by the drug that had taken over. He carefully guided her, now their direction specific and unerring.
It wasn't long before the man was in front of an abandoned stored, high chain link fence closing it off to outsiders. From a distance, the light of a thread of fire sliced the fence and then they made their way through. Another slash of fire and the fence was whole once more.
Malik waited for a while as they disappeared around the side of building. He studied it, windows boarded up and boards across some of the entrances. It was a fairly large building. The anticipation began to grow. He wanted to catch him in the act. And he wanted to understand him first. Explore.
Once he was certain he would not surprise the man, he followed their path. The fence was still warm even as his own slices opened and closed the way. Carefully, he followed their trail, watching carefully as he peeked around the corner. A large steel door stood a ways down. He looked around for any cameras- the butcher had had them- before he moved forward. The ground around the door was disturbed, as though it had opened. There was no handle and even if there were, it would do no use. The door had been welded shut. The back of his hand could feel the radiant heat from the metal.
He smiled more deeply as he took a breath and then channeled the force at the door. He wove solid threads of air to muffle the sound before he pulled the door open. The smell was musty. He could taste the tang of iron and of rot, thought they were not overpowering. He shut the door, not bothering to wield it shut, and then waited as his eyes adjusted to the dark.
In moments, he would begin to examine this man's lair.
Edited by Marcus DuBois, Dec 20 2017, 10:19 PM.