by Baku Genkaku » Sun Sep 23, 2007 12:29 am
The large, lanky, muscular man shakes you hard by your shirt, Matt, and yells, "Well, you should have made better choices than whatever made you come here tonight!" He tosses you away, landing you square on your back. He begins to loom toward you with his knife, fogged up from the humidity of the hot night and the wet sidewalk. Much like the claw of an animal, he carries it like a part of himself. He puts his hard-sole boot on your chest, putting enough pressure to almost break your ribs, but not quite. "Weep for the lost, child..."
He raises his knife in the air, ready to play with you like a dart board.
Ian, you progress down the alleyway, the steam from the sewage drains clouding your vision from time to time, releasing noises like that of hissing serphents. Voices come to you down the alleyway entrance, but are soon interupted, A young man, about your age, lands on the sidewalk on his back, not even two feet away from you. He gasps for air as the wind is knocked out of him, and a tall monster-like man can be seen through the alley's steam. The shape in the smoke steps on the man's chest, making the pinned one grunt in strangled pain from the pressure of its foot. "Weep for the lost, child..."
Anna, fuming over what was done to you injustly a couple of hours ago, you suddenly stop. You look around to see what street you are on, and come to a corner, telling you that you are at the corner of 'Cross Rd.' and 'Outter Cr.'. Your street you are on [cross rd.] ends perpendicular to 'Outter Cr.'. Voices soon reach you, distant, but still recognizable as voices. Across the street is a Man being thrown onto the ground by an obvious street thug, who is now looming over him. It looks like he's gonna kill him!
*flash*
An oblisk of a man stands before you, as the world itself seems to stop turning, and the air stops moving. The man behind the towering being with ebony wings, is frozen in time, with his knife ready to stike the younger one.
The Dark one who you feel to be kind, yet still a creature to be feared, stands before you in all his shadowed glory. His Black scythe bears script woven in gold, and whispers, radiating the joy of birth, and the sorrow of loss. His shadowed face shoes nothing except a strange runic script that wraps once around his head, crossing what you guess to be the bridge of his nose. You cannot read the runes, or pronounce them, but the meaning is clear. Death and destruction. Two words formed into a single word of beauty, promising great things to come.
The creature turns to the frozen scene of fear and tears to follow, and walks forward. He bends down to the pinned man and whispers in his deaf, but listening ear "Virtue's potential. Now is not for you to leave with me. Find your home. Tell of what you discover. Make your choices carefully."
The Winged creature lifts its gaze to another out of sight. You now can see him beyond the mist, supporting himself as the hermit does. "Let not your ambition blind you, for wants cannot please as what waits for you will. Do not be clouded by temptation, and be a sheild for the needy."
He begins to rise to his feet and then turns to you Anna. "Follow...Listen...Support...Be reason among the hopeless. Do not stray."
*flash*
The killer growls his words, Death now absent but likely to return,"Weep for the lost, child"