08-27-2014, 08:45 AM
Ayden looked up at his words as if to say something when he heard a loud popping sound. Then it was chaos. Ayden had jerked away from him. A boy was on the ground- where had he come from?- blood spattering the snow, his hoverboard aimlessly whining above the snow next to him. He looked at Ayden to see if she was ok and she nodded at him and then at the boy. Knowing she was ok, he scrambled to the kid.
He was only peripherally aware of the noise of others- Connor hadn't noticed that people had been scattered through the park- coming to see what happened. There was a big gaping hole in the side of the boy's head and blood and brain and skull fragments scattered out from him. He was dead. Connor felt rage burn in him. Another dead kid! His heart pounded. He wanted someone to pay for this. He stood up looking around, trying to see where the shot had come from when he saw Ayden hurrying toward a bush.
When he caught up to her a dark man lay against a rock squirming but able to do little more than that, arms were pinned to his side. The hatred and fear on his face were palpable. Connor looked down and saw the rifle and he looked back at the man glaring.
Ayden stood there cupping fire. Connor smiled tightly. Oh yeah, this guy had made a mistake alright. "He one of them?"
For a moment Connor didn't know what she was talking about. Then he remembered his warning to her yesterday about the Atharim and everything fell into place. The rage he'd felt moments ago doubled at the realization of what the man had been trying to do. They go after my family!! As if Hayden's death hadn't been enough, they try to kill Ayden? White rage blinded him as he went over to the man and punched him as hard as he could in the face. He felt his nose crumple and blood spewed all over the man's lip. His head flew back and hit the rock with a hard thud and the man went limp.
Connor grabbed his arm and slid the sleeve of the leather jacket up. Nothing! Checked the other arm. There it was. The oroboros tattoo was there. No question. This man was Atharim and had been trying to kill the woman he loved. Such cowards, hiding behind rocks. Killing innocent kids. He flashed back to that old man in the book shop. Fuck him! Sanctimonious hypocrite! Hiding behind the Bible to commit cold blooded murder. Judgmental asshole!
"Yeah. He is one of them Ayden, This is their mark."
A thought occurred to him. Perhaps they had been after him because of the information he'd gotten. It didn't matter. They would have killed Ayden anyway. Now more than ever, he wanted to hurt them.
For the first time, he was glad that Ayden had killed people before, because that's what he wanted to do. He looked at her. "He wanted me or he wanted you, but he was going to kill us both."
He looked down at the gun and made a decision. "He's not going to get back to his asshole friends and tell them what happened."
He bent to pick up the gun in his gloved hands. In the distance he heard the shouts and knew that the police would be there soon. He didn't have much time.
He was only peripherally aware of the noise of others- Connor hadn't noticed that people had been scattered through the park- coming to see what happened. There was a big gaping hole in the side of the boy's head and blood and brain and skull fragments scattered out from him. He was dead. Connor felt rage burn in him. Another dead kid! His heart pounded. He wanted someone to pay for this. He stood up looking around, trying to see where the shot had come from when he saw Ayden hurrying toward a bush.
When he caught up to her a dark man lay against a rock squirming but able to do little more than that, arms were pinned to his side. The hatred and fear on his face were palpable. Connor looked down and saw the rifle and he looked back at the man glaring.
Ayden stood there cupping fire. Connor smiled tightly. Oh yeah, this guy had made a mistake alright. "He one of them?"
For a moment Connor didn't know what she was talking about. Then he remembered his warning to her yesterday about the Atharim and everything fell into place. The rage he'd felt moments ago doubled at the realization of what the man had been trying to do. They go after my family!! As if Hayden's death hadn't been enough, they try to kill Ayden? White rage blinded him as he went over to the man and punched him as hard as he could in the face. He felt his nose crumple and blood spewed all over the man's lip. His head flew back and hit the rock with a hard thud and the man went limp.
Connor grabbed his arm and slid the sleeve of the leather jacket up. Nothing! Checked the other arm. There it was. The oroboros tattoo was there. No question. This man was Atharim and had been trying to kill the woman he loved. Such cowards, hiding behind rocks. Killing innocent kids. He flashed back to that old man in the book shop. Fuck him! Sanctimonious hypocrite! Hiding behind the Bible to commit cold blooded murder. Judgmental asshole!
"Yeah. He is one of them Ayden, This is their mark."
A thought occurred to him. Perhaps they had been after him because of the information he'd gotten. It didn't matter. They would have killed Ayden anyway. Now more than ever, he wanted to hurt them.
For the first time, he was glad that Ayden had killed people before, because that's what he wanted to do. He looked at her. "He wanted me or he wanted you, but he was going to kill us both."
He looked down at the gun and made a decision. "He's not going to get back to his asshole friends and tell them what happened."
He bent to pick up the gun in his gloved hands. In the distance he heard the shouts and knew that the police would be there soon. He didn't have much time.