06-09-2014, 08:17 AM
The convoy halted for a brief moment and Michael followed Dr. Weston, ushered through the sounds of gunfire to a second, more spacious truck.
The intent was evident long before the first of the injured reached them. To their credit the brothers did not bring screams, only the red ooze of fresh blood and the scent of decay and death.
He watched as Dr. Weston worked her own type of magic. Her treatment was swift, decisive and more than impressive. The way she commanded the Legionnaire medics rivalled any of the hardest taskmasters. She could have made a fine Captain under his command. An idle thought. He doubted her passion would be ignited in the pursuit of death.
Bitter thoughts attempted to seize his mind and tangle his emotion. They were quashed as mercilessly as those of relief or joy.
It was almost in absent distraction that he spun a protective net of Air around the opening of the truck. His reluctance to use his abilities rung hollow when death surrounded him.
The hollow of his mind deepened as the Legionnaires continued the dangerous march. It widened at the sight of helpless tourists rounded up like sheep in fear of the wolf were shepherded by their saviours at the Mall.
By the quickened pace and intensity of orders barked, he figured that time was against them.
As it was, that time passed with unnerving speed. Each Legionnaire that fell, each dog-tag gathered served as a bridge of suffering to penetrate the hollowness.
As he watched with sharpened eyes the sacrifice of three Legionnaires, the explosive fire of destroyed highway twinkled in his almost unblinking stare.
The intent was evident long before the first of the injured reached them. To their credit the brothers did not bring screams, only the red ooze of fresh blood and the scent of decay and death.
He watched as Dr. Weston worked her own type of magic. Her treatment was swift, decisive and more than impressive. The way she commanded the Legionnaire medics rivalled any of the hardest taskmasters. She could have made a fine Captain under his command. An idle thought. He doubted her passion would be ignited in the pursuit of death.
Bitter thoughts attempted to seize his mind and tangle his emotion. They were quashed as mercilessly as those of relief or joy.
It was almost in absent distraction that he spun a protective net of Air around the opening of the truck. His reluctance to use his abilities rung hollow when death surrounded him.
The hollow of his mind deepened as the Legionnaires continued the dangerous march. It widened at the sight of helpless tourists rounded up like sheep in fear of the wolf were shepherded by their saviours at the Mall.
By the quickened pace and intensity of orders barked, he figured that time was against them.
As it was, that time passed with unnerving speed. Each Legionnaire that fell, each dog-tag gathered served as a bridge of suffering to penetrate the hollowness.
As he watched with sharpened eyes the sacrifice of three Legionnaires, the explosive fire of destroyed highway twinkled in his almost unblinking stare.
"She saw a flaring halo around his head, radiant in gold and blue. It shouted of glory and power to come"
"No matter how fast light travels, it finds the darkness has always got there first, and is waiting for it."