02-18-2014, 11:39 PM
Michael held the power, ready to spin the web of death. It would take only a second to stop a beating heart. It would be put down to an abnormal heart attack. Strange, but not suspicious.
He held the power and listened with a distant expression. Rage held no sway on his heart, nor fear or hatred. He had faced an enemy that could match him, probably exceed his capabilities with the ease of natural instinct, as if it learned to kill before it learned to walk.
He held the power as she sat down and wheeled herself closer, searching him for any expression.
He held it; and did nothing.
He could not bring himself to kill her. She had saved his life twice over. He would not stoop so low as to destroy her for secrecy. He would not become the monster the Atharim saw in him.
Although he retained the power, his expression relaxed and he nodded. There was no point in evasion. If she did not die now, she might as well know the rest. "Do you know what that means?"
he asked, the subject not lost on him. "the 'Sickness' is the prelude,"
he continued, answering his own question.
"That creature...it wanted me. This is not the first time I have been hunted."
he said, venom and scorn dripping from his voice at the last word. "That fire was the only thing keeping it at bay, and it took all I had to maintain it."
He shook his head, tired of the constant secrecy that was forced upon him. "I can do many things, but I don't think I could survive a second encounter, not without revealing myself to the entire city. Both could spark the likely war."
He held the doctor's eyes with his own like the Gorgon's head itself. "I need someone I can trust, someone who knows. You saved my life, will you help me save a city?"
Of course, he did not add that war was likely already inevitable, but that was out of his control. He would deal with that when it occurred.
It would have to do.
Edited by Michael Vellas, Feb 19 2014, 10:03 PM.
He held the power and listened with a distant expression. Rage held no sway on his heart, nor fear or hatred. He had faced an enemy that could match him, probably exceed his capabilities with the ease of natural instinct, as if it learned to kill before it learned to walk.
He held the power as she sat down and wheeled herself closer, searching him for any expression.
He held it; and did nothing.
He could not bring himself to kill her. She had saved his life twice over. He would not stoop so low as to destroy her for secrecy. He would not become the monster the Atharim saw in him.
Although he retained the power, his expression relaxed and he nodded. There was no point in evasion. If she did not die now, she might as well know the rest. "Do you know what that means?"
he asked, the subject not lost on him. "the 'Sickness' is the prelude,"
he continued, answering his own question.
"That creature...it wanted me. This is not the first time I have been hunted."
he said, venom and scorn dripping from his voice at the last word. "That fire was the only thing keeping it at bay, and it took all I had to maintain it."
He shook his head, tired of the constant secrecy that was forced upon him. "I can do many things, but I don't think I could survive a second encounter, not without revealing myself to the entire city. Both could spark the likely war."
He held the doctor's eyes with his own like the Gorgon's head itself. "I need someone I can trust, someone who knows. You saved my life, will you help me save a city?"
Of course, he did not add that war was likely already inevitable, but that was out of his control. He would deal with that when it occurred.
It would have to do.
Edited by Michael Vellas, Feb 19 2014, 10:03 PM.
"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."