03-28-2020, 12:35 PM
It wan'st his fault. Well not exactly. Why had he looked at him? He hadn't drawn his attention. And the girl. She'd have a kill order out before the night was out. Still a young one - still easy pray, unlike the boy who had trapped him in the ground.
"I never asked for your help." He growled. And he knew that it was his fault that things went awry. He'd been played by Kali first, but the boy hadn't tried to kill him. When the archangels went after him he never had attacked them either. He was defending himself. He was a traitor to the Atharim, but he above himself had saved more lives than he had. But his feet were still trapped and they were long gone, even the drone had lost them to the underground. The bullet still hung in mid air trapped in nothing.
The crowd around him and scrambled the moment the gun had gone off. Sirens were in the air. And even that the only sound in the air Jer heard the soft tinkle of the bullet falling to the ground. Whatever held it in place gone. Jer watched it dance on the ground until it stopped. It never even exploded on impact, just stopped dead in the air.
Jer tugged at his feet. The sirens drew near. He tugged until the brittle earth fell away and he stumbled to the ground on his knees. Whatever the boy had done was crumbling now. Gone... what had he done.
With bruised knees and more of his ego bruised he hurried to pick up the fallen bullet and rushed to follow after the boy. He couldn't let him lose - he was a danger. He was Atharim and he knew the way of things, and now he knew he was hunted once again. Time was short.
"I never asked for your help." He growled. And he knew that it was his fault that things went awry. He'd been played by Kali first, but the boy hadn't tried to kill him. When the archangels went after him he never had attacked them either. He was defending himself. He was a traitor to the Atharim, but he above himself had saved more lives than he had. But his feet were still trapped and they were long gone, even the drone had lost them to the underground. The bullet still hung in mid air trapped in nothing.
The crowd around him and scrambled the moment the gun had gone off. Sirens were in the air. And even that the only sound in the air Jer heard the soft tinkle of the bullet falling to the ground. Whatever held it in place gone. Jer watched it dance on the ground until it stopped. It never even exploded on impact, just stopped dead in the air.
Jer tugged at his feet. The sirens drew near. He tugged until the brittle earth fell away and he stumbled to the ground on his knees. Whatever the boy had done was crumbling now. Gone... what had he done.
With bruised knees and more of his ego bruised he hurried to pick up the fallen bullet and rushed to follow after the boy. He couldn't let him lose - he was a danger. He was Atharim and he knew the way of things, and now he knew he was hunted once again. Time was short.