06-09-2015, 01:03 PM
Lucas felt his shoulder connect with a solid satisfying thud in the old man's center. He'd hoped the man would fall back throwing his arms wide, dropping the gun. Maybe crack his head on the wood floors too.
Things seemed to be working out. The gun spun out of the way and the man was falling. But his hands latched onto Lucas' shirt grabbing. Suddenly Lucas felt panic and tried to pull away and free himself. He knew what a touch meant. The man's spidery leathery fingers gripped for dear life, slowing his fall so that though he hit his head, it didn't even daze him.
Lucas pulled back, hearing the sound of his shirt tearing. He struck the man hard in the face and say the satisfying bounce as his head hit the ground. But the grip only lessened slightly. He had to get away, get to the gun!
*****
Things swam out of control. Giordano was only half aware of which way the gun went flying when he dropped it. But the kid knew what he was, his girlfriend enlightening him perhaps, he tried to get away. A knock to the face and Giordano could feel his teeth clench down on his tongue, blood welling into his mouth.
Pain radiated in the back of his head where it smacked the ground. Giordano changed tactics, he pushed pain and fear through his hands, pushing past the fabric, it was harder but he wouldn't have hold of the kid long, he was stronger than the whelp of a daughter, if not so talented in martial fields. Neither of which Giordano was.
Giordano ground one hand into the shirt and moved his hand towards the back of the boy's neck, if he could get purchase...
****
Lucas felt panic well up inside him. God, what was he doing? It was like wrestling with a snake! It was like holding on to the ears of a vicious snarling dog. He had no way out, no way to get free without being bit. Panic grew and grew and he it was all he could do to pull back.
He felt the man's hand leave his shirt for just a moment and the surge of panic lessened for an instant. Suddenly his eyes went wide with understanding and Lucas knew he was truly in trouble. Like a crazy person he struggled and pulled back, feeling his shirt rip and somehow was able to get free, just enough to jerk around in the direction he thought he saw the gun go.
He could almost feel the man behind him and he threw himself to the floor, feeling the cold metal in his left hand. Instantly he rolled over, raising the fun, feeling for the trigger. He felt the gun jerk in his hand, hoped that it hit....
****
The boy escaped his grip. Giordano couldn't catch a scrap of cloth, he needed to touch him. He'd gone for the gun and he'd found it with almost as much ease as Giordano dropped it in the first place.
There was a flash, and then pain. He barely registered the new sensation, he was feeling nothing but the need to inflict the pain on this boy, and the pain, it only made it stronger. Made him stronger. The boy was afraid and Gioradno pulled on it. Pulled the fear to him - feed the desire and pushed through the pain. He reached out and grabbed for the boy...
****
The shot hit but all it seemed to do was make him angrier even as red blossomed on him. His hands shot forward and got ahold of Lucas' arm....
And suddenly he was a little boy, hiding under the bed, the crash of thunder overhead filling him with terror. He cried and whimpered but no one came to him, not his mother or his father. He lay there shivering and crying and praying and waiting for it to stop, for the world to stop ending.
Lucas suddenly was aware that he was laying on the floor with his eyes squeezed shut, tears leaking down both sides of his faze, his heart racing with terror. He tried to get control of himself, tried to pray, to think about something, to hold on to anything, an anchor. He opened his eyes and saw the face of the devil.
****
Giordano had won. He'd cowed the boy and now he had him lying on the ground crying. He fed the boy fear and pain and smiled down at him, "Do you want to do this the easy way now?"
****
Lucas tried to think but nothing was coherent. He couldn't make his brain work. He heard the words but didn't know how to answer. He tried to breath, tried to relax. A memory forced itself up into his mind- Aria, her long dark hair fanned out on her pillow, looking up at him with love and joy. He couldn't help the smile that came to his lips. As well as a desire to protect her. He wouldn't let this man at her.
He spit in the man's face.
****
"I guess not." Giordano didn't give him the satisfaction of being disgusted by the fact. He pulled the gun from the man's hands as he fed him nothing but pain. It didn't matter what it was, just pain. It was something he'd been dying to do for months now, the little girl who'd come into the world because of the treacherous vile Atharim Furia who'd come hunting him. He wanted to hurt her, but this one, he'd do for now.
Giordano had every intention of taking him elsewhere, but here would do just fine, there had to be a back room. Giordano weilded the butt of the gun against Lucas' head and watched as the determined expressing fell flat.
****
Lucas felt the fear and terror pour in, seeming to tear at the image of Aria in his mind. He could see her being taken, being chained and beaten, could see her crying. Now she was a little girl, her little notebook on the ground, the childish images he'd seen so long ago freshly inked. Only they hadn't been monsters. They were of houses and smiling suns and happy flowers. And the little girl was crying for her mommy and the tears were coming and Lucas knew it was Aria who hung in the middle of the darkness, bound and hung from a chain, and he struggled and fought and tried to get to her before the thing moving about in the darkness got to her. But he couldn't move. He could only watch. He screamed and shook as he tried to free himself.
Finally, mercifully, he felt something strike him, and everything went black.
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Things seemed to be working out. The gun spun out of the way and the man was falling. But his hands latched onto Lucas' shirt grabbing. Suddenly Lucas felt panic and tried to pull away and free himself. He knew what a touch meant. The man's spidery leathery fingers gripped for dear life, slowing his fall so that though he hit his head, it didn't even daze him.
Lucas pulled back, hearing the sound of his shirt tearing. He struck the man hard in the face and say the satisfying bounce as his head hit the ground. But the grip only lessened slightly. He had to get away, get to the gun!
*****
Things swam out of control. Giordano was only half aware of which way the gun went flying when he dropped it. But the kid knew what he was, his girlfriend enlightening him perhaps, he tried to get away. A knock to the face and Giordano could feel his teeth clench down on his tongue, blood welling into his mouth.
Pain radiated in the back of his head where it smacked the ground. Giordano changed tactics, he pushed pain and fear through his hands, pushing past the fabric, it was harder but he wouldn't have hold of the kid long, he was stronger than the whelp of a daughter, if not so talented in martial fields. Neither of which Giordano was.
Giordano ground one hand into the shirt and moved his hand towards the back of the boy's neck, if he could get purchase...
****
Lucas felt panic well up inside him. God, what was he doing? It was like wrestling with a snake! It was like holding on to the ears of a vicious snarling dog. He had no way out, no way to get free without being bit. Panic grew and grew and he it was all he could do to pull back.
He felt the man's hand leave his shirt for just a moment and the surge of panic lessened for an instant. Suddenly his eyes went wide with understanding and Lucas knew he was truly in trouble. Like a crazy person he struggled and pulled back, feeling his shirt rip and somehow was able to get free, just enough to jerk around in the direction he thought he saw the gun go.
He could almost feel the man behind him and he threw himself to the floor, feeling the cold metal in his left hand. Instantly he rolled over, raising the fun, feeling for the trigger. He felt the gun jerk in his hand, hoped that it hit....
****
The boy escaped his grip. Giordano couldn't catch a scrap of cloth, he needed to touch him. He'd gone for the gun and he'd found it with almost as much ease as Giordano dropped it in the first place.
There was a flash, and then pain. He barely registered the new sensation, he was feeling nothing but the need to inflict the pain on this boy, and the pain, it only made it stronger. Made him stronger. The boy was afraid and Gioradno pulled on it. Pulled the fear to him - feed the desire and pushed through the pain. He reached out and grabbed for the boy...
****
The shot hit but all it seemed to do was make him angrier even as red blossomed on him. His hands shot forward and got ahold of Lucas' arm....
And suddenly he was a little boy, hiding under the bed, the crash of thunder overhead filling him with terror. He cried and whimpered but no one came to him, not his mother or his father. He lay there shivering and crying and praying and waiting for it to stop, for the world to stop ending.
Lucas suddenly was aware that he was laying on the floor with his eyes squeezed shut, tears leaking down both sides of his faze, his heart racing with terror. He tried to get control of himself, tried to pray, to think about something, to hold on to anything, an anchor. He opened his eyes and saw the face of the devil.
****
Giordano had won. He'd cowed the boy and now he had him lying on the ground crying. He fed the boy fear and pain and smiled down at him, "Do you want to do this the easy way now?"
****
Lucas tried to think but nothing was coherent. He couldn't make his brain work. He heard the words but didn't know how to answer. He tried to breath, tried to relax. A memory forced itself up into his mind- Aria, her long dark hair fanned out on her pillow, looking up at him with love and joy. He couldn't help the smile that came to his lips. As well as a desire to protect her. He wouldn't let this man at her.
He spit in the man's face.
****
"I guess not." Giordano didn't give him the satisfaction of being disgusted by the fact. He pulled the gun from the man's hands as he fed him nothing but pain. It didn't matter what it was, just pain. It was something he'd been dying to do for months now, the little girl who'd come into the world because of the treacherous vile Atharim Furia who'd come hunting him. He wanted to hurt her, but this one, he'd do for now.
Giordano had every intention of taking him elsewhere, but here would do just fine, there had to be a back room. Giordano weilded the butt of the gun against Lucas' head and watched as the determined expressing fell flat.
****
Lucas felt the fear and terror pour in, seeming to tear at the image of Aria in his mind. He could see her being taken, being chained and beaten, could see her crying. Now she was a little girl, her little notebook on the ground, the childish images he'd seen so long ago freshly inked. Only they hadn't been monsters. They were of houses and smiling suns and happy flowers. And the little girl was crying for her mommy and the tears were coming and Lucas knew it was Aria who hung in the middle of the darkness, bound and hung from a chain, and he struggled and fought and tried to get to her before the thing moving about in the darkness got to her. But he couldn't move. He could only watch. He screamed and shook as he tried to free himself.
Finally, mercifully, he felt something strike him, and everything went black.
[[with Alex]]