09-18-2014, 07:40 PM
Jensen didn't hear the children speak. He couldn't but for the sound of his own blood pounding in his head.
Suddenly, he could breathe again. The weight lifted. The shadow of the larger man moved away. Jensen was shaking as he was lifted to his feet. As he was pulled up, he grappled at his powers like reaching for a shield to hide behind.
As soon as he was freed, Jensen stumbled backwards, placing himself between the intruder and the vulnerable family. He spread his arms wide, literally blocking them from the yellow eye'd man's path. Yellow eyes. Doulou.
The fleeing storm within seemed to have left the man deflated and Jensen in a state of shock.
Wary, Jensen remained with the family nestled behind him while the other man bundled the original intruder downstairs.
The heaving of breath had slowed by the time he turned around to face the family. "Call the police. Tell them as much or as little as you feel you should do. Neither of you are hurt?"
His voice was calmer than he expected it to be. The delivery was drawn from his days behind the pulpit.
They shook their heads no, but Jensen would not believe it until he sensed it for himself. Calmer now that they were alone, he wrenched the force of the Blessed Gift to his will and laid it gently as he could upon either dear soul. They had spoken true, neither were injured.
As Jensen turned to go, the child tugged him on his hand, stopping him. Those wide eyes pleaded. Her innocence glowed.
"What's your name? I want to pray to God for you to be blessed."
Jensen knelt. The child's eyes likely reflected back at herself in the helmet visor. Like the child was staring into the strange face of a deliverer Jensen could never claim to be.
He gently laid a hand on the child's shoulder. "I am merely God's messenger, and I am blessed beyond belief."
He smiled, but it was hidden behind the mask of his helmet, shielding his identity.
Finally, Jensen went downstairs and found the man who could speak to wolves. Doulou had explained it all the night Jensen and he met. The eyes gave it away and the force of his growl.
Although the intruder seemed secure, Jensen was not willing to assume so until he checked for himself. The man was coming-to about then, and Jensen welled with guilt for having stunned him unconscious to begin with. "You owe me nothing, it's okay. But we should go. Police will be here any minute."
A cold wind blew through the living room and Jensen gazed at the broken window. The drawl of his accent grew tired. "Until they do, perhaps we should watch the house to make sure nothing else decides to crawl inside."
But for his part, Jensen meant to leave by the back door.
Edited by Jensen James, Sep 18 2014, 07:41 PM.
Suddenly, he could breathe again. The weight lifted. The shadow of the larger man moved away. Jensen was shaking as he was lifted to his feet. As he was pulled up, he grappled at his powers like reaching for a shield to hide behind.
As soon as he was freed, Jensen stumbled backwards, placing himself between the intruder and the vulnerable family. He spread his arms wide, literally blocking them from the yellow eye'd man's path. Yellow eyes. Doulou.
The fleeing storm within seemed to have left the man deflated and Jensen in a state of shock.
Wary, Jensen remained with the family nestled behind him while the other man bundled the original intruder downstairs.
The heaving of breath had slowed by the time he turned around to face the family. "Call the police. Tell them as much or as little as you feel you should do. Neither of you are hurt?"
His voice was calmer than he expected it to be. The delivery was drawn from his days behind the pulpit.
They shook their heads no, but Jensen would not believe it until he sensed it for himself. Calmer now that they were alone, he wrenched the force of the Blessed Gift to his will and laid it gently as he could upon either dear soul. They had spoken true, neither were injured.
As Jensen turned to go, the child tugged him on his hand, stopping him. Those wide eyes pleaded. Her innocence glowed.
"What's your name? I want to pray to God for you to be blessed."
Jensen knelt. The child's eyes likely reflected back at herself in the helmet visor. Like the child was staring into the strange face of a deliverer Jensen could never claim to be.
He gently laid a hand on the child's shoulder. "I am merely God's messenger, and I am blessed beyond belief."
He smiled, but it was hidden behind the mask of his helmet, shielding his identity.
Finally, Jensen went downstairs and found the man who could speak to wolves. Doulou had explained it all the night Jensen and he met. The eyes gave it away and the force of his growl.
Although the intruder seemed secure, Jensen was not willing to assume so until he checked for himself. The man was coming-to about then, and Jensen welled with guilt for having stunned him unconscious to begin with. "You owe me nothing, it's okay. But we should go. Police will be here any minute."
A cold wind blew through the living room and Jensen gazed at the broken window. The drawl of his accent grew tired. "Until they do, perhaps we should watch the house to make sure nothing else decides to crawl inside."
But for his part, Jensen meant to leave by the back door.
Edited by Jensen James, Sep 18 2014, 07:41 PM.