11-11-2014, 10:24 AM
Malik followed from a distance. The woman was focused. She didn't use her wallet to chart her direction, but she was definitely headed somewhere specific now. She was always headed in the same general direction even as she took a side street that went another way for a bit. He furrowed his brow. What was going on? The direction she took led them further and further to the outskirts of the city. From time to time, he could hear barking in the distance, but other than that, it was quiet, very quiet. He pulled on the Force. Something was going on. Small lone women did not usually spend their evening somehow following a trail to somewhere.
He followed, his heart starting to pound. This was very very strange. He disliked things out of his control or understanding. But he refused to give into his irritation. He had the Force in his hands, he dominated it. He would see and understand this thing.
She got closer to a house that sat alone in the distance, a single light on to illuminate it. It was run down and falling apart, including the picket fence that surrounded it. The light that reflected off the slats showed they not white, but rather dark grey and black.
That was her destination and she pulled out her sword, walking closer to the fence. His curiosity was peaked and there was no way that he was going back. What was she doing here? She carried that sword as if she had used it before. She opened the gate quietly and stealthily moved closer onto the porch. He followed carefully, picking his way across the street. He stopped at a tree and watched her. A dog growled but then did nothing more than come up to her and sniff her hand. She looked through a window and then looked around.
Malik waited to see what she would do. She might be the prey he was after. But he had to be sure.
He followed, his heart starting to pound. This was very very strange. He disliked things out of his control or understanding. But he refused to give into his irritation. He had the Force in his hands, he dominated it. He would see and understand this thing.
She got closer to a house that sat alone in the distance, a single light on to illuminate it. It was run down and falling apart, including the picket fence that surrounded it. The light that reflected off the slats showed they not white, but rather dark grey and black.
That was her destination and she pulled out her sword, walking closer to the fence. His curiosity was peaked and there was no way that he was going back. What was she doing here? She carried that sword as if she had used it before. She opened the gate quietly and stealthily moved closer onto the porch. He followed carefully, picking his way across the street. He stopped at a tree and watched her. A dog growled but then did nothing more than come up to her and sniff her hand. She looked through a window and then looked around.
Malik waited to see what she would do. She might be the prey he was after. But he had to be sure.