11-12-2014, 10:06 AM
He watched her walk down the porch steps- that dog followed at her heals- and around the side of the house. After a minute or two, Malik took his chance. He walked to the fence and went inside. She was looking for a way to get in. He walked up onto the porch- grateful for his dark hoody and skin- and carefully looked inside. There, he saw a man in the kitchen with headphones on, putting a plate on his table. The man, maybe in his late 30's, greasy thinning red hair set in a bad comb-over, and was big in the shoulders and arms. He had a gut on him too. Malik didn't like the look of him but that meant nothing. This guy could be just some random guy. If the girl was his prey, then this poor schlub was an innocent. The man looked at something in his hand and then got up and left the table. Malik watched for a while, waiting for the man to return.
It did strike him as odd, though, that she should go from a crime scene to this out of the way place. If she was some sort of killer, why choose a victim so far away? Why the visit to the crime scene at all? Could she be an accomplice of his? If so, why the sneaking? Why pull out the sword? None of this made sense to him. He needed to see where the girl went.
He carefully left the porch and followed around to the side of the house. Carefully peeking around the back corner, some very nasty weaves prepared just in case, he saw....
....nothing. Just a storm cellar entrance in the ground. He looked around. The back of the lot appeared to be cleared fairly regularly and there weren't any places to hide. He looked up the side of the house and saw nothing. The lights in the window were off. Where had she gone?
He carefully moved to the door and was surprised. It looked like the wood had been chopped open with an axe. He wondered if that was old or new. He looked at the door, closed, and then the packed snow surrounding it. There were chips of wood against the white of the snow. This was fresh. So she'd gone in down here after breaking through the door. He stood there for a moment, debating. Warn the man out front or follow after her?
He still didn't know what was going on or their relationship. He needed more information. Using a weave of air, he dampened the sound around the hinges while another weave of air pulled the door open.
He looked into the darkness, waiting- he always loved the hunt, the knowledge that the person was soon going to realize how very badly they had fucked up, that a god was coming- and then stepped in, listening with his Force enhanced senses....
It did strike him as odd, though, that she should go from a crime scene to this out of the way place. If she was some sort of killer, why choose a victim so far away? Why the visit to the crime scene at all? Could she be an accomplice of his? If so, why the sneaking? Why pull out the sword? None of this made sense to him. He needed to see where the girl went.
He carefully left the porch and followed around to the side of the house. Carefully peeking around the back corner, some very nasty weaves prepared just in case, he saw....
....nothing. Just a storm cellar entrance in the ground. He looked around. The back of the lot appeared to be cleared fairly regularly and there weren't any places to hide. He looked up the side of the house and saw nothing. The lights in the window were off. Where had she gone?
He carefully moved to the door and was surprised. It looked like the wood had been chopped open with an axe. He wondered if that was old or new. He looked at the door, closed, and then the packed snow surrounding it. There were chips of wood against the white of the snow. This was fresh. So she'd gone in down here after breaking through the door. He stood there for a moment, debating. Warn the man out front or follow after her?
He still didn't know what was going on or their relationship. He needed more information. Using a weave of air, he dampened the sound around the hinges while another weave of air pulled the door open.
He looked into the darkness, waiting- he always loved the hunt, the knowledge that the person was soon going to realize how very badly they had fucked up, that a god was coming- and then stepped in, listening with his Force enhanced senses....