01-03-2015, 07:40 PM
Michael had expected remonstrations from Dr. Weston but he had not expected them to come so fast. When she stormed in, he was torn between admiration and rage.
The fear in her eyes was plain. She expected...something. Pain? Death? Not many souls would face such fear for the sake of others. A loved one, yes, but patients? Yes, he had been right to give her control of the operation.
Rage battled to overcome the admiration. She expected violence from him? Of course, he had shown himself to be the Atharim's monster, what else to expect? Kill the man on a whim? He hadn't even touched the ascendant power himself!
Flickers of both crossed his eyes but he otherwise remained ice. Damned doctors, they knew nothing of what it meant to be 'Ascendant' or how dangerous it really was. One wrong move and one of the little 'Ascendant' pups could kill all of them!
As much as he burned to make her understand, he remained silent on the matter. Unfortunately, the issue could not be totally ignored. But how?
His mind ticked over, searching for an answer. 'Always do what the enemy least expects'. This was no 'enemy' yet...
Michael nodded. "You are correct."
He turned to his charges, who looked confused and shocked. "Are you surprised? Why should you be? My task is to keep you all alive and well. Dr. Weston's concern is justified."
He could admit to himself that he regretted not seeing the look on the woman's face at that moment, but he had more important matters to tend to. "I shall explain. Your comrade was not the target of an attack, or a trick. He was a victim of his own arrogance. While he blustered to impress, he placed all of your lives in danger. His slip - the moment he lost control of his power - was akin to lighting a fire in an oilfield. It was a hard lesson, but one better learned with a headache than incurable damage."
He fixed each of the men with an intense gaze. Some understood what had happened, some still refused to believe, but were not willing to try their luck. Good. "Hate me if you want, but I will make sure every single one of you survives where many without guidance have died. Dr. Weston is dedicated to this as much as I, as you have seen. We are not enemies, but the best chance you have to survive. Use it."
"Now, I will teach you to safely hold the power."
He turned back to Dr. Weston. "Do you wish to stay and observe first hand?"
Edited by Michael Vellas, Jan 3 2015, 07:41 PM.
The fear in her eyes was plain. She expected...something. Pain? Death? Not many souls would face such fear for the sake of others. A loved one, yes, but patients? Yes, he had been right to give her control of the operation.
Rage battled to overcome the admiration. She expected violence from him? Of course, he had shown himself to be the Atharim's monster, what else to expect? Kill the man on a whim? He hadn't even touched the ascendant power himself!
Flickers of both crossed his eyes but he otherwise remained ice. Damned doctors, they knew nothing of what it meant to be 'Ascendant' or how dangerous it really was. One wrong move and one of the little 'Ascendant' pups could kill all of them!
As much as he burned to make her understand, he remained silent on the matter. Unfortunately, the issue could not be totally ignored. But how?
His mind ticked over, searching for an answer. 'Always do what the enemy least expects'. This was no 'enemy' yet...
Michael nodded. "You are correct."
He turned to his charges, who looked confused and shocked. "Are you surprised? Why should you be? My task is to keep you all alive and well. Dr. Weston's concern is justified."
He could admit to himself that he regretted not seeing the look on the woman's face at that moment, but he had more important matters to tend to. "I shall explain. Your comrade was not the target of an attack, or a trick. He was a victim of his own arrogance. While he blustered to impress, he placed all of your lives in danger. His slip - the moment he lost control of his power - was akin to lighting a fire in an oilfield. It was a hard lesson, but one better learned with a headache than incurable damage."
He fixed each of the men with an intense gaze. Some understood what had happened, some still refused to believe, but were not willing to try their luck. Good. "Hate me if you want, but I will make sure every single one of you survives where many without guidance have died. Dr. Weston is dedicated to this as much as I, as you have seen. We are not enemies, but the best chance you have to survive. Use it."
"Now, I will teach you to safely hold the power."
He turned back to Dr. Weston. "Do you wish to stay and observe first hand?"
Edited by Michael Vellas, Jan 3 2015, 07:41 PM.
"She saw a flaring halo around his head, radiant in gold and blue. It shouted of glory and power to come"
"No matter how fast light travels, it finds the darkness has always got there first, and is waiting for it."