05-06-2014, 02:39 PM
Connor quickly made his way across both sets of tracks, this time avoiding anything that could snag his boots. Thankfully, no trains lighted up any tunnels. When he got to the platform, he again threw himself onto it and rolled to a standing position.
The scene that greeted him was as bad as he feared. Tehya was standing in front of Elias facing the mist-creature as if her presence meant something to it, as if she were protecting Elias. What does she think she is doing? It made no sense. And Elias just standing behind her, staring at the mist? What is wrong with that guy? First the woman who was about to be raped and now Tehya? Does he not care about anyone? he thought disgustedly. As if hearing his thoughts, Elias put his hand on Tehya's shoulder, quickly said something to her, and pushed his way forward into the mist. Connor felt some relief that the young man had finally stepped up, however foolishly.
But it was such a strange site that Connor stopped. The mist surrounded Elias, enveloping him, swirling, the bottom of his coat drifting with the currents. Elias stood entranced in the midst of it and then reached out into the mist. The creature convulsed and pulsated, mist billowing and roiling. At first Connor had some hope that somehow the man was doing something. But whatever it was, it looked painful though. After holding on- to what he didn't know- for a few moments, Elias stumbled back, wavering and turning around, looking at his hand and cradling it to his chest protectively.
That was enough for Connor. All of them were going to die and there weren't any magic-users here to stop it, nor Atharim with swords hanging from their hip. Just a man and a woman and him- and all he had was his hunting knife in his pocket. Connor ground his teeth determinedly. But just because he didn't have magic, didn't mean that he couldn't beat this thing somehow. He just needed to think.
He looked around the platform for something-anything- to trigger an idea. Barren. Just the benches and the walls. Doors to the rest rooms and probably maintenance closets. There were cleaning fluids in there- but no. If a blade did nothing to it while it was mist, he doubted liquid would. The problem was mist.
And then he saw it on the wall behind the glass and smiled. That's it! he thought. That might work. He rushed to the wall, looking back as he ran to see if Elias and Tehya were alright.
Edited by Connor Kent, May 6 2014, 02:43 PM.
The scene that greeted him was as bad as he feared. Tehya was standing in front of Elias facing the mist-creature as if her presence meant something to it, as if she were protecting Elias. What does she think she is doing? It made no sense. And Elias just standing behind her, staring at the mist? What is wrong with that guy? First the woman who was about to be raped and now Tehya? Does he not care about anyone? he thought disgustedly. As if hearing his thoughts, Elias put his hand on Tehya's shoulder, quickly said something to her, and pushed his way forward into the mist. Connor felt some relief that the young man had finally stepped up, however foolishly.
But it was such a strange site that Connor stopped. The mist surrounded Elias, enveloping him, swirling, the bottom of his coat drifting with the currents. Elias stood entranced in the midst of it and then reached out into the mist. The creature convulsed and pulsated, mist billowing and roiling. At first Connor had some hope that somehow the man was doing something. But whatever it was, it looked painful though. After holding on- to what he didn't know- for a few moments, Elias stumbled back, wavering and turning around, looking at his hand and cradling it to his chest protectively.
That was enough for Connor. All of them were going to die and there weren't any magic-users here to stop it, nor Atharim with swords hanging from their hip. Just a man and a woman and him- and all he had was his hunting knife in his pocket. Connor ground his teeth determinedly. But just because he didn't have magic, didn't mean that he couldn't beat this thing somehow. He just needed to think.
He looked around the platform for something-anything- to trigger an idea. Barren. Just the benches and the walls. Doors to the rest rooms and probably maintenance closets. There were cleaning fluids in there- but no. If a blade did nothing to it while it was mist, he doubted liquid would. The problem was mist.
And then he saw it on the wall behind the glass and smiled. That's it! he thought. That might work. He rushed to the wall, looking back as he ran to see if Elias and Tehya were alright.
Edited by Connor Kent, May 6 2014, 02:43 PM.