12-28-2017, 04:09 PM
Aria stared at him defiantly, refused to make a sound. Her green eyes bore into his unapologetically, even though he knew she couldn't see his face.
The man, though, howled, a child having lost a toy, pleaded for it not to be taken. Strangely, the sounds brought no pleasure to Malik's ears.
This was wrong. It was all wrong. It didn't add up. He let up on his pressure of the woman. The man still received his jolts but with less frenzy. A prime calculation needed data. He paused, allowed himself to adjust- Malik seemed on standby. It was the oddest sensation.
Immediately information began to flow. The hunting of the butcher. He had followed her. Her path had been random, almost lost, and then gradually honed in on the house. She had beem captured and would have been his next plaything. The girl he'd released to her had looked nothing like her. Projection. She had not known the butcher. She'd somehow tracked him.
Corollary. Could she be a Force user? Perhaps. Further questions grew out of that. Was there a way to track killers with the Force? Possible. Unknowable at this point.
The man kept screaming and whining.
Data. She was a double agent in the Atharim and worked for the Ascendancy. If she was a force user, she would have to keep it secret from them. But....if so, why did she tell Marcus how to kill the creature? Why not do it herself? If a channeler, why not have killed the Atharim leader herself? Marcus would have done it.
Inconclusive. The man's screams grew irritating.
The biggest puzzle was this man. A butcher, a killer, for certain. The freezer was full. The women looked like her. And he viewed her as a possession.
So what had he seen? Was it them working together? Or was she there to stop him? Could he have been right? She was the source of obsession and the other women surrogates.
The man was making it hard to think.
Had this been an attempted rape and murder? He had been so angry his memory seemed warped.
And still the man kept on.
Finally, frustrated, without thinking, Marcus lassoed the man's neck with air and yanked. He'd meant to just hold him up so he stopped screaming. Apparantly, though, he was irritated- or more confused?- than he thought.
The man's head ripped from his body with a noisy wet tearing sound. Reactively, Marcus pushed the man and his now gushing neck back. No need for a mess.
He cursed himself. There had been no release. No judgement. It had been quashing a bug. Sloppy. So very sloppy.
He still held the woman but he lowered her to the ground, studying her reaction. He had made a decision. She would live. She could go free. And Marcus would reach out to her. Natural enough. His Consulate was going to touch on the responsibilities Ascendancy wanted to give her.
He would get his answers. Then he would know what to do.
His voice modulated in range as he spoke.
"You keep dangerous company. This is twice now. I cannot keep saving you."
Perhaps unnecessary, admitting he had been there the first time. But then again, perhaps not.
"I apologize for the needless pain. I misunderstood what I saw."
Let her take that as she would.
Yes, Marcus needed to get to know this women. He owed her a debt, after all. Malik was angry. But he would hunt again. He knew it.
Edited by Marcus DuBois, Dec 28 2017, 05:11 PM.
The man, though, howled, a child having lost a toy, pleaded for it not to be taken. Strangely, the sounds brought no pleasure to Malik's ears.
This was wrong. It was all wrong. It didn't add up. He let up on his pressure of the woman. The man still received his jolts but with less frenzy. A prime calculation needed data. He paused, allowed himself to adjust- Malik seemed on standby. It was the oddest sensation.
Immediately information began to flow. The hunting of the butcher. He had followed her. Her path had been random, almost lost, and then gradually honed in on the house. She had beem captured and would have been his next plaything. The girl he'd released to her had looked nothing like her. Projection. She had not known the butcher. She'd somehow tracked him.
Corollary. Could she be a Force user? Perhaps. Further questions grew out of that. Was there a way to track killers with the Force? Possible. Unknowable at this point.
The man kept screaming and whining.
Data. She was a double agent in the Atharim and worked for the Ascendancy. If she was a force user, she would have to keep it secret from them. But....if so, why did she tell Marcus how to kill the creature? Why not do it herself? If a channeler, why not have killed the Atharim leader herself? Marcus would have done it.
Inconclusive. The man's screams grew irritating.
The biggest puzzle was this man. A butcher, a killer, for certain. The freezer was full. The women looked like her. And he viewed her as a possession.
So what had he seen? Was it them working together? Or was she there to stop him? Could he have been right? She was the source of obsession and the other women surrogates.
The man was making it hard to think.
Had this been an attempted rape and murder? He had been so angry his memory seemed warped.
And still the man kept on.
Finally, frustrated, without thinking, Marcus lassoed the man's neck with air and yanked. He'd meant to just hold him up so he stopped screaming. Apparantly, though, he was irritated- or more confused?- than he thought.
The man's head ripped from his body with a noisy wet tearing sound. Reactively, Marcus pushed the man and his now gushing neck back. No need for a mess.
He cursed himself. There had been no release. No judgement. It had been quashing a bug. Sloppy. So very sloppy.
He still held the woman but he lowered her to the ground, studying her reaction. He had made a decision. She would live. She could go free. And Marcus would reach out to her. Natural enough. His Consulate was going to touch on the responsibilities Ascendancy wanted to give her.
He would get his answers. Then he would know what to do.
His voice modulated in range as he spoke.
"You keep dangerous company. This is twice now. I cannot keep saving you."
Perhaps unnecessary, admitting he had been there the first time. But then again, perhaps not.
"I apologize for the needless pain. I misunderstood what I saw."
Let her take that as she would.
Yes, Marcus needed to get to know this women. He owed her a debt, after all. Malik was angry. But he would hunt again. He knew it.
Edited by Marcus DuBois, Dec 28 2017, 05:11 PM.