06-23-2015, 08:45 PM
Dane kept his neck curled down as wracks of panic shook his body. He was about to die. All in some filthy mexican town surrounded by the scum of the earth. His body was probably going to be dragged through the dirt street. Dogs would chew on his hands and feet. The rest of him would be left to the vultures.
Booms of power erupted all around him. The bursts echoed inside his brain like deep drums pounded inside his skull. He distantly became aware of two bleating blasts, one in opposition to the other. But the first dwarfed the second so completely, it might as well be a beating heart compared to rumbling thunder.
The beating heart moved away. Dane didn't look for the reason why. Screams surrounded him, flooding the church ready to drown his soul. Voices followed. Most in Spanish, but one, one he understood.
Dane's wet eyes finally lifted to behold Damien. He radiated power, and Dane shivered.
He came to stand, jaw tight and eyes dull with complacency. "Yes,"
he said dimly and slunked by while others ushered Damien to safety. Blood flowed freely from his chest and neck. Dane's eyes lingered a moment before the guards swept him away.
Dane wiped his face with his palms, smearing the hot tears with the drops of sweat. The others looked over their shoulders at him as they led him from the church and snickered something about it in spanish. Hatred stirred in Dane's gut, and he thought of stabbing them through the throat, but he did nothing.
Ramirez waited.
Booms of power erupted all around him. The bursts echoed inside his brain like deep drums pounded inside his skull. He distantly became aware of two bleating blasts, one in opposition to the other. But the first dwarfed the second so completely, it might as well be a beating heart compared to rumbling thunder.
The beating heart moved away. Dane didn't look for the reason why. Screams surrounded him, flooding the church ready to drown his soul. Voices followed. Most in Spanish, but one, one he understood.
Dane's wet eyes finally lifted to behold Damien. He radiated power, and Dane shivered.
He came to stand, jaw tight and eyes dull with complacency. "Yes,"
he said dimly and slunked by while others ushered Damien to safety. Blood flowed freely from his chest and neck. Dane's eyes lingered a moment before the guards swept him away.
Dane wiped his face with his palms, smearing the hot tears with the drops of sweat. The others looked over their shoulders at him as they led him from the church and snickered something about it in spanish. Hatred stirred in Dane's gut, and he thought of stabbing them through the throat, but he did nothing.
Ramirez waited.