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Prelude... thing...
The city stood quietly from the outskirts, a desserty area with little to no srubbery. Pieces of building and debri lay scattered and burried in the sand, which never ended. not even an echo was heard from any angle of it. Suddenly, with a small flash from far away, dust and sand shot up from the ground in a gysur type explosion. Out from the sand raced something on the ground with freak like speed. It was being chased by something, but this somthing was on a motorcycle, a vehicle way beyond its original two wheeled moving beastness. It roared loudly, echoing out from the outskirts and racing after the figure. The firgure in front of the tricked-out motorbike dashed left and right, kicking up sand when the bike lunged in the direction it was being led. And in fact the motor bike was being led on, the figure was only playing with it, which was shown from the flash of teeth from the upper lip being pulled back. it darted up in the air, and the bike stopped suddenly, but the person on it, didn't reveal himself. With a poping noise of something coming off or switching, the bikes tires folded down and under the frame. Suddenly, the bike started to levitate itself, slowly at first, but then it gained momentum and it was even faster then when it was on the ground. Soon the bike was right behind the figure and everytime the figure turned or bolted randomly, the bike bolted with it. Looking back at the bike the figure now was running backwards, the speed did not reduce any either. The smile came back, just as strong as ever, while the figure took something out of his pocket. With a flash, whatever the figure threw at the bike and companion , exploded, sending the bike falling to the ground. On that note, the figure darted even faster away from the city, the bike ow in pieces on the ground as the owner crawled out under the bent frame. It was a brute looking guy with a glare, yet challenging smile in his face, a scar running down his right eye.
The air was dry and humid, an environment that seemed almost deadly to a wandering person. The moon was very close, which meant that the sun was just as close; the cause for such humidity in the middle of what would have been Winter a few thousand years ago. The moon was so big that it looked as though it were a background to a fish tank or it resembeled a hill that, if it actually were one, someone could easily climb it. The night was a bit lively for a change, hardly any light showed from the outer parts of the city, but inside of the leaning buildings and particles of debri was a festival going on. Women danced around and sang on a makeshift stage when makeshift instruments strummed beats to it. Food was on a table to eat and goups of different types of people littered the streets. Even children ran around the lit areas, playing tag and apologising to peole they bumped into. There were no cars around and the streets looked abandoned, other than the party that was going on. For a party, the area was awefully quiet and there was a thick layer of caution coming from the adults. Children did not know any better of what they should be cautious about, and the adults did not want to scare or worry them about things they did not know of. But during this festival, they hid it with a relaxing good time.
Among the people sitting at a gathering of chairs, was a man sitting at the edge of the clutter. He did not look as though he was enjoying himself, but then again, he did not have a look on his face at all that showed emotion. He leaned on his metal chair with his eyes closed and arms crossed along with his legs. He was a tall person with a muscular build that showed through his outift. He wore a sleeveless shirt that clung to his body and a black vest that matched the shirt. he also had clingy pants on and tall black boots with big metal clips on them. His hair was spikey and black with two pieces that hung on the side of his face. his left ear was pierced on the lobe and at the top with silver dots. As he sat there, children ran around the table, gardians warning then to slow down or someone would get hurt, but they were only playing. Suddenly, a little boy was puched into the mans chair and had fell down. the little boy did not cry, but stared up at the man in a scared way. As the man opened his eyes, bright blue gazed down at the boy. He seemed to be fixated on teh strange eye color and had forgotten what just happened. The Man smiled and took the little boy's arm and lifted him up and pat him on the head as the man himself got out of the chair and strode over to the food table. He examined the food and picked up same fruit. There were some people watching him and he smiled at them and waved. He departed from the party into the abandoned looking streets. The moon mostly lit the way, but it was nothing like when the sun was out. As he walked briskly, he took a few dark ally ways and ended up in a lamp lit area outside. He made a noise that sounded like a whistling grunt before entering. As he stepped inside, four younger childfren ran up and hugged his legs. "Vaith, Vaith! You're back!" they said happily, but in tones that were hushed for the silent night. The man, Vaith, patted each of them on the head his his free arm and scattered the fruit onto a cloth on the floor. "This is all I could scroung for you all tonight, tomorrow i'll get you more." he said in a determined yet sad voice, knowing he may have let them down a bit. The children hugged him and rushed to the food to eat in humblely. Three of the children were boy triplets, Mark, Mitch, and Mike who were all eight years old. The other was a girl named Clare, who was ten and the 'boss' of them. Vaith smiled at the children and sat in a ripped up old lounge chair. He propped his feet up on a stole and took out a glass of red stuff that looked like wine and started to drink it.
A few hours passed as Vaith sat in the chair and the kids entertained him by entertaining themselves; a look of happiness was on all of their faces. Vaith begun to put the kids to sleep, sitting on the stole as they fell asleep, when suddenly a loud bang came from outside. "Stay here kids. i'll be right back and don't say anything to each other or anyone else until you see my eyes," he said in a serious way as he bent down to rub each of their heads reassuringly. He stepped outside, swunging back the curtain, and walking towards the noise. Vaith kept to the shadows of the buildings and when the moon shown, he zipped through the night into the next black overhang. As he turned the corner of the street, there was a group of people with weapons surronding something. Vaith inched the building, the shade of the building hid him fromt he bright moon as he crept closer to the commotion. A small opening had appeared and Vaith saw a good glimpse of what was there. From the looks of it, it was a normal looking wolf, something common among the people in the big cities. But at a more detailed look, rust colored blood was spilled on the ground. this meant that it wasn't just a wolf, but a werewolf. Werewolves aren't like the books used to describe them. They were similar, the biting and contagious monster comes out and the cycle begins, but when the moon changes, it does not stop. When bitten by a werewolf now, the only way to stop it is to kill the injected person. The group was now discussing that the actual real werewolf was seen before, but it was too fast. Vaith frowed at the thought that it could still be out there when he approached them fromt he darkness. They pointed their guns at him, but Vaith raiseed his hands up and stopped walking. "I come in peace, im not the werewolf, you can test me," he told them and a man went over and checked his neck. if there was an arch on your neck, then you were developing into a werewolf, so it was clear that he was not. "Where did you see the original werewolf, was it around here and ow long ago?" he asked, walking over to them a bit more. A buff guy stepped forward and examined Vaith. "We saw it, my wife and I, about an hour ago coming formt he outskirts into the city. We lost him a few times before finding him biting into this poor soul. I shot at him a few times, but he was so goddamn fast. Faster than any other werewolf we've seen" he informed Vaith and the group and they all talked amongst themselves about where it would go. Many of them thought that the original is still lerking around the city at night. Vaith thought a moment, knowing the children could be in danger, so he slipped from the group into the night again, inching his way back to the cove. As he entered, no sound came out, but he peered down and his blue eyes shown downwards in a glowing way that was abnormal from normal eyes. Eight pairs of eyes glazed up at him and Vaith 'Shhshed' them to go back to sleep. He sat on the ground throughout the night to make sure that the kids were fine.
lll Shiny lll · Mon May 11, 2009 @ 02:08am · 0 Comments |
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