Thread: Hidden World (darkangel76 & Neophyte)

Ajax looked at the woman, his eyes looking at her as if he was examining a fine painting, one of beauty and finesse. He watched her, heard that gasp and saw her flee. His hands tightened on the suitcases as he nodded to the large men who stood at the door, the gun at their hips quite obvious. Gentlemen he said in a low voice, dripping with venom...Ajax didn't like to get guns pointed on him, espically in a place of business. He walked out and disappered as he shot out toward his home base. It was slow going as he made his way through the city, the extra heft of the suitcases causing him to stop and launch off rooftops. He made his way, examining the city for flaws, ripples in the air that caused him to stop every few jumps. He would look at the ripple, see what it was caused by and make a mental note of it and continue on. It was the middle of the night, so this was the time things came out...but he didn't have time for that. He made his way north, toward Central Park and the inner city. Continuing his examine of the city his mind wandered to the woman he saw at the Don's dwellings. That was the daughter... he said, his mind making a picture of the boardroom, and the pictures that hung on the wall. In his line of business he needed to be sharp and have keen senses, and he tended to remember alot of things, trivial and important. One would never know when a detail would matter, his late master would tell him. The pictures were mostly of her, then there was one large one with the girl he saw, must have been about age 8, with a beautiful woman and an imposing man, obviously the Don. His eyes refocused as he kicked off the wall of a skyscraper and continued to fly through the air. Flying for him was easy, because it was less flying and more forward momentum at the point he was currently at. His thoughts of the daughter faded as he finally arrived at his base of operations. He wasn't the kind of man to live in poverty because of his powers. Using his powers as a way to become a sort of mercenary for the mentally aware humans in the city had netted him a tidy profit. He lived in a penthouse suit on the 80th floor of some swanky unnamed apartment complex up town. He landed through an open window, silently walking toward his bedroom. He unloaded and counted the suitcases, then whistled as the money counded up to 500,000. An impressive amount he had to admit. He set the suitcases in the closet, a collection of them building up as he grinned. He walked to his bathroom, drew a shower for himself and removed his clothing, folding them so he could reuse them after the bathing. He stepped into the lavish shower, the walls made out of gleaming mirrors, showing off every facet of his body to himself. He scanned his skin, the slim, skinny body riddled with scars and wounds from past fights. He was well built, muscles rippling through his skin as he moved. He stood under the stream of water and sighed, the warmth filling him with joy...and his mind moved back to the Don's daughter. Her lucious hair, her full red lips, the way her breasts peaked out over her hemline...he shook his head and pressed a hand to the mirror in front of him, staring at his reflection. No more of that Ajax...we made a promise not to get involved with a woman again. Not after Jessica... he muttered and shook his head, the memories flooding his vision once more. Jessica was another student of Master Karhara, a practitoner of spectral magics. She delt with the spirits of the other world, the art of taming and manipulation of the mind of the very things we were sworn to fight. She was powerful and kind, the kind of woman who a man like him could see himself with...but that fateful day continued to loom like a black specter, never letting him rest on the subject. His mind wrentched from the image of Jessica to another horrible vision that plagued him... Jessica! Don't go back, we can't help him! I have to Ajax...he is our Master and like a father to us both! We must fight! He watched her run forward, back into the burning room as her Masters cries filled his ears. There were crashes as he ran back to try and help, to do the right thing...but all of a sudden, as he entered the room his vision was filled with a massive figure...the red eyes burned into his soul as he screamed. The thing laughed and pointed at Ajax, blasting him with a wave of heat that sent him through a wall and knocked out. Ajax opened his eyes and rubbed his forehead, shutting the water off and toweling himself dry. He grabbed his clothes and sat down on his bed, rubbing his temples as the vision left its mark on his psyche. Then his phone chirped, and he answered it instantly. Yes... he said and listened, the man with the high pitch voice informed Ajax that a shipment of goods was coming in on the docks, and only a few men were sent out, the rest afriad of the killings. They needed him to go there and provide protection so the shipment could come through. Understood he said and shut the phone. He stood up and doned his outfit, dusting himself off as he nodded. His pouchs were almost empty, so he groaned and walked toward the window. After a step off the ledge he fell toward the pavement, the wind whistling past him once more. The feeling of the fall taking him as he rushed toward the earth. He turned in mid air, his hands swirling with that energy of wind like before. Shooting it below him, he slowed his fall and landed on the pavement, in stride toward a small shop near his complex, a store called Dragon's Herbireium. The misspelling was on purpose, so the owner said, but Ajax kept his own counsil on that one. He stepped in and smiled Hey Drake, how goes! Ajax called out as the bell on the door clinked. The man named Drake laughed and waved at Ajax How goes Jax? Got a good job lined up? he asked, using his hand to wave objects into different shelves. Yeah...actually I'm here to restock. Can I get the normal stuff? he asked. Drake nodded Of course man! For you anything! he said and disappered into the backroom, and reappered with a large pack of things, tied with a hemp rope to keep them secure. Thanks Drake...your a good man he muttered as he opened the package and started to place the reagents into his pouches. Oh Ajax...I just got a new shipment in. Its some good stuff, and something I think you might like...would go with the whole trenchcoat look. he said and went into the back room again and came out with a hat. Not just any hat, but like the kind of hat that you would expect a vampire hunter to wear. It had an oval brim, with the ends of the brim tapering into a point in front and back. The top was like a cowboy hat, slightly raised toward the top, with a divet in the middle. along the hat at the brim was a black satin strip of cloth with red symbols running over them, greek by the appearence. Suppose to be Van Helsings hat, but I got it appraised. Its still nice though...those red symbols are a spell, one that lets you touch the brim of your hat and channel elemental magics into the brim, giving it a sharp edge with the power of the chosen spell....turning it into a whirling blade of danger Drake said. Ajax nodded and took it in his hands, looking it over as he smiled. I'll take it Drake, how much? he asked Drake shook his head Nothing, for you man its on the house. Looks better on you anyway! he said jovially. Ajax nodded and put it on, pulling it down so he could look out from under it, the shadow still covering his deep blue eyes. Its perfect Drake...thanks alot he said. Drake nodded and laughed Keep up the good work man, and stay alive for god sakes he said grinning. Ajax tipped his new hat to the owner and walked out of the store, stocked and ready to go, heading towards the docks. The cool night air shot against his face as he headed toward the long piers that made up the Stanton Docks. His eyes focused on details again, the ripples and the distortions in reality as he flew past warehouses that dotted the areas near the docks. He landed on a warehouse right near Pier 7, the pier that the shipment was due into. He glanced over the scene, the many streetlamps and other lights letting him see just about everything that was going on. His mind whirled as he took in details, movements and positions of the men he was employed to protect. His eyes narrowed as he licked his lips and nodded, taking a feather out of his pocket, and breaking it up into small pieces. His hands glowed with fresh, natural green tendrils of energy that infused the feathers and turned them into birds. Bird golems created for one purpose, to be a look out. Fly my children, show me the areas he said and they flew away. One landed on a warehouse a few yards down, another landed on the pier the men were working on, and the last landed on a bouy out in the bay. He shut his eyes and his mind cycled from one bird to the next, surveying the area. He sighed and waited, watching the goings on. An hour passed by, and there was movement. Ajax stood up and looked at the bird on the pier, the ripples appearing in quick succession, and from the ripples came large men in armor, swords in their hands. Ajax quaked as he looked at the scene. He jumped from the roof and launched himself toward the men in suits. The things made loud screeching noises as they sliced the large swords in his direction. His hands both glowed blue, one a navy blue and the other a sea blue. He slammed them against the chest of the first man in armor and sliced through his armor, sending it clattering to the deck in defeat. The second sliced and hit his arm, the blade passing through his cloak and slicing into his arm as he jumped backward, grimacing in pain as the elemental swords in his hands pulsed with energy. He shoot forward, twisted in the air and like a corkscrew, shot through the armored men, sending them to the ground as well. The men stared at what was going on, guns out and pointed towards Ajax. He glistened with blood from his arm, the energy crackling out as he growled at the men. Back to work before I fucking kill all of you! he growled and jumped, running towards the Don's dwelling, anger lodged in his throat. His trip was slowing, because his arm surged with pain as he moved. He landed at the door of the Don's dwelling and growled as he shot his hand through the door, the wood blasting out into the foyer. He stalked toward the dining room, where the Don sat eating with his daughter. Pablo! he screamed, his guards moving to grab at their guns. Ajax shot a glanced toward the men and knocked them out with a glance, and looked at the suprised Don. What are you fighting! he growled, and the Don stood up, his calm demeanor coming back as he looked at Ajax. Come...let us speak he said. The men retired into the other room, leaving his daughter in the dining room. The Don looked at Ajax and sighed Its...a sensitive matter. My late wife was like you, she could see things and wanted to make the world a better place. She...made a deal with these things that you can see and she gained abilitys that I couldn't explain he muttered, his hand on his face, flushed with embaressment it looked like. Ajax just glared, taking in the details of the story. She...was taken one night. There was a struggle, a fight, but...she was gone. I had no clue what had happened to her, but the police claimed it was murder and her case is still open...but I know it was those things...they took her. And they killed her he growled, the Don showing anger that he would have never let another human see. Ajax ground his teeth and nodded I understand...the Templars are nasty. They are a part of the Demonic Inquisiton...a legion of demons that are planning on taking the world. I don't expect you to believe a word of this, but I thought you should know. he said and grabbed his arm, groaning. The Don saw that movement and winced, Your injured...I offer you my abode to get better. You are safe here...my wife made sure of that. He clapped his hands and a few men came in and looked at Ajax, who just nodded and went with the men to a guest room, located on the second floor near his daughters room. The men took his clothing and had a trained doctor come in and dress his wound, a faint blue pulse to it. He nodded after the man had tended to his wounds and laid on the bed, groaning a bit in pain.