Thread: Empire - City of Wonder (Black_Out and The Supple Nail)

The floating lens wafted through the air, curling in languid lazy circles up into the star kissed darkness above Empire City. Spinning as if it was carried by the very wind itself back towards the heart of the massive metropolis. Those glowing neon lights calling the wandering gaze of the Visionary back towards the crime ridden concrete jungle. The storm clouds had all but rolled away, passing into the distance, leaving the starlight to offer a subtle glow that mixed with the vibrant lights all through out the city. There was so much more to explore, there always was. Downward the invisible sensor shot, like the head car on a roller coaster that had just dropped from its apex and screamed towards the ground. Flinging itself down towards a carnival like atmosphere where large circus tents and a prominent Ferris Wheel full of jubilant passengers idly spun them around in a lazy fashion. A cluster of music filled the air amid the pops of air guns, the sounds of buzzers, and shrieks of joyous thrills as the spying eye took it all in. The Empire City Carnival was packed, even more so then on a usual Friday night as the park took on it's customary horror theme in the midst of this cool October night. Curiously the gazing scan was drawn towards the Fun House , which had been redecorated with a motif of frightful Halloween themes that had brought a long line to it's gates. The traveling eye didn't wait in line, as it swept across the corralled and herded patrons of the Carnival that waited their turn to descend into the spooky attraction upon the intimate cars that would carry them two at a time across the tracks that laced through the Fun House. Up and down along the rails the view was led, following along behind a cart that contained a pair of young lovers that had their arms draped around each other. Pulsing lights of purple and green, reds and throbbing quick flashes of whites greeted them. Cobwebs clustered the tunnels, hideous ghoul faced contraptions sprang out from the quick turns causing the young girl to shriek. Mirrors that were bent and twisted were passed by, showing the occupants a twisted glimpse of themselves. In the midst of it all, the Creep lingered, and when they passed by him, their screams were ungodly at the fright his form drew out of their lungs. Fear, was food to him, it gave him sustenance, and here in the midst of this attraction he feasted. Car after car passed through the chamber of horrors that he had taken fleeting refuge in. Leaving the man who was supposed to be working this particular portion of the ride dangling from the ceiling in a network of chains. He screamed and yelled in a state of hysterical panic for help, but everyone thought it was just some elaborate part of the attraction. Every time the long fingers of the Creep swept over those passing passengers, he felt their fears sustain him, fuel him, and feed the darkness that was in his very core. By the time they exited the Fun House, the wide eyes of fright were etched on every face. The trembling of bodies and quivering of lips, the sheer terror of it all, quite apparent as they fled from the surreal horrors that wracked their minds. The attendants there took notice, they'd never seen reactions quite like this before. Maybe those upgrades were really far spookier on this night then they had been on every previous night. Maybe one of the actors was really going overboard, the supervisor would have to have a talk after tonight. They wanted scares, sure, but this was maybe pushing the envelope. People usually came out with some laughter and smiled widely, often times wanting to wait in line again for another turn. Not tonight though, every soul that came out from that Fun House wanted nothing to do with it, and that only caused the rumor of the attraction to draw even more to it's entrance. Serpentine like movements swayed the eye warily away back up into the sky, rolling along on it's trajectory back towards the waiting embrace of the city's depths. It traveled over peaked roofs and flat topped dwellings, cutting it's way through the polluted air of the city towards the flashing of lights and sounds of accompanying sirens. Far from the haunting at the carnival the interested eye roamed towards the sound of an officer whose voice was blaring through a bull horn at the front of building that was covered with spot lights. Patrol cars were arranged in a horseshoe pattern outside on the streets, serving as cover for the men in blue that hid behind them with pistols and shotguns that were drawn and at the ready. More police officers ran around the perimeter, trying to make sure they were in place in the event that things turned nasty. The crowds were kept far away from the tense scenario that was unfolding in the crime riddled slums of the Empire City. Come on out Karletto Brothers , we have you surrounded! The bullhorn amplified voice bellowed out at the stucco and brick face of the three story abandoned office complex. Fingers tensed on triggers as the arrangement of officers held their collective breaths. A few canister's of tear gas were placed onto the ends of rifles, waiting to fire the burning noxious chemicals into the barred over windows. A few officers hunkered down behind a comrade with a large bullet proof shield, holding a sturdy metal battering ram that they intended to bust the front door wide open with. The shattering of glass from a third floor window broke the pensive silence as a gruff voice yelled out. Fuck you coppers! Immediately a blaze of muzzle flashes erupted from the end of a barrel of some assault rifle as bullets flew both ways. Shouts of panic erupted along with the steady flow of gun fire and explosive rounds of ammunition that tore into several of the police cruisers, ripping their metal frames to shreds. They have us outgunned! One of the officers yelled out as pistols and shotguns returned fire blindly while several more windows shattered and more high powered automatic assault weapons came out to play from the cornered criminals. Just another shootout, the viewing lens had seen plenty of them before and it curled away from the small war zone that had formed as it sought new sights to take in. The wandering eye lurched along the streets, floating above them with a graceful spin to it's travels as it tore in towards the hub of Empire City. There it went past the less crowded streets, flung itself along the currents of air by the sleek high end shops. Drove past highly acclaimed restaurant's that were nearly finished with the last of their service's for the night. It scaled upwards along a sheer glass tower of brilliantly polished panels of thick glass that showed little more then dark and vacant interiors of this monument to mans power and influence. Dark steel rods kept the panels of heavy glass secured as the eye curved upwards along the side of the monolithic structure. It passed row upon row of floors of offices and vacated businesses before it wormed further along the structures gleaming surface and found the first of several lights that illuminated the vast windows. Here, higher up upon the great sky scraper were dwellings for the rich and well to do. The highly secured interiors show no signs of modesty as each one displayed a variety of wealth and opulence to the spying eye. Every passing flight that was arrived upon only seemed to step things up a notch. Each floor growing more extravagant then those left behind until the lens passed by the last of the them and arrived at the upper most pent house. It was a separated set of floors. Kept in seclusion from the rest of the sprawling spire by a pair of levels, one above and below, that were singularly comprised of dark glistening grey walls of some military grade metal.. The windows into his abode were thick slabs of space age glass that carried upwards high enough to claim two whole levels. Gleaming even in the darkness, the crystal clear image of the surrounding city reflected upon their opaque mirrored surface. The finishing touch? A sweeping balcony situated in the middle of the massive mirrored walls. The heavily supported chrome structure wrapped it's way around the entire circumference of the pent house. All three hundred and sixty degrees of the glistening chrome deck afforded a splendid and grand view over the entirety of the city that spread out beneath it. Seemingly solitary, a figure stood, bathed in the soft neon glow that showered down from the canopy of lights that lined the edges of that floors limits. Cloaked in his shadow a pale skinned woman was kneeling before him. Her face pressed against his crotch, arms tucked behind her back as she dutifully sucked and slurped away at the mans shaft that fell out of his unzipped custom made trousers. Evan Reynolt was a man beyond wealth, and his eyes shone with a casual calculated consideration as his fingers laid upon the railing that ran the edge of the sturdy balcony. If he was getting any pleasure from the woman that was working him over, his facial features showed no sign of it. The wandering eye lingered upon him for a moment, watching the man who owned this fabulous tower with an uncertain hesitation before it drifted away and left him to his quiet endeavor. He was often found there, looking out over the city that he had invested so much of his unfathomable fortune within. Often times the gazing eye would find him being kept company by some modest looking beauty, always dressed in some meager submissive manner. Rarely did the glimpses of the lens find the same woman here with him, they always seemed to change. Despite their best efforts, he never seemed to give them the satisfaction of granting his attentions back to them while they sought to please and pleasure him. The only thing that seemed to make this man smile was watching the city below him falling further into the pits of hell with every passing day. Back into the night sky the unseen lens traveled, letting the darkness overhead lead it away as it continued along it's swiftly flowing pursuit of things to see. Last edited Oct 24, 2018