Thread: Wielding  (Raziel99 and Oreo)

Can't you 'feel' the voice? You don't have a choice. What a kind of life Freedom in flesh - shackles on your mind... Men have good intentions on their way to the light. But some of them are venal and end up in the night. Maybe it's better for you, mankind, not to know what's going on. Sometimes we must go ways that seem to be wrong. What a kind of life Freedom in flesh, shackles on your mind... She was singing along to The Tower , smiling grimly at the irony of the words. Even El was chuckling in her mind. Yes, this music you listen to it is strange, but I am beginning to enjoy it's aesthetic value. We have nothing like it in Cordela. The more he talked about the world on the other side of the rift, the stranger everything seemed to be. At first she hadn't believed any of it. In fact she had thought she was loosing her mind. After a day or two of the worst migraine she had ever had, she was assailed by El's strange voice in her head. At first she couldn't even understand his words. There were just flashes of living dreams, pictures of his life imposed into her thoughts. With time she understood the content, and he began speaking in English. She hadn't wanted to believe, but it soon became evident that he was real, she wasn't crazy and earth was doomed. Here her journey began. Here the quest to seek and destroy the invaders. Here the constant fleeing, from invaders and the police. Murder was on the rise but the dead and fallen though looking human, were anything but human anymore. The best time to feed was when groups of beings came through the rift. It constantly changed location, but when it opened those that were growing stronger sensed it, and congregated. There was a big one coming, she could feel it as well as El. Get off the highway and go right. You will sense them soon. The flash hasn't begun yet but there are two we can take down. You are strong enough. I sense another, but he is very weak. The two stronger ones pursue. Leaving at the next exit, she headed toward the heart of town. Within a few blocks she felt them. Letting El seep into her flesh, a chill ran through her as the familiar icy blue liquid changed the blood in her veins. The chameleon like blue of her skin, the altering shift of the bones in her face, the slight pearled sheen to the palms of her hands, all happened in the span of a few moments. The temperature in the GT dropped a good fifteen degrees in a flash. Her Mustang barreled down the street toward the three. The one being followed seemed totally oblivious. He was about to become fodder, easy pickings if he was a foe. Screeching to a halt between the weaker man and the Possessors she grabbed her ronin and jumped from the car. Her waist length icy-blue white hair swung behind her like a glacial cloud. Deep violet eyes turned to the hood of her car. How had El missed sensing him? Three she could take, but four? A cloud of glacial fog billowed from her mouth with a hissing noise, as she took a defensive posture. For or against the merge of worlds? His response could well mean her life or death. There was something about him El didn't like, What the hell does that mean, El...he smells wrong? But she sensed it too, there was something menacing about him.