Post by Sethron on Dec 17, 2013 2:04:03 GMT -8
For Your Consideration
.I feel irrational, so confrontational
Setting: The back seat of a car, a block or two from Elysium
.To tell the truth I am
Pawns: Aristat, Hephastus, and Gayorg:
.Getting away with murder
Time: Sunday Morning, 5 30 am
.It isn't possible to always tell the truth
Status: Riding the Beast
.But the reality is
Writing Assignment: None
.I'm getting away with murder
.I feel irrational, so confrontational
Setting: The back seat of a car, a block or two from Elysium
.To tell the truth I am
Pawns: Aristat, Hephastus, and Gayorg:
.Getting away with murder
Time: Sunday Morning, 5 30 am
.It isn't possible to always tell the truth
Status: Riding the Beast
.But the reality is
Writing Assignment: None
.I'm getting away with murder
Hephaestus looked like he was getting testy as they moved through the decimated streets of the still-recovering Seattle. They had been in various cars for the last hour, following a man only Hephaestus could see, under an obfuscate that Hephaestus provided, sitting with a staked woman betwixt them, helpless and unfortunately too aware of her holders.
Aristat's patience was thin and frail. She was struggling with her beast to make it patient--just a little longer. Another few minutes. She had been riding it this entire time, and the only thing that made it bearable was the single identifying notion: Hephaestus would lead her to her prey.
She was uncomfortably aware of the human in the car. Every minute passing was another one of grinding her teeth. He was in the front seat--she could tell by the way Hephaestus was staring. His gaze had started patient and calm, but had begun to match hers in the last half hour--he was tired of waiting, too.
The car pulled into the parking garage, not two blocks from Elysium's location.
The man in the front seat turned, a confused look on his face as his tired eyes settled squarely on the passenger seat.
"Man, you are so fucked."
For a moment. Time seemed to slow to a shuddering halt. She could smell the heat of the car from the air conditioning creating a cool wash of vanilla and lavender from the shampoo in her hair. She could keenly perceive the micro-movements as the Nosferatu beside her lifted his cane to the back of the seat, sharp tip pressuring into it. She moved gracefully forward, as she had done many times this trip, but instead of bracing the mortal for impact, her arms slid around him.
She covered his eyes in microseconds before the angry gasp of the man in the passenger seat. It was a cry cut instantly short, so much that it was barely a sound at all. A whisper of what might have been a death knell for the man she was calmly putting to sleep through lack of oxygen, a soft smile on her face that was almost angelic in its nature, with a menace in her eyes that said she found such solace in the slow cascade into death.
She stopped short, letting him black out without harm. Hephaestus sat with his cane through a man's chest in the seat, but no eyes to see it but theirs and their victims'. Aristat sat back in the seat with grace that was enchanting in nature, her pretty amethyst eyes the color of rubies and hard as stone.
Something about how completely human she seemed made it more intense. The monstrosity of it didn't display even in a dark flicker in her expression. She seemed as regal and as humane as ever, laying waste to the safe understanding that 'good' and 'evil' could be identified by image.
The girl smiled softly as she turned to the man in the passenger seat, unable to move from his wounds, but not yet dead. She spoke to her companion, but instead of a request for leniency, it pressed for finality. The voice was cold, calm, deliberating. It was the sound of honey with the edge of ice. Her voice was carried with it the weight of centuries of aristocracy and was the type of sound that was always a pleasure to hear...
... and, right now, she lacked even a hint of self doubt.
