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Post by mutantx on Oct 22, 2004 17:34:57 GMT -4
Proteus continued to laugh as he watched the woman crawl. The use of his power was self-destructive, but it was also something else as well.
It was intoxicating.
Even more intoxicating was the realization that he could sense her fear. He reveled in it as he watched her helplessly struggle to make it back toward the house.
It would not save her. Nothing would. The ravaged, blackened corpse continued to laugh at her desperation.
He waited. He waited until she was at the threshold of her supposed shelter and he strode after her casually. Proteus could feel her rising panic. He drew wicked pleasure from the cruelty of making it clear to her that there was no escape. He reached the threshold of the mansion's main hall as she continued to crawl across the floor away from him. His face twisted into a gleeful, hideous jack-o-lantern smile.
She was his.
[glow=yellow,2,300]"Where d'ye think ye're off to, pretty one....?",[/glow] he taunted. [glow=yellow,2,300]"Ye'll nae escape."[/glow]
As if to underscore his point, the floor beneath her opened up and she fell into a darkened hole below her like an empty grave.
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Post by Storm on Oct 22, 2004 21:09:12 GMT -4
Holding her injured arm close to her chest, Storm pulled herself toward the mansion at an agonizingly slow pace. She wanted to stand, to run, but her legs felt leaden, weak. The world was spinning to fast, her stomach lurching, her head pounding. She wanted to curl up into a ball, not move, not fight, but the fear drove her on.
She could hear him behind her, beside her, all around her. His laugh echoed in her very mind. She couldn’t win, he was just taunting her now, but still she moved on.
As she reached the front stoop and pulled herself into the entrance hall, she had a fleeting thought that the place she called home would provide her with protection, sanctuary, but deep down, she knew this wasn’t so. Her friends had been taken from this very building, and it wouldn’t protect her against this creature.
Then he spoke again, and a strangled sob escaped her lips. The tears flowed down her bloodstained cheeks, her breath came in ragged gasps. But still she crawled on. But it seemed the creature was done stalking his prey, as the floor opened up below her, and the darkness swallowed her whole like the meal he had inferred earlier.
The second she hit the ground, she could feel her panic rise. She could feel the cold damp walls around her, imagined them closing in on all sides, burying her alive.
“No... please...” she whimpered, drawing her knees up to her chest in an effort to make herself as small as possible, and the area around her as large.
The big thing about Storm’s powers are that they are tied to her emotions. To lose control of her emotions could prove to be devastating. But she was no longer worried about this. All rational thought had fled her mind, her mental state bordering on insanity. So when she looked upwards to see the hideous blackened face grinning down at her, silhouetted by the sparkling chandelier above him, she didn’t notice the rise in the winds, or the pounding rain. She didn’t feel the change in the crashing thunder nor the flashing lightening. She felt nothing of the drop in temperature followed strangely but what could only be the beginnings of a hurricane. All she could see was his face, feel was her fear. And all she could do was whisper one single word.
“Please...”
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Post by mutantx on Oct 24, 2004 11:24:32 GMT -4
Proteus paused momentarily to marvel at the power and the fury that the woman commanded. Rain and wind beat against the house with such force that the structure shook. The sky was utter darkness, lit brilliant white by angry lightning. Water poured through the broken doors as if the house had been somehow dropped somewhere into the course of a river. The ground trembled, echoing the thunder from the dense dark clouds above.
Inside the room, light from the chandelier above flickered and swayed back and forth lazily as though caught in an earthquake.
The twisted smile on the face of the creature remained.
He walked toward where she cringed beneath the earth and the hole became covered in thick, transparent glass. Proteus stood and looked down on her, a grinning shadow with glowing yellow eyes. Then he knelt, and pressed his fearsome gargoyle's face against the glass.
Around them, the storm's fury continued...but the room fell unexplainably silent except for the moaning sobs and ragged breathing of the woman...and her whispered plea. The borrowed body that Proteus wore began to crack and melt away. Minutes from death, moments from new life...his slate black flesh began to glow with yellow energy.
[glow=yellow,2,300]"You should'nae run from me, pretty one.",[/glow] he said in a coaxing, reassuring tone through his leer. [glow=yellow,2,300]"It'll all be over soon. I promise ye."[/glow]
He drank in the taste of her fear and his own power.
[glow=yellow,2,300]"I'll remember ye always.",[/glow] he said softly. [glow=yellow,2,300]"It's time now, fer ye ta die."[/glow]
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Post by Logan on Oct 24, 2004 18:02:25 GMT -4
“Don’t think so, bub.”<br>
The sound of metal scraping against itself rang out into the air, sounding loudly over the squall of the storm, and catching the attention of the thing that was vulturing over Storm.
*SNIKT SNIKT*
Logan stood behind the man who called himself Proteus. His body was covered in whitish dust, and a silhouette of a tiny furry creature could be seen sitting on his right shoulder. He was glaring at Proteus through two tiny slits of eyes that were all but pinpoints as they narrowed down on their subject in anger.
With a low and guttural growl, Logan bared his teeth and lunged at Proteus, razor sharp claws extended. There was going to be blood spilled here, very soon, and it wasn’t going to be Storm’s.
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