05-18-2016, 09:10 PM
With her path lit by the sliver of moon in the sky, Christa stepped out of the carriage and returned it to Omnillium as her eyes swept the darkness once more. Her senses were on alert, and she felt the heft of thirty extra pounds on her shoulder and could hear it with the heavy fall with her now less-stealthy feet. Her pistol had been drawn from her holster, and it was this time, loaded with silver bullets, since she was not far from the age-stealing creatures’ nest. Would mere silver work on beasts made out of stone? Odds pointed to no, but it would take a good chunk out of ‘em.
The Prime also carried the “gold” of the mission and its detonator in the pack with the wolf, and she hoped it was something that would guarantee her success against these creatures. They had, apparently, showed vulnerability to bombs and heat. She grimaced, it was a big if and Christa didn’t like to leave anything to chance. She’d been trained for war, and how to complete a mission due to tactical advantages that her side had gained, this time, she was running on some pretty iffy intel.
Then again, even some beasts could adapt and change, she shouldn’t underestimate them. The rogue looked down at her hands, which held the Beretta nine-mil, past her torso and around her hips slung her terribly mended belt, which now held a few flash bangs, her nifty knife, and some rope. Over her shoulder, next to the pack with the wolf inside, was her sniper and she thought fondly of it when her hands grasped the strap in front of her torso. When she had used it in the past, she’d look down the scope and her eye would narrow similar to a cat’s, hashed only by the crosshair’s which halved and quartered her eyes. She blinked through the darkness, and grumbled to herself as she took a few breaths and readied herself to enter the area where she knew that they were.
There was a sign, along the road, as she stalked closer to their lair. Apparently someone had been here, there was a sign that said “DON’T BLINK! RUN FOR YOUR LIFE, OR VANISH IN TIME OR WITH AGE - WEEPING ANGELS INSIDE!” posted with a single nail against the bark of a tree, next to a cave, where there was an eerie branch hanging as though it were a drawbridge over the door. Christa’s gut told her that there was something within the cave that she should fear, but wondered, exactly who, would confine the “weeping angels” there, and just leave them for someone to stumble upon, or for them to escape. And what of “don’t blink?” were they crazy? Whoever it was, may have had some inside knowledge about them, and that’s why they were able to corral them all up, or maybe, they learned through experience, and being a powerful prime, they were able to at least bring the angels this far. The last part stuck with her though, “with age” told her she was right where she needed to be.
Christa saw this and attempted to peer inside the cave, with the way she was before, she’d be able to see or sense something, but ever since primehood, her powers were limited. She blinked, Did she really have it in her to leave the creatures here, just so they could escape and get loose once again? Christa’s shoulders tensed as her hand reached for the branch, she planned to lift it, or at least dip below it and have a look inside. Suspense filled the air though, as though the movement was in slow motion. She took another breath as she crouched down below the log and then straightened up her posture on the other side.
It only took her a few strides bathed in complete darkness for Christa to jump at the excruciatingly loud sound of her phone going off. It vibrated in her pocket, and chimed an annoying ringtone. She cursed and immediately felt fear swirling inside of her like a storming wind she could not stop. Christa burst with speed as she dove underneath the branch and dirt engrained into the fine weave of fibers in her clothes. Her eyes remained glued to the post, and the dark cave inside, after a moment, nothing happened, and the woman realized her annoying ringtone was still going off.
Easily, her fingers flipped the phone open and pressed it to her ear, “Hello?” she spoke, but her voice was a little shaky.
“Chris? Is that you?” Katia’s voice spoke over the phone. Christa’s sense of fear mellowed to relief as her eyes remained fixed on the unmoving mouth of the cave. So much for an ambush.
“Yeah, yeah, it’s me, what’s up?” Christa had trouble adjusting to what day it was supposed to be in the Vasty Deeps, “Hey what happened to calling me after school last night?”
“Oh I uh..” Katia hesitated, that wasn’t like her, Christa would’ve pounced on it, interrogated her sister to make sure everything was okay, but Katia continued, “I rode the bus home and then had dinner with Martha and her family, not much happened so I figured I’d call you after that.”
Christa felt a tinge of guilt, she hadn’t been there to pick her sister up from school, or see her as she got off the bus and came home. Nor had she been to dinner, still, the guilt didn’t make up for this uneasy feeling she got in the pit of her stomach. Suspicion enclosed on her mind, but it was divided, at the obstacle and danger currently dangling in front of her eyes.
“Oh, okay, well did you have a nice time?” Christa sighed and slowly stood up, and backed away from the cave, without taking her eyes off of it, “How was school? Did you make any friends?”
“A few...” Katia’s voice said almost too quickly, and then she began to bubble on about having such nice teachers, and a great curriculum. Christa was happy for her, she really was, even if her sister was living on without her, but the Prime couldn’t shake the feeling, the dreadful, terrible feeling that something was wrong.
“Hey, you sure you’re alright?” Chris probed.
“Of course, though I could ask you the same thing, your voice was a little shaky there, what’s up in the moors? Did you slay the monster yet? There’s nothing you can’t beat, know that I have complete faith in you.” That was her sister, optimistic as ever, Christa even imagined the smile she wore as she
Christa blinked. There were worse things than losing her life, but what if she was trapped forever, or cursed on this mission? Katia would never know what happened, or worse, come looking. She hoped, if Mornel could still remember his own name, that he’d have the wit enough to realize to send a message back to Katia, if the sniper didn’t make it. “Thanks Katia, I think you’ll do a great job at school, and make a bunch of new friends there. I believe in you too.”
It was sincere, but then Katia -she thought she heard a sniffle, but it was a sentimental moment, after all- interrupted and said, “I have to go, Martha’s telling me it’s bedtime. Nice talking to you sis, I’ll keep in touch, okay?”
“Alright Kat, Goodnight, and just know, I love you.” Christa heard the warmth of her tone melt over the little holes of the phone’s microphone, and carry throughout the verses.
“Love you too, sis.”
The phone cut out. Christa snapped it shut, and looked up at the cave. Not much had changed, and she’d been inconveniently called by her sister, which could’ve alerted the weeping angels of her presence, but at least Katia was alive now, so she couldn’t complain. Christa would find a way to take the weeping angels out, but for now, she chose to wait just a little longer. She’d been influenced by the powerful fear she’d felt and had spooked herself out of the den, now she sat with her eyes on the cave, and she tried her best, not to let her eyes blink.
The Prime also carried the “gold” of the mission and its detonator in the pack with the wolf, and she hoped it was something that would guarantee her success against these creatures. They had, apparently, showed vulnerability to bombs and heat. She grimaced, it was a big if and Christa didn’t like to leave anything to chance. She’d been trained for war, and how to complete a mission due to tactical advantages that her side had gained, this time, she was running on some pretty iffy intel.
Then again, even some beasts could adapt and change, she shouldn’t underestimate them. The rogue looked down at her hands, which held the Beretta nine-mil, past her torso and around her hips slung her terribly mended belt, which now held a few flash bangs, her nifty knife, and some rope. Over her shoulder, next to the pack with the wolf inside, was her sniper and she thought fondly of it when her hands grasped the strap in front of her torso. When she had used it in the past, she’d look down the scope and her eye would narrow similar to a cat’s, hashed only by the crosshair’s which halved and quartered her eyes. She blinked through the darkness, and grumbled to herself as she took a few breaths and readied herself to enter the area where she knew that they were.
There was a sign, along the road, as she stalked closer to their lair. Apparently someone had been here, there was a sign that said “DON’T BLINK! RUN FOR YOUR LIFE, OR VANISH IN TIME OR WITH AGE - WEEPING ANGELS INSIDE!” posted with a single nail against the bark of a tree, next to a cave, where there was an eerie branch hanging as though it were a drawbridge over the door. Christa’s gut told her that there was something within the cave that she should fear, but wondered, exactly who, would confine the “weeping angels” there, and just leave them for someone to stumble upon, or for them to escape. And what of “don’t blink?” were they crazy? Whoever it was, may have had some inside knowledge about them, and that’s why they were able to corral them all up, or maybe, they learned through experience, and being a powerful prime, they were able to at least bring the angels this far. The last part stuck with her though, “with age” told her she was right where she needed to be.
Christa saw this and attempted to peer inside the cave, with the way she was before, she’d be able to see or sense something, but ever since primehood, her powers were limited. She blinked, Did she really have it in her to leave the creatures here, just so they could escape and get loose once again? Christa’s shoulders tensed as her hand reached for the branch, she planned to lift it, or at least dip below it and have a look inside. Suspense filled the air though, as though the movement was in slow motion. She took another breath as she crouched down below the log and then straightened up her posture on the other side.
It only took her a few strides bathed in complete darkness for Christa to jump at the excruciatingly loud sound of her phone going off. It vibrated in her pocket, and chimed an annoying ringtone. She cursed and immediately felt fear swirling inside of her like a storming wind she could not stop. Christa burst with speed as she dove underneath the branch and dirt engrained into the fine weave of fibers in her clothes. Her eyes remained glued to the post, and the dark cave inside, after a moment, nothing happened, and the woman realized her annoying ringtone was still going off.
Easily, her fingers flipped the phone open and pressed it to her ear, “Hello?” she spoke, but her voice was a little shaky.
“Chris? Is that you?” Katia’s voice spoke over the phone. Christa’s sense of fear mellowed to relief as her eyes remained fixed on the unmoving mouth of the cave. So much for an ambush.
“Yeah, yeah, it’s me, what’s up?” Christa had trouble adjusting to what day it was supposed to be in the Vasty Deeps, “Hey what happened to calling me after school last night?”
“Oh I uh..” Katia hesitated, that wasn’t like her, Christa would’ve pounced on it, interrogated her sister to make sure everything was okay, but Katia continued, “I rode the bus home and then had dinner with Martha and her family, not much happened so I figured I’d call you after that.”
Christa felt a tinge of guilt, she hadn’t been there to pick her sister up from school, or see her as she got off the bus and came home. Nor had she been to dinner, still, the guilt didn’t make up for this uneasy feeling she got in the pit of her stomach. Suspicion enclosed on her mind, but it was divided, at the obstacle and danger currently dangling in front of her eyes.
“Oh, okay, well did you have a nice time?” Christa sighed and slowly stood up, and backed away from the cave, without taking her eyes off of it, “How was school? Did you make any friends?”
“A few...” Katia’s voice said almost too quickly, and then she began to bubble on about having such nice teachers, and a great curriculum. Christa was happy for her, she really was, even if her sister was living on without her, but the Prime couldn’t shake the feeling, the dreadful, terrible feeling that something was wrong.
“Hey, you sure you’re alright?” Chris probed.
“Of course, though I could ask you the same thing, your voice was a little shaky there, what’s up in the moors? Did you slay the monster yet? There’s nothing you can’t beat, know that I have complete faith in you.” That was her sister, optimistic as ever, Christa even imagined the smile she wore as she
Christa blinked. There were worse things than losing her life, but what if she was trapped forever, or cursed on this mission? Katia would never know what happened, or worse, come looking. She hoped, if Mornel could still remember his own name, that he’d have the wit enough to realize to send a message back to Katia, if the sniper didn’t make it. “Thanks Katia, I think you’ll do a great job at school, and make a bunch of new friends there. I believe in you too.”
It was sincere, but then Katia -she thought she heard a sniffle, but it was a sentimental moment, after all- interrupted and said, “I have to go, Martha’s telling me it’s bedtime. Nice talking to you sis, I’ll keep in touch, okay?”
“Alright Kat, Goodnight, and just know, I love you.” Christa heard the warmth of her tone melt over the little holes of the phone’s microphone, and carry throughout the verses.
“Love you too, sis.”
The phone cut out. Christa snapped it shut, and looked up at the cave. Not much had changed, and she’d been inconveniently called by her sister, which could’ve alerted the weeping angels of her presence, but at least Katia was alive now, so she couldn’t complain. Christa would find a way to take the weeping angels out, but for now, she chose to wait just a little longer. She’d been influenced by the powerful fear she’d felt and had spooked herself out of the den, now she sat with her eyes on the cave, and she tried her best, not to let her eyes blink.
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