06-05-2016, 06:15 PM
Hours became days, days became weeks, and after a few, many things had indeed changed. Behemoth dwelled in the shadows, holding the girl, Katia, captive until she had talked, or at least, had lost the will to resist, and when that happened, Behemoth learned more than he could have ever wished. Behemoth learned everything.
The secondary had gotten several sunburns on his visits to the school, which he allowed the girl to go to, on special occasions. She would learn much more where Behemoth was keeping her, after all. The family she had been staying with? That was easy. Warping the mind was simple, if you knew your way around it. He had, however, come to the dilemma to simply erase their memories -since he had learned long ago that killing or causing the deaths of those he had encountered actually caused more suspicion, than causing his enemies more suffering than death could provide- though, Behemoth would’ve liked to cover his tracks more efficiently, he erased the memories of Martha and the family, and instead left them, at the much persistent pleas of the girl, Katia, let them alone after that.
Perhaps after this whole fiasco and scheme was done, he’d finish them like the pests they were. Until then however, the happiness of the girl meant that she would be willing to train. Behemoth had plans for her, big plans, and even larger for her sister. A sinister smile crept up where only shadows met the corners of his mouth. Today however, Katia was at school. She knew the consequences if she attempted anything, especially with that sister of hers simply a phone call away, and growing stronger and stronger every day.
The kidnapper kept an eye on the girl throughout the day, as well as visited his hot date, some secretary that worked in the school office. She was useful, among other things. Though he didn’t have to keep a physical eye on the girl, since it would be easy for Behemoth to tell if the girl had sent a message, or vice versa, due to his telepathic abilities, he had found himself enjoying the mayhem he caused when he left his hidden cave. His abilities, when he wanted them to, had a most powerful effect on people, and luckily, sometimes Primes. Not only were they unrivaled, but they were nearly immune to the feeble protests Katia’s own abilities had put up. Had it all been a rouse, and the girl, playing ‘nice’ only to risk it all on one vain attempt to get in touch with her prime sister who had deserted her, and was God knew where, it was safe to say that Behemoth would know.
As he was browsing the streets, he thought he caught a flicker of a familiar thought, and as he turned the street corner, having in fact seen Millie, swarming the streets, he had also been caught by new of something, which was spreading faster than wildfire in the minds of the many.
Crowds had not only formed around a poster, but the collected mind of society was also remarking about a certain announcement made by a very famous man on the news. In order to confirm this, however, Behemoth rushed to the nearest poster, assigned to many walls that very morning, in the streets of Costa Del Sol. It was, as you might believe, a very simple poster.
Still, Behemoth hissed as he tore it away from the wall, and held it in his hands for a variable second, before allowing the thick parchment to crumple in the rage of his healthier hands.
The poster was for Karl Jak’s newest “event” which was sure to be publicized, Behemoth’s snarl turned into a smile, and the next thing the secondary did was go online, and watch the video, baiting in primes of all kinds to come and investigate a mystery on his island.
Behemoth’s hopes rose at the thought of a gateway where anything could be. The video concluded, and the man knew what he had to do. It was time to use the many cards in his deck, to get the one thing he wanted most. He would bet anything and everything to get the thing his life had lacked for too long, the loss that had driven the man insane.
It took him not moments, but what seemed like sooner still, to rush out from the city streets in a blaze of passion, and dial a very particular number on the girl’s phone. He could finally have everything he wanted, and Behemoth, had been waiting long enough.
The secondary had gotten several sunburns on his visits to the school, which he allowed the girl to go to, on special occasions. She would learn much more where Behemoth was keeping her, after all. The family she had been staying with? That was easy. Warping the mind was simple, if you knew your way around it. He had, however, come to the dilemma to simply erase their memories -since he had learned long ago that killing or causing the deaths of those he had encountered actually caused more suspicion, than causing his enemies more suffering than death could provide- though, Behemoth would’ve liked to cover his tracks more efficiently, he erased the memories of Martha and the family, and instead left them, at the much persistent pleas of the girl, Katia, let them alone after that.
Perhaps after this whole fiasco and scheme was done, he’d finish them like the pests they were. Until then however, the happiness of the girl meant that she would be willing to train. Behemoth had plans for her, big plans, and even larger for her sister. A sinister smile crept up where only shadows met the corners of his mouth. Today however, Katia was at school. She knew the consequences if she attempted anything, especially with that sister of hers simply a phone call away, and growing stronger and stronger every day.
The kidnapper kept an eye on the girl throughout the day, as well as visited his hot date, some secretary that worked in the school office. She was useful, among other things. Though he didn’t have to keep a physical eye on the girl, since it would be easy for Behemoth to tell if the girl had sent a message, or vice versa, due to his telepathic abilities, he had found himself enjoying the mayhem he caused when he left his hidden cave. His abilities, when he wanted them to, had a most powerful effect on people, and luckily, sometimes Primes. Not only were they unrivaled, but they were nearly immune to the feeble protests Katia’s own abilities had put up. Had it all been a rouse, and the girl, playing ‘nice’ only to risk it all on one vain attempt to get in touch with her prime sister who had deserted her, and was God knew where, it was safe to say that Behemoth would know.
As he was browsing the streets, he thought he caught a flicker of a familiar thought, and as he turned the street corner, having in fact seen Millie, swarming the streets, he had also been caught by new of something, which was spreading faster than wildfire in the minds of the many.
Crowds had not only formed around a poster, but the collected mind of society was also remarking about a certain announcement made by a very famous man on the news. In order to confirm this, however, Behemoth rushed to the nearest poster, assigned to many walls that very morning, in the streets of Costa Del Sol. It was, as you might believe, a very simple poster.
Still, Behemoth hissed as he tore it away from the wall, and held it in his hands for a variable second, before allowing the thick parchment to crumple in the rage of his healthier hands.
The poster was for Karl Jak’s newest “event” which was sure to be publicized, Behemoth’s snarl turned into a smile, and the next thing the secondary did was go online, and watch the video, baiting in primes of all kinds to come and investigate a mystery on his island.
Behemoth’s hopes rose at the thought of a gateway where anything could be. The video concluded, and the man knew what he had to do. It was time to use the many cards in his deck, to get the one thing he wanted most. He would bet anything and everything to get the thing his life had lacked for too long, the loss that had driven the man insane.
It took him not moments, but what seemed like sooner still, to rush out from the city streets in a blaze of passion, and dial a very particular number on the girl’s phone. He could finally have everything he wanted, and Behemoth, had been waiting long enough.
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