Christa was sure she wasn’t tripping, but so much of this tasted like a flashback. She couldn’t tell if what she had witnessed was reality, or a figment of truth, or an absolute lie. Maybe Omni thought he was funny, even. In the void, it was endlessly black, and things emerged from virtually nothing. It was the epitome of Omni’s sandbox. Here though, everything was clouded, she could’ve been trapped in her own mind, for all she knew, and the previous occurrence, just an illusion, or something her own mind had conjured up, in order for her consciousness to evade the truth.
Somehow, it was hard to say. Her heart was thumping loudly out of fear, and her footsteps were gradually becoming soundless as she ran in a random direction. This was supposed to be the verse with the Goddamned ocean, wasn’t it? So where the Hell was it?
The blonde tore on, ripping the low lying fog as her solid form cut through the intangible. Swarms and clumps of white clouded her vision, so much so that even her thoughts grew murky. Worry for her sister, Katia, swelled in her heart, while the thrills of anxiety sped up the tune of her heart. The pounding sound of her heartbeat mixed with her breathing trapped her ears, and Christa, before she knew it, was standing still, surrounded by the shady labyrinth of fog.
Adversity showed itself in ways she couldn’t even imagine, ever since she was small. Each time she encountered it, she got stronger, and her heart, hardened. When the Empire had captured her, she was tortured, or told to do the deed. Then they had tried to clone her, and as if they hadn’t done enough, finally, she agreed to train. Seeking any escape from the eternal torture methods they had tried on her, each, worse than the last, but the worst of all, had been her own mistake, just prior to her capture.
Katia... Dear God, let her be alive.
Christa tasted the dew on her tongue, and sprouting before her eyes were a few strands of her blonde hair, reminding her of her present reality. Oh, she was a mangy mess, on a mission which extra time could not be afforded, yet, she had found the time to get trapped on an island and die there, all this, searching for some nameless little girl... Maybe there was a metaphor in all that, but Christa couldn’t really give a damn. She just wanted her sister.
A sigh left her.
Another.
Once and for all, her lungs heaved more air in, as Christa who could not blow away all the fog, at least tried to clear her head. In her back pocket, she touched a cell phone, the screen immediately was drizzled with drops from the fog and the blonde played around, finally hesitating with her finger on the dial button, as the screen showed a selected “Abner White.”
No. She told herself, and placed the phone where she had gotten it. This is not his battle, it’s mine.
The blonde strode off choosing forward as her best direction, and was greeted by the soft sound of murmuring waves.
The instant her feet hit the soft padding of sand, the sniper was relieved. She could’ve rolled in it, kissed the ground as she rejoiced. Finally she was here. She pressed on until she could see the cold waves fill her shoes and stain the ground below her feet.
So what now? She asked herself as she picked a direction, going left, hoping it would lead her up the coastline until she ventured into town or to a dock. It was still the depths of night, and the bitter chill of the ocean breeze nibbled on the corners of her numbed cheeks. She felt nothing but determination to slay the villain who had wronged her. But she couldn’t just summon a boat and go sailing! This is one of the largest verses around! It could take years! She needed someone with experience. Maybe she could summon one of those, but Christa always had mixed feelings when summoning anything with a heartbeat.
On one hand, if she summoned someone to endure this life of hell, she could always kill them, and they would never backstab her or seek anything other than to serve. On the other hand, Christa did not want to be responsible for any more unnecessary pain. If she hired someone, she’d have to wait until dawn, which was two to three hours away, and they might get her lost simply out of human error anyway. Choices, choices.
Not another wave passed under her feet, icy like shards of glass stealing the last sensations of her toes as she held out her hand, and focused on a shimmering orb of Omnillium, that would soon resemble a face.
Somehow, it was hard to say. Her heart was thumping loudly out of fear, and her footsteps were gradually becoming soundless as she ran in a random direction. This was supposed to be the verse with the Goddamned ocean, wasn’t it? So where the Hell was it?
The blonde tore on, ripping the low lying fog as her solid form cut through the intangible. Swarms and clumps of white clouded her vision, so much so that even her thoughts grew murky. Worry for her sister, Katia, swelled in her heart, while the thrills of anxiety sped up the tune of her heart. The pounding sound of her heartbeat mixed with her breathing trapped her ears, and Christa, before she knew it, was standing still, surrounded by the shady labyrinth of fog.
Adversity showed itself in ways she couldn’t even imagine, ever since she was small. Each time she encountered it, she got stronger, and her heart, hardened. When the Empire had captured her, she was tortured, or told to do the deed. Then they had tried to clone her, and as if they hadn’t done enough, finally, she agreed to train. Seeking any escape from the eternal torture methods they had tried on her, each, worse than the last, but the worst of all, had been her own mistake, just prior to her capture.
Katia... Dear God, let her be alive.
Christa tasted the dew on her tongue, and sprouting before her eyes were a few strands of her blonde hair, reminding her of her present reality. Oh, she was a mangy mess, on a mission which extra time could not be afforded, yet, she had found the time to get trapped on an island and die there, all this, searching for some nameless little girl... Maybe there was a metaphor in all that, but Christa couldn’t really give a damn. She just wanted her sister.
A sigh left her.
Another.
Once and for all, her lungs heaved more air in, as Christa who could not blow away all the fog, at least tried to clear her head. In her back pocket, she touched a cell phone, the screen immediately was drizzled with drops from the fog and the blonde played around, finally hesitating with her finger on the dial button, as the screen showed a selected “Abner White.”
No. She told herself, and placed the phone where she had gotten it. This is not his battle, it’s mine.
The blonde strode off choosing forward as her best direction, and was greeted by the soft sound of murmuring waves.
The instant her feet hit the soft padding of sand, the sniper was relieved. She could’ve rolled in it, kissed the ground as she rejoiced. Finally she was here. She pressed on until she could see the cold waves fill her shoes and stain the ground below her feet.
So what now? She asked herself as she picked a direction, going left, hoping it would lead her up the coastline until she ventured into town or to a dock. It was still the depths of night, and the bitter chill of the ocean breeze nibbled on the corners of her numbed cheeks. She felt nothing but determination to slay the villain who had wronged her. But she couldn’t just summon a boat and go sailing! This is one of the largest verses around! It could take years! She needed someone with experience. Maybe she could summon one of those, but Christa always had mixed feelings when summoning anything with a heartbeat.
On one hand, if she summoned someone to endure this life of hell, she could always kill them, and they would never backstab her or seek anything other than to serve. On the other hand, Christa did not want to be responsible for any more unnecessary pain. If she hired someone, she’d have to wait until dawn, which was two to three hours away, and they might get her lost simply out of human error anyway. Choices, choices.
Not another wave passed under her feet, icy like shards of glass stealing the last sensations of her toes as she held out her hand, and focused on a shimmering orb of Omnillium, that would soon resemble a face.
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