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Cladissa stared at the Furie in abject horror. She knew she should avert her eyes (it simply was not polite for a lady to stare), yet she found that she could not. The grip on her parasol tightened, her knuckles turning white from the pressure they exerted.

3/1/2009 #31
Chasing Skylines

This always happened. Stupid things, no, monsters, trailed after him like an ever-present plague.

A drawn out hissing, like marred glass scraping off rusty chains, came from the Furie. "Tartarus... you..." The Erinyes, her eyes dripping blood, turned her demonic gaze upon the other two at the bus stop. "... all."

3/1/2009 #32

Leon was on his feet in seconds - fists clenched at the ready, and teeth bared. He didn't like the look of this thing one little bit - and what he didn't like, he hit till it went away or died.

The creature - whatever she...it...was returned the snarl in kind.

Like one would go to squash a fly, the creature's taloned hand shot forward, straight for Leon's head. He did what only seemed sensible, ducked, and barrelled forward to make a head-butt to it's stomach...it really wasn't the best of ideas. On contact, the skin of Leon's forehead blistered and burned, charred by whatever form of energy it was that emanated from this creature. The shock of the move took her down, but she swiftly kicked a pained Leon from on top of her with one swift kick.

Leon crashed onto the pavement. He didn't get up.

The demon-woman rolled effortlessly up to her feet, and turned to Marcus and Cladissa with a predatory sneer.

3/1/2009 #33

Cladissa held her parasol out in front of her like a sword in the guard position. Though she was pale and shaking from head to toe, there was a resolute gleam in her eye as she prepared herself to face down the Furie.

Where, oh where, was Emaury?

3/1/2009 #34
Chasing Skylines

Marcus watched as Leon tackled the Furie and failed.

"Ancestors... oath... fiance... freedom," it sibilated. The Furie narrowed its eyes at him and hissed something else in bastardized Greek.

There was a brief shimmer in the air before it vanished, leaving behind putrid smoke and a pomegranate.

3/1/2009 . Edited 3/1/2009 #35

The smoke brought Leon around, choking. Gingerly, he raised himself from the pavement.

The front part of his face was a mess - a long, blistered streak, dotted with scrapes and scratches ran across his forehead, and from the top of his left cheekbone to the bottom of his chin ran a long, welt of a scratch, already puffy and oozing with blood.

"What the fuck was that?" he said, looking to Marcus for an explanation.

3/1/2009 #36

Such crude language! Though Cladissa quite agreed with the sentiment...

She settled a frosty glare upon Marcus, her parasol still at the ready.

3/1/2009 #37
Chasing Skylines

They were both glaring at him, not that the man had much of a reservoir of other expressions, but now it was even the well-dressed lady.

"I - I don't know." He picked up the pomengranate. It was charred and had the face of a screaming woman imprinted on the skin. Marcus threw it, like it was still burning, in front of Cladissa.

3/1/2009 #38

Cladissa shrieked and swatted at the fruit with her parasol. It connected, and the fruit went sailing into the side of the bus shelter, bouncing off the wall and rolling to a stop in front of Leon.

Her lovely parasol may now be ruined, but at least that pomegranate was nowhere near her person.

3/1/2009 . Edited 3/1/2009 #39

Leon stopped the rolling fruit with his foot, resting his weight lightly on top of it. Noticing the intensity of Marcus' gaze, he raised his eyebrows and tilted his head quizzically.

"You wanna tell me what this is?" he said.

3/1/2009 #40
Chasing Skylines

"My mother, grandmother, and daughter." The face had resembled the core structure and features of all of them.

"Do any of you feel different?" His stomach felt like a dragging pitfall tempting to crumple him into a heap on the ground.

3/1/2009 . Edited 3/1/2009 #41

"I feel cold..." Cladissa trailed off as a shiver wracked her slender frame.

3/1/2009 #42

At Marcus' words, Leon removed his foot from the strange fruit.

"Nope," he said, rubbing his neck, "I'm good."

He bent down, and picked up the pomegranate, turning it over in his hands.

"It smells funny," he muttered. A red dust was being left on his fingers with every turn. He didn't think anything of it until the numerous hairline cracks began to appear in the fruit's skin.

Something made a cracking sound, and Leon dropped the pomegranate as though it were electrified.

"Holy shit," he hissed, as it sailed down towards the pavement.

3/1/2009 . Edited 3/1/2009 #43
Chasing Skylines

The flung pomegranate sizzled and burst in a cloud of red dust. The smoke curled into one word, "Help," before fading and drifting down to settle against the ground.

Something grasped his insides. Marcus felt seizures wracking at his body before he tripped on pain and plunged onto the ground... through the red fog and sidewalk.

3/1/2009 #44

It had started in his fingers - the numbing, agonising spasms he'd hoped he'd never feel again. As the red dust dissapated, the feeling flooded through his body like a sadistic tide, freezing every muscle, bone and joint in his body into paralysis. Panic set in. He tried to move, tried to scream, but nothing - he was transfixed to the pavement.

*Move* he willed to his foot - too anything within him. His toe twitched, but the numbing, tingling pain doubled sharply. Through his frozen jaw came a muffled scream of pain.

"Do only as I tell you, wretch -" came a voice from within that was not his own, "or I shall make you suffer."

3/1/2009 #45

Cladissa panicked as the red mist drew towards her, but she was cornered in the shelter, and there was nowhere to run. As the red dust engulfed her, she screamed "Emaury!" but she knew in her heart that he would not come.

And so she despaired.

3/1/2009 #46
Chasing Skylines

The ground felt like it was liquidizing, yet its appearance remained the same.

Marcus began sinking through the concrete. He grasped at Leon's legs and Cladissa's parasol, inadvertently realizing he was tugging them down, down with him...

3/1/2009 . Edited 3/1/2009 #47

*Damn psychic freaks* Leon growled inwardly *Why the fuck do they always go in my head...*

"Because there's just so much room in here," the voice cackled. Suddenly, the mirth in it's voice died, as Leon felt Marcus' hand grasp his ankle.

"That hand -" the voice snarled "Stamp on it!"

Instinctively, Leon's free leg raised, hovering above the fragile dip of Marcus' wrist.

Going from fighting to move to fighting not to, Leon felt his teeth bite deep down into his tongue in exertion from the effort.

"Do it!" the voice commanded, "Do it now!"

*Shan't* Leon thought. It was the last conscious one he had, as his whole body seemed to short circuit, and his eyes rolled back into his head.

3/1/2009 #48

The parasol slipped from Cladissa's nerveless fingers. It had been a present to her from Emaury, but at the moment, she did not care. The icy hole where her heart should be was omnipresent in her mind, the cold stealing its way through her veins and numbing the core of her spirit.

3/1/2009 #49

Although his eyes remained rolled firmly back in his skull, the whites standing out eerily against his dark skin, Leon's limp head suddenly snapped back up to attention. He took in, through seemingly sightless eyes, the prone, and half sunken figure of Marcus, and his face contorted into a snarl beyond human capability. Again, it tried to move it's leg, but too late - both ankles were firmly mired into the pavement. As Marcus began to vanish entirely, a great suction began to come from beneath. Leon, or rather, Leon's body tried to disengage itself, but while the tarmac of the pavement seemed to have softened to an almost liquid density in one direction, it remained as solid and unyielding in the other.

Leon hissed in anger, and then noticed the girl, still sat in her seat, deadened, glassy eyes staring blankly ahead like a lifeless doll.

With slow deliberation, Leon reached out with one hand, the fingers warping in length and build as they did so, before latching tightly around her throat.

Her pulse hammered deliciously into the palm of his hand, and if he squeezed tightly enough, the claws of his thumb and central finger could touch one another with ease.

Roughly he yanked the woman's limp form from her seat. Where his claws dug into her throat, small beads of blood were welling up - salted, liquid rubies, just begging to be tasted.

When was the last time he'd eaten?

Too long...

3/1/2009 #50
Chasing Skylines

Marcus watched with wide eyes as the dysfunctional and gruesome man seized the lady's throat, piercing the skin until blood spurted. The man directed his gaze intently on the drips of blood.

Marcus' mouth had sunk beneath the surface of the sidewalk, disabling his ability to yell. His limbs felt bound. As his forehead departed through, the expanse of ground the bus stop was situated on buckled, sending all three persons plunging into unknown depths.

3/1/2009 #51

The pain of the claws digging into her throat rudely woke Cladissa from her torpor. Her eyes widened with panic as she felt her own blood trickling down the delicate skin of her neck, seeping into her collar and down her bosom. Frantic, Cladissa grabbed hold of her parasol.

But then the ground collapsed beneath her and she was falling, falling, parasol in hand, the madman's fingers still tight around her throat.

With no other recourse, Cladissa began to whack the madman with her stylish silk-and-lace sunscreen, adrenaline lending her greater strength than her slight frame belied. One swat, two swats, three! And then she was free of his hold, the spindly fingers of his hand shattered by the force of her barrage.

It was only after a final strike which sent the man flying a good distance away from her that Cladissa recalled that she was falling, and that her skirts were fluttering up around her head. Mortified, she quickly attempted to push the draperies back down to preserve her modesty, though she feared that both men had gained a good long look at her bloomers and garters.

How embarassing.

3/2/2009 #52

With a head that felt as thick and frazzled as a hundred angered wasps trapped in rancid syrup, Leon tried to open his eyes.

He could smell blood - making him feel starving and sick at the same time. His body didn't feel like his own - every limb was as limp and dead as a rag doll. He was aware of some dull pain in his hand - although he couldn't have told you which one...

Come to think of it, he couldn't have told you much about anything.

Lids cracking slowly open, Leon realised he was falling - rapidly...headfirst.


3/2/2009 #53
Chasing Skylines

Just before they made the final impact that would surely obliterate their frames, there was a puff of air that cushioned the fall.

The atmosphere was humid and the ground parched. An arid wheat field covered much of the area, with a signpost to the edge. Apshodel Fields had been scribbled across the cracking board.

3/2/2009 #54

...when Leon's feet hit ground, his legs immediately gave way beneath him, and he didn't get back up. He just lay there, face down, on the dusty ground that stunk of dirt. After a moment, he clumsily rolled over onto his back, and then saw the drying blood that coated the fingers of one hand (which were sticking out at quite strange angles, for some reason). With a hiss, he tried to jerk up straight - and immediately regretted attempting such a movement. He clutched his head, and curled up in a ball. Out of the corner of his eye, he could see that the prim little woman had a nasty set of cresent welts around her throat - that could only mean one thing.

Leon screwed his eyes up tight and pressed his forehead to his knees.

"I'm sorry," he said. "I'm so, so sorry."

3/2/2009 #55

Cladissa touched down in a cloud of dust, her legs giving way beneath her. She felt dizzy from the shock caused by the absurdity of earlier events, and she feared that she might swoon. The lacerations on her neck were thankfully shallow, and as she reached up to touch the savaged expanse of skin, Cladissa was relieved to find the wounds already clotting and the blood already spilt caking. Her dress was ruined, but she did not care; at the least, she was still alive, and that was more important than an article of clothing.

She ignored the apologizing man.

3/3/2009 #56

Up until now, he had done his best to ignore it - the way that woman over-dressed to the nines just let her gaze lose focus whenever she looked in his direction, and the way her head always turned so sharply to look elsewhere should he even glance at her.

Fucking bitch. Who did she think she was? What did she think he was?

He got to his feet, ignoring the shakiness in his legs, and strode over to the woman.

"Hey!" he snarled, dipping his head down so that his glare met her gaze. "What the fuck's your problem? I just ripped a load of holes in your neck - don't you have anything to say about that?"

3/3/2009 #57

The dizziness grew more profound, and Cladissa took great pains not to expell the contents of her stomach. As stars danced before her eyes and an army of carillons began clanging, she was only vaguely away of Leon's presence. His snarling, however, bowled through the haze in her mind, tipping the fragile balance towards silence.

And so Cladissa fainted.

3/3/2009 #58
Chasing Skylines

There was a cool splash against the back of his neck. Marcus stood upright and walked towards the woman. He scooped her up, his limbs robotic, and carried her off, treading through the still stalks of stale grass.

3/3/2009 #59

Leon watched the two strange people go - mildly miffed, and rather perplexed. He'd expected the prissy woman to scream at him, slap him or cry, not pass out on the floor. He'd been moments away from poking her with her own umbrella when the odd man who'd pulled them into this weird-ass field suddenly scooped her up and started to stride away.

"Hey!" he called out after him, but got no answer. So he scowled, and repeated himself at twice the volume.

"Hey! Where the hell you going?"

The man didn't even look around, just kept walking.

Leon huffed, and took a look at his surroundings. It didn't look good - the same scrubby sheafs of grass and dust as far as the eye could see in every direction. Exactly how was he meant to get out? He had some important shit that needed sorting out back in the real world.

*Follow them*

It was that voice again. Leon's fingers were going numb. Against his will, his legs began to move in the direction of the retreating man, picking up speed to a run.

3/3/2009 . Edited 5/11/2010 #60
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