Post by The « Scith » on Jun 1, 2006 18:30:02 GMT -5
( Ok. I did not go over board with this, but I figured this was enough to introduce you guys to two of the main characters in a story I am writing. It is also going to be tied into Christians History. =P )
Part 1: Introductions
Self-satisfaction. This was the reason he was staring down the barrel of a gun. He had come back, in his own stream of thoughts, and now found himself face to face with a cruel expression, and a cold piece of steel. A warning had been given long before, and multiple times, he had been beaten and dropped off, today wasnt the same case. The female he was looking at had grown quite tired of dealing with this sort of thing every other week, and she full well ready to pull the trigger on that firearm and just watch this whole situation disapear as if it were another brush of her shoulder to clense it away. "Give me one good reason, why I should put a bullet in your forehead Mr. Jones. Because I just cant seem to find one on my own." She said, no hint of amusement on her face, even though the said male had a little smile on his face."I cant really give you one now - " He was cut off right there, hand moving and the barrel of that .44 Magnum was now pressing nice and tight against his lips, a bit of a scowl appearing on her face to show she was not pleased. " Do you think this is some sort of joke Mr. Jones? I am far from amused, and quite frankly, your just not that funny." She snapped at him.
The point she had made seemed to have gotten across to him, that the gun placed to his lips now was not just another example of their hospitality, one little step-up now and he would be leaving out of here in a body bag. It may have been odd, but just the thought of that sent a shiver up his spine, not from fear, but from the sheer surge of adrenaline that was now flowing quickly through his veins. A set of blue eyes had come up from staring at that pointing barrel to look into the red veiled hues of his captor. " Tell me something.. why is it.. all of you are the same? You believe in only what you can see. You think that a single bullet is enough to solve any problem you may face as time goes on? Its ironic isnt it? The type of mindset you have, has proven "correct" thus far.. sadly... today is the day its going to be wrong. " This even managed to get a grin on the face of that femme fatale, staring right back at him with a bit more amusement showing. He had the audacity to speak to her in that manner? That was the only thing she could think as she pulled the trigger back on that Magnum, which drew the hammer back hard, and then slammed it back against the gun, setting off the cap on the back of the projectile meant to finish him off.
It was within the blink of an eye, that the small tinge of light had come from the gun, with the same small essence of smoke, yet the bullet had not hit its target, it had been off, a little to far off for it to have been aimed at Jones. Instead, it was a sudden rush of pain surging from her abdomen that had forced her gaze downwards, thats when she realized the gun barrel was pressed right up against where her belly button had once been, Mr. Jones's hand right against her wrist, as the other was placed lightly on her neck, a smile on his face. " Things in the past, are things in the past.. and its so sad. As you were kind of cute... rest now." Lips were placed on her forehead and he released her body, watching as she fell down to her knees, he just passed her by, while she had an expression of sheer disbelief on her face. She couldnt believe what had just happened.. or rather, she didnt want to believe what had just happened. "How?.." The only word she uttered to him as his hand fell onto the cold steel of the door to his freedom. " If you would have opened up your eyes sooner.. perhaps we wouldnt need to discuss this.. its been nice Jen.. but I am afraid you have to die.. "
Those were the final things said as he walked from the door way, heading out into the hall, what looked to be a tinged ring hung around his neck now, almost like a tarnished gold. A set of black horns were on his forehead, that was all she could manage to see as vision began to go black. Questioning in her mind, as she drifted into sleep, of what exactly had he been. While, Jones himself was there, a cellphone placed against his ear. " The address? 435 West Street. A person has been shot. " On the other end of a phone, the operator asked him for his name, but it was met with nothing more then the click of a line gone dead. He had hung up, and put that phone back into his pocket, walking away from the building with his hood drawn up over his head, hiding him away from any of the on lookers. "Dont die just yet.. there is so much left for me to show you Jennifer.."
Part 2: Hearing the Whispers
Why am I still alive? The last thing I can remember, is a pain rushing up my body..
The voice in her head was her own, and yet, she could not recognize it, even as hard as she tried, it seemed to be pulling her away, as if she was drifting aimlessly into a void, in which nothing could fill. She couldnt open her eyes, for they were already open, and yet, she could see nothing, just laying there on the table, staring upwards into the ceiling over her room, the rythm of the machines riddled around the bed, the slow movements of plastic rising and falling, the artifical lungs doing the breathing for her, while an array of wires and tubes kept her body and brain alive. The steady sound of her hear being kept track of with each passing beat, and even the movement of feet around her as the nurses passed to get to the other patients in the room.
What.. is this place?.. those foot steps.. cant you hear me d**n it! IF I AM ALIVE I DONT NEED THESE MACHINES!
Yet no matter how hard she tried, it seemed to do no good, she was drifting above her body now, looking down at the room around her, a hosptial ward. The scent of lysol was clearly floating in the air, giving everything that over cleaned stench.. the sort that plagued her lungs and forced her to wince, even though her body lay unmoving. She didnt know what was going on, nor did she care, she could only think of one name.. Jones. He had caused this, whatever it was. He was responsible for this, and he would have to fix it.. right?
"Its alright Jennifer.. rest well, do not fret the nightmares.."
A hand had just touched lightly over her brow, running down over her cheek, a distinct smile on the figures face, yet the rest of it was hidden from view by the hood that hung over his face, a distinct difference seemed apparent, almost like he was calm, gentle, and at the same time, there was the fact that no matter how many people passed, no one seemed to notice him, nor did any of the other patients in the ward, he was just resting there in a chair, looking down at her, he didnt appear to have any intentions to harm or, or he would have already done so. No, it seemed, that what he was doing, was sending a cooling sensation through her body, and eyes were slowly closing back once more. Even with the steady beat of the machines it was sending her down into a light sleep.
Just... who... are... you?
A smile once more had come to his lips, in the same expression as he had shown her the first time they met, and the first time she watched him being beaten down, and yet not making any attempt to fight back what so ever.. Yet, it was different, the smile didnt give the odd chill it had at first, for some reason, it was causing her to calm, and her heart to settle back into its normal range of tension. His hand still lay at her cheek, as he leaned forwards, and pressed a gentle kiss to her forehead, which left a black mark, and slowly, it began to engulf her.. covering odd runes across her body, and then without warning she shot up, pulling the tube from her mouth and taking a deep breath, a cold sweat covering her body from head to toy, but she could see everything.. and her body no longer was as it had been, thats when a whisper finally struck her ear, giving the same chill it had caused before.
"Everything will be revealed in time Jennifer.. do not fear it."
Part 1: Introductions
Self-satisfaction. This was the reason he was staring down the barrel of a gun. He had come back, in his own stream of thoughts, and now found himself face to face with a cruel expression, and a cold piece of steel. A warning had been given long before, and multiple times, he had been beaten and dropped off, today wasnt the same case. The female he was looking at had grown quite tired of dealing with this sort of thing every other week, and she full well ready to pull the trigger on that firearm and just watch this whole situation disapear as if it were another brush of her shoulder to clense it away. "Give me one good reason, why I should put a bullet in your forehead Mr. Jones. Because I just cant seem to find one on my own." She said, no hint of amusement on her face, even though the said male had a little smile on his face."I cant really give you one now - " He was cut off right there, hand moving and the barrel of that .44 Magnum was now pressing nice and tight against his lips, a bit of a scowl appearing on her face to show she was not pleased. " Do you think this is some sort of joke Mr. Jones? I am far from amused, and quite frankly, your just not that funny." She snapped at him.
The point she had made seemed to have gotten across to him, that the gun placed to his lips now was not just another example of their hospitality, one little step-up now and he would be leaving out of here in a body bag. It may have been odd, but just the thought of that sent a shiver up his spine, not from fear, but from the sheer surge of adrenaline that was now flowing quickly through his veins. A set of blue eyes had come up from staring at that pointing barrel to look into the red veiled hues of his captor. " Tell me something.. why is it.. all of you are the same? You believe in only what you can see. You think that a single bullet is enough to solve any problem you may face as time goes on? Its ironic isnt it? The type of mindset you have, has proven "correct" thus far.. sadly... today is the day its going to be wrong. " This even managed to get a grin on the face of that femme fatale, staring right back at him with a bit more amusement showing. He had the audacity to speak to her in that manner? That was the only thing she could think as she pulled the trigger back on that Magnum, which drew the hammer back hard, and then slammed it back against the gun, setting off the cap on the back of the projectile meant to finish him off.
It was within the blink of an eye, that the small tinge of light had come from the gun, with the same small essence of smoke, yet the bullet had not hit its target, it had been off, a little to far off for it to have been aimed at Jones. Instead, it was a sudden rush of pain surging from her abdomen that had forced her gaze downwards, thats when she realized the gun barrel was pressed right up against where her belly button had once been, Mr. Jones's hand right against her wrist, as the other was placed lightly on her neck, a smile on his face. " Things in the past, are things in the past.. and its so sad. As you were kind of cute... rest now." Lips were placed on her forehead and he released her body, watching as she fell down to her knees, he just passed her by, while she had an expression of sheer disbelief on her face. She couldnt believe what had just happened.. or rather, she didnt want to believe what had just happened. "How?.." The only word she uttered to him as his hand fell onto the cold steel of the door to his freedom. " If you would have opened up your eyes sooner.. perhaps we wouldnt need to discuss this.. its been nice Jen.. but I am afraid you have to die.. "
Those were the final things said as he walked from the door way, heading out into the hall, what looked to be a tinged ring hung around his neck now, almost like a tarnished gold. A set of black horns were on his forehead, that was all she could manage to see as vision began to go black. Questioning in her mind, as she drifted into sleep, of what exactly had he been. While, Jones himself was there, a cellphone placed against his ear. " The address? 435 West Street. A person has been shot. " On the other end of a phone, the operator asked him for his name, but it was met with nothing more then the click of a line gone dead. He had hung up, and put that phone back into his pocket, walking away from the building with his hood drawn up over his head, hiding him away from any of the on lookers. "Dont die just yet.. there is so much left for me to show you Jennifer.."
Part 2: Hearing the Whispers
Why am I still alive? The last thing I can remember, is a pain rushing up my body..
The voice in her head was her own, and yet, she could not recognize it, even as hard as she tried, it seemed to be pulling her away, as if she was drifting aimlessly into a void, in which nothing could fill. She couldnt open her eyes, for they were already open, and yet, she could see nothing, just laying there on the table, staring upwards into the ceiling over her room, the rythm of the machines riddled around the bed, the slow movements of plastic rising and falling, the artifical lungs doing the breathing for her, while an array of wires and tubes kept her body and brain alive. The steady sound of her hear being kept track of with each passing beat, and even the movement of feet around her as the nurses passed to get to the other patients in the room.
What.. is this place?.. those foot steps.. cant you hear me d**n it! IF I AM ALIVE I DONT NEED THESE MACHINES!
Yet no matter how hard she tried, it seemed to do no good, she was drifting above her body now, looking down at the room around her, a hosptial ward. The scent of lysol was clearly floating in the air, giving everything that over cleaned stench.. the sort that plagued her lungs and forced her to wince, even though her body lay unmoving. She didnt know what was going on, nor did she care, she could only think of one name.. Jones. He had caused this, whatever it was. He was responsible for this, and he would have to fix it.. right?
"Its alright Jennifer.. rest well, do not fret the nightmares.."
A hand had just touched lightly over her brow, running down over her cheek, a distinct smile on the figures face, yet the rest of it was hidden from view by the hood that hung over his face, a distinct difference seemed apparent, almost like he was calm, gentle, and at the same time, there was the fact that no matter how many people passed, no one seemed to notice him, nor did any of the other patients in the ward, he was just resting there in a chair, looking down at her, he didnt appear to have any intentions to harm or, or he would have already done so. No, it seemed, that what he was doing, was sending a cooling sensation through her body, and eyes were slowly closing back once more. Even with the steady beat of the machines it was sending her down into a light sleep.
Just... who... are... you?
A smile once more had come to his lips, in the same expression as he had shown her the first time they met, and the first time she watched him being beaten down, and yet not making any attempt to fight back what so ever.. Yet, it was different, the smile didnt give the odd chill it had at first, for some reason, it was causing her to calm, and her heart to settle back into its normal range of tension. His hand still lay at her cheek, as he leaned forwards, and pressed a gentle kiss to her forehead, which left a black mark, and slowly, it began to engulf her.. covering odd runes across her body, and then without warning she shot up, pulling the tube from her mouth and taking a deep breath, a cold sweat covering her body from head to toy, but she could see everything.. and her body no longer was as it had been, thats when a whisper finally struck her ear, giving the same chill it had caused before.
"Everything will be revealed in time Jennifer.. do not fear it."
