Part 29

Jun. 24th, 2006 12:52 am
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... No, you don't get a clever opening for this. Only warnings that would be spoilers and a request to please don't shoot the Author. ~_~


Moving slowly to the edge of the spotlight's beam, Val cupped his hands together. His palms tingled, the air trapped between them warming quickly. The buzzing in the back of his mind grew stronger, turning to a low-pitched hum that vibrated through his bones. Somewhere on the periphery of his vision and awareness, Steve was edging slowly down the hill, but Val's attention was focused on the dark-haired man emerging from the culvert.

That man... he was the one... dangerous. Infectious. Not to be trusted.

The hum shifted tones, became a steady stream of inaudible words and Val stretched his hands out, and back, and out again. He closed his eyes, concentrating on the words he couldn't quite hear and the energy building between his hands. Out and back. Out. Back. A stretching motion. Pulling something into existence.

This is mine, he thought, fiercely.

The earth was cool beneath his feet, grass caressing his soles. A faint breeze carried the scent of stale water, rotting vegetation, and fear, sharp and bright as a weapon.

His eyes snapped open.

Halfway down the hill now, moving faster and faster, gravity barely binding him.

And his staff was in his hands again, comfortable, familiar. His in energy, in essence, in the weight of promise and finality.

The name someone screamed had no meaning for him.

The words in his head told him what he had to do.


Tamsin's initial disbelief turned to deep fear and adrenaline-fueled panic very very quickly. The cop he could deal with, but that... that thing that masqueraded as human....

Nothing human could move that fast --

he's not human

-- but there must be something in what he'd found at Kurosai. Some code, some word, some way to stop it.

Tamsin stumbled back a step reflexively as the figure turned to a blur of motion. The cop's yell barely registered and it certainly did nothing to even slow the creature's advance.

Something! Anything!

His subconscious reached for self-defense, and he dropped into a martial arts stance learned years ago, while the rest of his brain reached for any possible key from the files he'd skimmed.

"GK... 9... uh..." he began.

He could count the seconds, feel the individual beats of his heart.

Could see the golden glow of inhuman eyes, feel the air move before the sweep of a staff --

"DELETE!" he screamed, moving in a futile attempt to deflect the crushing blow.

And it collapsed in a heap at his feet, staff tumbling off harmlessly sideways.

He stared down at the figure, so beyond surprised that he had no way to describe the emotion. His hands fell to his sides, palms damp. He hadn't done anything....

The bark of a gun split the night as he raised his head to look for the cop.

He almost didn't feel it, didn't register that the cop had fired at him until he crumpled helplessly to the ground. The bullet had torn through his chest, he saw, staring down at the stain spreading on his shirt. A direct shot to the heart, meant to kill a violent criminal when there were no other options left. But he wasn't. But there were.... But --

The pain hit in the same instant as realization.


oh no

it's not supposed to fucking hurt

oh Ran

oh god i'm sorry....


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