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Post by citizenmike on May 18, 2009 10:54:38 GMT -5
The first thing Johnny saw as he entered the room was the bed. Looking down at it, he remembered waking up all too well; he was lying on his back, as she lay on her side, away from him. At first he thought he scored lucky, but quickly dismissed it as he noticed their clothes were still on. Then he turned around and kneeled before her to glimpse at her face; he had to stay- he had to wait for her to wake.
Johnny dropped to his knees and began looking under the bed.
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Post by wingedwarrior on May 18, 2009 10:58:33 GMT -5
Daemon, stopped Johnny.
"Don't touch that symbol. That symbol, it is so similar to me, but it is giving bad energy. Its fueling me with bad energy. A clue I think."
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Post by Trace on May 18, 2009 11:00:08 GMT -5
Trace picked up the gemstone that he had kept in his pocket. It was now lit a dark black. Trace had yet to grasp its purpose, or the reason it changed colour. Trace noticed that particular attention was being paid to the bed.
"Anything under there? I'd look myself but it already looks a bit overcrowded."
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Post by citizenmike on May 18, 2009 11:02:51 GMT -5
"I can't see anything.", Johnny said. "Then again, its too dark to tell." Johnny reached his arm inside, there's was something there... Some sort of depression. "I can feel something."
Johnny rose up and said, "Let's move this bed."
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Post by wingedwarrior on May 18, 2009 11:03:08 GMT -5
"Yeah, Trace, don't touch the symbol. Its familiar to me. Very. The energy, its overwhelming....my eyes, they turn to the color of blood. And I feel as if I have sucked millions of souls. I--don't know what to say. Just dont touch it."
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Post by wingedwarrior on May 18, 2009 11:04:49 GMT -5
Daemon nods, but he is too overwhelmed to move. Everything about that symbol was bewildering. He felt so good, so powerful--but he knew that symbol contained shadows, harm and desperation.
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Post by citizenmike on May 18, 2009 11:08:05 GMT -5
Johnny positioned himself before the bed and began pushing it back. Looking at Daemon, he asked, "Kid, are you alright?"
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Post by Trace on May 18, 2009 11:17:21 GMT -5
"Course the kids alright, didn't you hear him talking about sucking millions of souls." Trace said sarcastically. "Move away from the bed kid, I'm not taking any risks with people feeling all soul suckery around here."
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Post by wingedwarrior on May 18, 2009 11:20:22 GMT -5
"I dont know how to answer that question, Johnny. I am speechless really. I need you to understand me. I cannot hide under this mask anymore---this mask of some foolish child trying to play barbie with a bunch of WWE Action figures. Basically, I am a guy that has been everywhere. Hell, Heaven, Purgatory, some alien planet of whatever. But every way, I have been kicked out. I probably confuse you because I am hard to understand. I have wings--blade wings, I fly but I can use those wings as weapons. People think I am some guardian angel because I save their lives but later on take their souls....by command (hate it). I had to kill... Never-mind that. I am so stupid blurting everything out. But its not even everything. Its that symbol, it is making me fueld, making me feel so powerful---like a vampire draining millions, it is making me say everything in the tip of my head. I have seen that symbol, it is so clear to me now, its the cross-road symbol. A symbol only seen in the bridge of purgatory. Dont underestimate purgatory...its both evil and good.... and rather confusing. I can decipher that symbol, it will take time but I can. Leave me here. I need to be left alone. This symbol--its. Leave this room, well stay in contact."
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Post by citizenmike on May 18, 2009 11:26:45 GMT -5
"Is it me, or are all the angles that wind up down here either dark or fallen?" Revealing the symbol beneath the bed, Johnny looked at Daemon and said, "You've got five minutes, kid."
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Post by Trace on May 18, 2009 11:27:47 GMT -5
'He knows it all, he knows about purgatory for hells sake. If he found out the truth about me, then I'm screwed. I cant let that happen.'
"To hell will we leave." Trace shouted, his voice rising to a level where an echo could be heard around the room. "If this symbol is doing something to you, then maybe it'd be safer for us all if we just took care of your little problem here and now."
Trace's palms erupted in flames. He pushed past Johnny, towards the kid, with one purpose on his mind. To take care of this problem before it became a problem for him.
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Post by citizenmike on May 18, 2009 11:30:07 GMT -5
Johnny drew his gun and said, "Be cool, man."
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Post by wingedwarrior on May 18, 2009 11:44:36 GMT -5
Daemon chuckled, he couldn't help but chuckle, it was probably the energy being omitted. It completely changed his demeanor. He knew that any presence of power, he could suck, he could manipulate or mirror. In easier terms, he manipulates power, he feeds on wasted energy, (i.e a running person, the heat from the body, the stress, the spiritual movement-). Thats how he lived as a reaper---but not as the 'head guardian angel', and thats how he gained his power, by manipulating energy around him (off corse it would have been totally different if he had Daeshek, which he cant channel). He knew that the world was filled with energy. Energy being any movement, or the essence of living things. Even dead things had energy---energy also being spiritual force (in case of dead things, he keeps the energy retained from them).
An evil glow appeared in his eyes, his blade wings, now tinted with his own blood, was made into two crescent blades that could seemingly slice through anything.
"Dude, take a chill pill, I might have one in my pocket. You are so silly to think, I know about you. I only heard about you when I met you," Daemon said playfully. "Look, Trace, I understand you have something against me and I will not give any false pretenses, but think before you strike," Daemon said with his poker face on. He had no intention to harm Trace, yes, he had unknown evil energy in him but a pacifist he remained.... (ironic)
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Post by citizenmike on May 18, 2009 11:47:47 GMT -5
Johnny held himself steady where he was; he was ready for anything. He stood still and waited to see things play out.
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Post by Trace on May 18, 2009 11:50:03 GMT -5
"Think before I strike?" Trace said, with mix of laughter and anger, "the problem you have kid, is that no matter what you do to me, I will just keep healing, and I'll come back stronger. That's how I survived down there, and that's how I intend to survive up here."
Trace blinked, and when his eyes reopened they were now a shade of crimson. Black markings had begun to form around his eyes, and were now consuming his body. The flames turned a bright blue, and became hotter than any human could survive if touched.
"So the real question is, how long can you hold out before I tear your eyes out?"
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