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Post by wingedwarrior on May 19, 2009 0:29:18 GMT -5
Daemon knew that there was no escape out of room 4, he had no choice but to stay and face the mysteries below.
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Post by Tig on May 19, 2009 0:37:39 GMT -5
This wasn't good, this was weird, she didn't like whatever just happened. she was almost glad though, that it happened, because it meant she didn't have to tell what she was to the stranger, Daemon.
She left the room, and followed after Johnny, feeling completely creeped out, and uneasy. she didn't like what was happening.
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Post by citizenmike on May 19, 2009 0:41:35 GMT -5
Johnny ran towards the entrance of the motel to find it sealed off. Johnny shrugged and murmured, "Looks like were gonna be stuck here for awhile."
Johnny reached for his walkie-talkie and began speaking, "Roth, this is Johnny... Can you hear me?"
Johnny waited and looked up, it was starting to rain.
"Roth, this is Johnny. Do you copy? Whether you can hear this or not, but it appears that I'm either in hell or in some kind of alternate dimension. We found a symbol beneath the bed in room four, and the moment we deciphered it...", Johnny had to pull himself away from the talkie for a moment. God, he sounded crazy but why hasn't he lost his mind? "And... Before we knew it... Everything just turned to hell... Be careful, Roth. I lo..." Johnny stopped. It was too soon.
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Post by wingedwarrior on May 19, 2009 0:59:22 GMT -5
Daemon remained in what was Room 4.
I must be crazy to stay here thinking that it is for my own good, but I feel that I have too-- I feel great energy being emitted by this field. Besides the voices tell me to stay. I hear them lingering in my thoughts, slightly controlling my demeanor. What was I to do? Wait? Yes wait. Maybe walk around a bit---after all I am stuck here.
Daemon sprouted his wings, now sullied by blood. How Daemon hated red, blood red, it filled him now. Every part of him---his clothes marred with blood, his eyes red as blood and his pendant filled to the brim of red power. Red power, new to her that he wished he didn't feel.
" Gettt outt Daeemon, you have fueled now leave," The rasp voice reverberated throughout the room. For the first time in ages, he agreed with the voice. He was prepared to do something drastic, he quickly jumped out the window, his wings served as a shield, he was out of the hotel.
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Post by Tig on May 19, 2009 1:19:34 GMT -5
Anya came up beside Johnny, her body tense, and alert. "Johnny, I don't like this." She glanced to his walkie-talkie. "Everything feels like its being turned up side down, the walls closing in." She sucked in her breath, her eyes narrowing.
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Post by wingedwarrior on May 19, 2009 1:38:31 GMT -5
Daemon was out in great time, the building seemed to be about to collapse and an unknown being to emerge. He knew that it was no time to fool around. He needed to find the stranger, Anya, and Johnny. Something in him told him to stay. The red power was fueling him up. The energy it emitted overwhelmed Daemon. But he decided it would be best to leave, now was not the time to manipulate energy. He needed to contact the rest---this is when he realize he had left his walky talky in Room 4. He had no choice but to use his basic power of mind contact.
Johnny, Anya, where are you guys? Its Reaper, Daemon, whatever you want to call me. Look, this encounter reminds me of an event in the past. It cant be good. We must find the rest. I think I might have an idea why this happened. I think I unlocked a code by deciphering the symbol. I am not sure though, it is just analytical assumptions of mine.
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Post by citizenmike on May 19, 2009 3:32:41 GMT -5
Johnny turned back to see Daemon jumping out the window. The sky around them grew darker as Johnny approached him. Johnny took out a pack of Marlboro's and said, "You want, kid? You look like you can use one."
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Post by wingedwarrior on May 19, 2009 3:45:20 GMT -5
The sky above Johnny seemed to grow darker as he approached Daemon. Daemon's eyes, those blood diamonds shimmered a harsh red. He knew he was changing because of the symbol in Room 4. It seemed there must have been some aura around him. Around everyone. He wondered if he was the cause of the events happening in front of them. So much to think about--there was so much to ponder on. No time time for that now, though. He needed to move forward.
"Your forgetting one thing Johnny, I am underaged remember?" Bitterness blatant on Daemon's face.
He was not feeling himself lately. His mood, his attitude altered by the symbol.
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Post by citizenmike on May 19, 2009 3:47:46 GMT -5
Johnny placed a cigarette between his lips and lit it. Johnny pulled the cigarette away from his lips after a quick drag and said, "Then, what's a kid like you doing by posing as the reaper?"
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Post by wingedwarrior on May 19, 2009 3:53:52 GMT -5
Daemon chuckles. Posing. He was not posing, he was the Reaper, it does explain the scythe after all.
"Sorry Johnny, I couldn't help but laugh. Do I impress you like that? To think that I, a mere child, am the Reaper?"
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Post by citizenmike on May 19, 2009 3:57:58 GMT -5
"It does. In the life I left I was once what you were."
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Post by wingedwarrior on May 19, 2009 4:07:34 GMT -5
"Hmm? Pardon me? Are you saying you died and had no choice but to kill people when under the command of some ubiquitous hybrid alien who looks like my long gone grandfather? Trust me. If its just that, we are similar by a percent or so. I do more than what you think I do, Johnny. More," Daemon said, a vibe of sinister lurked around him.
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Post by citizenmike on May 19, 2009 4:56:17 GMT -5
"I'm just saying," Johnny shrugged. "You killed in the name of God and so did I. I just so happened to have taken pride in my work."
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Post by wingedwarrior on May 19, 2009 4:57:47 GMT -5
"I have time, what's your story."
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Post by citizenmike on May 19, 2009 5:08:27 GMT -5
"I was a hired killer who worked for the church, and few other unsavory characters. If they had their sins compelled them to die, they were sent to me." Johnny took a final drag before tossing the cigarette away. "But that was a long time ago and I'm not one to dwell on the past."
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