EPILOGUE
Crystal blue water lapped at the salt stained beams and posts of a great dock. Giant ships rocked back and forth with each wave. The boards that covered the docks were being stained white with each crashing wave. Foot prints could be seen imprinted along it's planks. One set strayed from the mass of shapes, it snaked towards the door of a large dilapidated warehouse.
The door squeaked open with an unearthly squeal. A man surrounded by the light of a nearby lighthouse, stepped through the door. He left it open, to light the inside with the slow, pale passing of the light.
The white light glinted off of six chromed barrels that hung down on the man's right side. The weapon was partially blocked from view by a long black leather trench coat, which hung snuggly around his shoulders.
"Looking for me?" the voice came from above and to the left of his current position. A man, shadowed in darkness stood on a catwalk, overlooking the entire building.
The voice caused a shiver to go down Hawk's spine. Images, of a battlefield flashed through his mind "Get out of there before you get blown apart..." the voice, this time full of static echoed in his skull. With a shake of his head, he dismissed the thought as quickly as it had appeared.
"Depends," the words escaped his mouth like a cold wind blowing through a graveyard. "Are you the one called Filter?"
************************************************************************
I really need input on whether I should continue this story or leave it by itself.
Crystal blue water lapped at the salt stained beams and posts of a great dock. Giant ships rocked back and forth with each wave. The boards that covered the docks were being stained white with each crashing wave. Foot prints could be seen imprinted along it's planks. One set strayed from the mass of shapes, it snaked towards the door of a large dilapidated warehouse.
The door squeaked open with an unearthly squeal. A man surrounded by the light of a nearby lighthouse, stepped through the door. He left it open, to light the inside with the slow, pale passing of the light.
The white light glinted off of six chromed barrels that hung down on the man's right side. The weapon was partially blocked from view by a long black leather trench coat, which hung snuggly around his shoulders.
"Looking for me?" the voice came from above and to the left of his current position. A man, shadowed in darkness stood on a catwalk, overlooking the entire building.
The voice caused a shiver to go down Hawk's spine. Images, of a battlefield flashed through his mind "Get out of there before you get blown apart..." the voice, this time full of static echoed in his skull. With a shake of his head, he dismissed the thought as quickly as it had appeared.
"Depends," the words escaped his mouth like a cold wind blowing through a graveyard. "Are you the one called Filter?"
************************************************************************
I really need input on whether I should continue this story or leave it by itself.
