Quicker one this time! Two in a day; my! I must be doing well. Or maybe being full of flu makes me more productive.
Enjoy!
This time; there would be no mistakes, no errors of judgment to stop him. Casting cold eyes around the ten bound people in front of him, he stretched; he was going to enjoy this.
Walking back from the bar, seeming more sober than she entered, Elizabeth suddenly felt strange. Freya stopped dead, "Elizabeth?"
The strength seemed to suddenly leave her, and she found herself on the floor.
Adam sat bolt upright, and locked eyes with Shu, "Another?"
The Egyptian nodded, "Yes. I am not inclined to believe this is a coincidence."
Standing, Adam pulled out his phone, "I'm calling Freya, you and I shall find this imbalance and stop it."
Some of them begged, some fought, others merely wept; regardless, he killed them all. As the last, a girl of no more than eight, dropped limp from his hand, he stood up with a long stretch; savouring the feeling of strength they brought him. Stepping out into the bustling street, he watched the swarms of people mill past the entrance to the small New York apartment; now full of bodies. He hated America, as he hated most things. This was an era of overindulgence, and greed. Once he defeated her, then he would see to them next.
Sitting up, Elizabeth realised she was back in the hotel room, "What happened?"
Freya was standing on the other side of the room, "The imbalance we all felt before, it came back. But it seems to be centred upon you. Shu and Adam are tracking it as we speak."
"What could cause it?"
Picking up a bottle of water from the table beside her, Freya threw it to Elizabeth, "We're not sure, yet. But Adam and Shu will find out."
On a street in New York, Adam's head snapped to the side, "In there."
Climbing the stairs, the two immortals readied themselves for a fight, Shu nodded to the door, "Three... two... one... now!"
Jumping forward, Adam burst down the apartment door. Shu charged in afterwards, only recoil in horror. "What happened here?"
Adam felt revulsion rising within him, and when his eyes rested on the child, he had to steady himself with the doorframe.
The eight corpses lay, wide eyes; expressions of horror remained etched into their dead faces. "Who could have done this?"
Gathering himself, Shu took a deep breath, "More to the point, where are they now?"
The gravel crunched satisfyingly under his feet as he boldly walked up the driveway. His main target wasn't inside, but she would come back like a bat out of hell once she heard what happened. His grip tightened around the knife in his hand. He could use an artefact, but he didn't want her to die too quickly. Walking up the steps, he froze. "That's not possible..."
But despite his disbelief, the brunette walked around; very much alive, and pregnant. Steeling himself, he knocked at the door, hiding the weapon. This had altered his plan, but she would be just as effective; if not more so.
Looking up, Myka answered the door, "Can I help you?"
Allowing his own voice to come from the boy's mouth, he grinned, "Remember me?"
Myka had no time to react before he had launched at her, "NO!"
Bursting out of his hotel room, Pete practically broke down the girls' door. Launching out of bed, Helena cried, "Peter! What on earth is wrong?"
"Huge vibe. Bad one! Really, really bad!"
At the same point Elizabeth came running from the reading room down the hallway, Freya in tow, "There is something wrong."
He nodded, "We need to get back to the B&B. Now."
Just a quicky before I run off to a lecture!
Sorry to leave you hanging there! Please let me know what you think!