Disclaimer: Just look it up in one of the previous chapters. Saves me the trouble of writing it all the time.
Please let me know what you think by writing review. Thanx...
This one's kinda short, but I wanted to create a picture of all the characters and their thoughts. I don't know what this will do to the story, maybe it will destroy the mood completely, but I wrote it, so I'm posting it. Tell me what you think and maybe I can change it, or erase it completely.
Chapter 8: Interlude
The rain fell down on the city. It washed away the snow, leaving mud and puddles. People ran for shelter like antelopes run for their lives when a lion threatens the herd. Little children got caught in the crowd, slowly being led away from their mothers who, desperately, tried to find them again. Cars speeding like mad to get home early, causing more accidents one could possibly imagine, which caused them to be home even later. It was like the mass knew, deep down, their faith would be decided soon, almost like a sixth sense. The sky turned darker every second, pulling out a large blanket over the city. Streetlights didn't illuminate the streets, rather, they just stood there, helping the darkness get a hold of the city.
In the middle of the darkness stood a figure. Not knowing why, he smiled. His brain was completely corrupted by the evil that rested within. The darkness not only the visual aspect of his power, but also the rage brought to life. He wanted the people to know he was there, and he wanted them to be afraid of him. In this he had succeeded and he took comfort in that, knowing he could easily make an end to this. He didn't care for the lives he would end or had already ended. His goal was purely that of a madman. He didn't know what he wanted to do. His power had even overwhelmed him, and now it had taken him over completely. Not any being, human or else, should have this kind of power. Only true gods could wield it and, needless to say, this figure wasn't a god. Just a victim. No matter what other people would think, this figure, or at least the person inside, had suffered great injustice. He was put back on earth to set things right. He had to avenge the crimes committed
against him and his girlfriend. Now however, he had no real goals but to be reunited with the one he loved. He longed for death more than ever, and now it seemed to get closer every minute. He just waited for something to happen. Looking down, laughing at the people, watching his birds, commanding them to wait. Always a grin on his white face.
His counterpart, a beautiful young woman, ran towards him. Her face white like his, but she didn't have his rage. She was in complete control and thought about things. She was however sad too. The one she loved had turned into a cruel animal, and her fate was not that different. She had to kill him in order to save the people on the street. She would become the shepherd and the people the sheep. She didn't know if she could kill him once they would stand face to face. Her love for him might interfere with her common sense and lead to her demise. Then he'd still be free to kill innocent people, and her quest would have failed. She knew she had to be strong. She could not abandon her task and leave the people at his mercy, even if that meant killing the one she loved. She ran on, not bothered by the rain that fell from the black sky. Her legs were going as fast as they could, and they would not get tired. The distance to her rival got smaller and she was getting ready to
battle him.
Caught between the mass hysteria and the inhuman creatures were two human beings. An older man with dark skin sat at his desk at the police station. Waiting for that one phone call with good news. It took much longer than expected and, therefore, he just walked around, sat down, stood up again...He became friends with the creature that now threatened the city a while ago. The human part of it that is. He felt sorry for him and was afraid help would come too late. He couldn't stand not being able to do something right now. He felt he wasn't a good friend anymore, and every minute that feeling grew stronger. For now, he just had to look after the little girl that walked around in his office. He took comfort in knowing he could probably be a good friend to her. He would never let her down and he wouldn't let anything happen to her. This girl had been friends with Eric and Shelly before they died and came back. Even after Eric came back she was his friend. Now, that seemed
ancient history. She was sad, because she knew he wouldn't be on this earth forever. She knew that from the start, but after he came back, she wasn't sure about a lot of things. The coming back of Shelly was an even greater torture for her, because she had to say goodbye to her very soon as well. Many questions went around in her head, but she couldn't answer any of them, and no one could answer them for her.
Please let me know what you think by writing review. Thanx...
This one's kinda short, but I wanted to create a picture of all the characters and their thoughts. I don't know what this will do to the story, maybe it will destroy the mood completely, but I wrote it, so I'm posting it. Tell me what you think and maybe I can change it, or erase it completely.
Chapter 8: Interlude
The rain fell down on the city. It washed away the snow, leaving mud and puddles. People ran for shelter like antelopes run for their lives when a lion threatens the herd. Little children got caught in the crowd, slowly being led away from their mothers who, desperately, tried to find them again. Cars speeding like mad to get home early, causing more accidents one could possibly imagine, which caused them to be home even later. It was like the mass knew, deep down, their faith would be decided soon, almost like a sixth sense. The sky turned darker every second, pulling out a large blanket over the city. Streetlights didn't illuminate the streets, rather, they just stood there, helping the darkness get a hold of the city.
In the middle of the darkness stood a figure. Not knowing why, he smiled. His brain was completely corrupted by the evil that rested within. The darkness not only the visual aspect of his power, but also the rage brought to life. He wanted the people to know he was there, and he wanted them to be afraid of him. In this he had succeeded and he took comfort in that, knowing he could easily make an end to this. He didn't care for the lives he would end or had already ended. His goal was purely that of a madman. He didn't know what he wanted to do. His power had even overwhelmed him, and now it had taken him over completely. Not any being, human or else, should have this kind of power. Only true gods could wield it and, needless to say, this figure wasn't a god. Just a victim. No matter what other people would think, this figure, or at least the person inside, had suffered great injustice. He was put back on earth to set things right. He had to avenge the crimes committed
against him and his girlfriend. Now however, he had no real goals but to be reunited with the one he loved. He longed for death more than ever, and now it seemed to get closer every minute. He just waited for something to happen. Looking down, laughing at the people, watching his birds, commanding them to wait. Always a grin on his white face.
His counterpart, a beautiful young woman, ran towards him. Her face white like his, but she didn't have his rage. She was in complete control and thought about things. She was however sad too. The one she loved had turned into a cruel animal, and her fate was not that different. She had to kill him in order to save the people on the street. She would become the shepherd and the people the sheep. She didn't know if she could kill him once they would stand face to face. Her love for him might interfere with her common sense and lead to her demise. Then he'd still be free to kill innocent people, and her quest would have failed. She knew she had to be strong. She could not abandon her task and leave the people at his mercy, even if that meant killing the one she loved. She ran on, not bothered by the rain that fell from the black sky. Her legs were going as fast as they could, and they would not get tired. The distance to her rival got smaller and she was getting ready to
battle him.
Caught between the mass hysteria and the inhuman creatures were two human beings. An older man with dark skin sat at his desk at the police station. Waiting for that one phone call with good news. It took much longer than expected and, therefore, he just walked around, sat down, stood up again...He became friends with the creature that now threatened the city a while ago. The human part of it that is. He felt sorry for him and was afraid help would come too late. He couldn't stand not being able to do something right now. He felt he wasn't a good friend anymore, and every minute that feeling grew stronger. For now, he just had to look after the little girl that walked around in his office. He took comfort in knowing he could probably be a good friend to her. He would never let her down and he wouldn't let anything happen to her. This girl had been friends with Eric and Shelly before they died and came back. Even after Eric came back she was his friend. Now, that seemed
ancient history. She was sad, because she knew he wouldn't be on this earth forever. She knew that from the start, but after he came back, she wasn't sure about a lot of things. The coming back of Shelly was an even greater torture for her, because she had to say goodbye to her very soon as well. Many questions went around in her head, but she couldn't answer any of them, and no one could answer them for her.