A/N: Just a brief intermission for you all, since I won't be getting
another chapter written today. Thank you for the reviews, and I hope you
enjoy!
--Manny
Intermission I
Outside the Tower, the storm was worsening. Sheets of rain flung themselves towards the pavement, each kamikaze ending in a splash of liquid cold. Those unlucky enough to be exposed to the elements dashed along the streets while traffic ground to a halt. Over all of it, the wind crackled with the force of a thousand gales, screeching and tearing at anything that dared to stand in its way. The world was Chaos, and Chaos ruled the world.
Far above all this, a lone figure drifted. From afar, it looked as if a murder of ravens had all clustered together in one spot; however, as one drew closer, the feathers became black silk that fluttered in the howling gale. A slight jingle accompanied the fluttering as hundreds of tiny metal hooks were pulled to and fro by the wind. No face could be seen, save for something glistening dully where the face should have been. A red mask, colored by blood and framed by shadow.
A low chuckle escaped the shape tattooed against the sky. "Come," it whispered in a husky voice, "come to me." Skeletal fingers played upon a bank of mist to the figure's right, causing it to twist and rend the sky itself. The shape molded those twirling clouds, until a cyclone hung suspended in the air. Behind the mask, a thin smile spread itself across the figure's lips. "For you," it said, its words punctuated by a scream of lighting tearing across the sky. And in that flash, eyes could be seen-- four blood red eyes. . .
"Go."
The twister ripped free of the heavens and went spiraling down into the bay. Once there, it paused for a moment, uncertain, then careened wildly towards a certain Tower in the distance. "Destroy them," came that harsh voice, barely audible above the howling wind. "Destroy them all."
--Manny
Intermission I
Outside the Tower, the storm was worsening. Sheets of rain flung themselves towards the pavement, each kamikaze ending in a splash of liquid cold. Those unlucky enough to be exposed to the elements dashed along the streets while traffic ground to a halt. Over all of it, the wind crackled with the force of a thousand gales, screeching and tearing at anything that dared to stand in its way. The world was Chaos, and Chaos ruled the world.
Far above all this, a lone figure drifted. From afar, it looked as if a murder of ravens had all clustered together in one spot; however, as one drew closer, the feathers became black silk that fluttered in the howling gale. A slight jingle accompanied the fluttering as hundreds of tiny metal hooks were pulled to and fro by the wind. No face could be seen, save for something glistening dully where the face should have been. A red mask, colored by blood and framed by shadow.
A low chuckle escaped the shape tattooed against the sky. "Come," it whispered in a husky voice, "come to me." Skeletal fingers played upon a bank of mist to the figure's right, causing it to twist and rend the sky itself. The shape molded those twirling clouds, until a cyclone hung suspended in the air. Behind the mask, a thin smile spread itself across the figure's lips. "For you," it said, its words punctuated by a scream of lighting tearing across the sky. And in that flash, eyes could be seen-- four blood red eyes. . .
"Go."
The twister ripped free of the heavens and went spiraling down into the bay. Once there, it paused for a moment, uncertain, then careened wildly towards a certain Tower in the distance. "Destroy them," came that harsh voice, barely audible above the howling wind. "Destroy them all."