Notes: ...wow...that's like...wow...this chapter really wanted to be written. I had an idea for it but I didn't expect to have written it so quickly. Soooo...this is a treat for you (and me ï). I really like this chapter too and it seems to hold something of plot...WOW! Hope you like it as much as I liked writing it. Oh, and ishmaranara, I'm sorry, but I just don't feel right putting dialog in my story just yet, maybe later, maybe not, we'll see.
Disclaimer: See ch. 1
Small Wind
Ch. 5 Inside
Darkness filled the room. Indefinite forms lay scattered about only barely perceptible as forms darker than the dark. Stale air pressed upon the space, hanging heavy about the dark forms. Silence punctuated by sharp snaps,
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Each second counted by an unseen piece for only the darkness the hear.
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The door swept silently open and a pale light filtered around a tall dark form.
His hand flicked and a light burst forth from the tip of a long thin stick held tight in his hand.
The small light illuminated the man's pale face and dark form and allowed light to creep around the scattered forms causing long shadows to form behind each one. The man's black eyes darted around the room. Dust covered volumes lined the dust covered shelves, worn chairs of faded fabric and ancient wood were helter-skelter about the room, large dark oak desks lined the walls between the shelves, a long mahogany table sat in the middle of the room and all around old volumes lay discarded.
The black form remained still for only a moment, rapidly moving from the doorway to the nearest desk. His single free hand tore open every drawer frantically relieving them of their contents. The spark tipped dark wood held tight illuminated his stern features; nit brows on top of intense black orbs flanking a large hooked nose over a down turned mouth and all outlined by straight raven locks draping to his wide shoulders.
Once all the papers and odd objects of one desk had been moved from their original positions to pure disarray, the shadows suddenly moved to accommodate the sources motion as it navigated its way to the next location. Once more, drawers were open and, once more, items were carelessly scattered. Over and over the processes repeated itself, light moved, drawers opened, and objects flew, until all desks were upturned. Upon the spot of the last victim he stood transfixed, glancing quickly around the room. The obsidian circles roamed about each shelf and over the long table, scanned the length of the walls, up and around the rooms ceiling and finally examining the littered carpet.
His view paused on the corner farthest from the entrance.
Eyelids narrowed, his feet began a swift path to the small space while the sweeping fabric about him caused discarded papers to flutter about. His sudden halt was followed by the rustling of the settling sheets. Black folds compressed onto black folds until his height reached half his normal and both knees, cushioned by the black cloak, rested on the old carpet.
His hand flicked and the light was extinguished from the long thin stick. The dim pale light crept from the gaping door, through the furniture and around the dark figure. His arm raised and began a slow circular procession. With each rotation a soft yellow glow hung in the air where the tip of wood had just been. The motion continued, round and round, the soft glow became more and more vibrant but somehow did not find interest in moving beyond the confines created by the walls and his dark form.
He stopped.
For a brief moment the whole room became still, only the continual clock, relegated to be on its side upon the floor, seemed impervious to the spell.
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The air became extremely electrified, his arms flew up bringing fabric out to shape great black wings and, falling forward, arms swooshing down, he pushed with his entire body upon the swirl of yellow.
The light escaped in all directions. Knocking against bookshelves and desk it exposed the brilliant colors once contained in the ancient volumes and fabrics and caused the wood to regain the lost intense hues. It burst from the door and traveled a short span down the deserted hall, showing on the walls vivid paintings long since faded.
And then it was gone.
In the absence of the light even the previous grey gloom that had permeated the hallway was indeterminable. Unseen dust began to settle once more on its old resting grounds. The black form was moving. Barely perceptible in the return of darkness, the swift motions could not make known the intent of the mover. Quickly standing, he revealed the wall, now containing an open compartment recently emptied of its contents.
He turned, noiselessly stuffing a small white box into his folds of black which gladly sucked in the white. Like a black phantom he glided through the room and back to the entrance, pausing only a moment to glance about the hall before darting outside.
The door slide silently shut. Once more the room was left to the darkness and the relentless snaps.
Ok, well that's that. Please review, I did get you this faster than any other chapter I've done yet...