Tension
Angrily stormed another young woman, no doubt any less beautiful than the one Drake and Andrew encountered, and no less enraged as well.
This beautiful woman, dressed in a lime green leather outfit, sleek green sunglasses, and flowing brown locks of hair stormed angrily down the cool sidewalk, her lime green stiletto heels breaking through the concrete she stepped on.
The woman had a nice piece of jewelry around her neck-a pure silver necklace with the word Juna engraved into it. She fidgeted aggressively with it. "I can't believe that dog, Arodice, bossing me around like I am some pet. Why is she such a bitch to everyone all of the time?", she grumbled. "I wish somebody could just grab a blade and dice her in half with it.", she giggled happily. "Then maybe she could stop barking order all of the time.", she went into a mocking tone. "Juna, get this! Juna, do that! Juna, brush my hair! Juna, wipe the crap off of my ass!", she uttered sarcastically. "Well, Arodice, screw you…not that anyone exists who hasn't anyway."
She continued to stomp blindly down the sidewalk, now observing the life around her. She sees the bids chirping merrily in the preserved trees along the sidewalk, the squirrels scrambling about for food and the green grass growing through the fresh soil.
"Can the life here get anymore pathetic.", she scowled. "Can these creatures not see their world eroding beneath their feet.", she approached a flower. "Tell me, creature, why do you continue to grow when you know you will just live to die?"
She paused as if expecting a response. When getting none, she blushed at her ignorance and crushed the flower without a second thought. She resumed her walk.
"Are humans the only dynamic creatures on this planet?", she asked herself. "With the ability to be hurt and to lie and yell?", she asked, "With the ability to hate? Weak as they are, at least they are so easy to influence."
She began to walk past an elderly man who was giving tiny pieces of bread to some hungry birds from a tiny bench beside her.
Suddenly her heels halted. "Especially the men.", she grinned viciously.
Alluringly, she sat next to the old man, enticingly crossing her legs.
She bit her moist lips seductively, taking off her sunglasses and sticking the curve of it into her mouth, licking the edge with provocation.
The old man continued to feed the birds with fascination, paying no notice to her.
Frustrated at his oblivion she rudely kicked his shin with her sharp heel.
The old man gave no sound of pain, he just turned to her and smiled warmly. Lifting his sagging fisherman hat, he apologized. "I am sorry, Madam. Pardon me."
He put his hat back on his head and smiled at the birds tentatively.
Juna gritted her teeth at his kindness as he attends the birds, uncrossing her legs. Spitefully, she makes a subtle, yet unnatural screech, much too high for a normal human to hear.
On cue the birds began to shiver frightfully, quickly sending them soaring away with their wings twittering nervously.
With a sly grin she recrossed her legs, drawing imaginary circles on her thigh with her index finger making coo sounds at her every touch.
She pulled her leather pants down her waist slightly, revealing a matching G-string that sprung up her thigh.
The old man just looked at the dim clouds as he steadily bit into a sandwich that he pulled out of a brown paper bag.
Juna huffed furiously, clearing her throat loudly to steal his attention. He just continues to lose himself in the clouds.
She cleared her throat ever louder this time, so loud that her throat felt raw.
She smiled, he finally noticed her. He reached into his plaid button-up shirt for something. A moment later, he held out a linen handkerchief from the lining of his shirt, politely handing it to Juna.
Her smile quickly curved into a snarl. She rudely snatches the handkerchief and crushes her sunglasses aggressively, her forest green pupils doubling in size.
Ruefully she grabs him by his thin white undershirt, whispering something very quietly into his ear.
The old man listened attentively, his eyes glowing wickedly.
*~*~*~*~*~*
The winds roared viciously against Matt, their powerful whistle sending a pain through his forehead.
Matt walked very slowly now down the empty road, his mind very much distracted. This could be the answer to my vision…He thought.
A wrathful screech rung through his ears. Instinctively, Matt looked up at the sky.
His eyes widened, a bird flew blindly through the sky, barely scrapping its wings against buildings and lamp posts. Dizzily it soared through the air, Matt watching its every move. Matt's mouth gaped open, the bird threw itself smack into a building a few blocks ahead of him. Matt couldn't help but flinch. He walked quickly to the sight.
*~*~*~*
Cole walked in a light stupor through the heart of the city. He didn't know what he was feeling right now. He felt as if he had to vomit, but instead of vomit all he could muster out of him was spit. He could hardly recognize the ground he was walking on, it was all a blur. If the roads were filled with traffic, he would surely be run over by now.
The trauma of seeing his house was finally taking its cruel toll on him, his world was upside down now, not even a deep breath could take that feeling away from him.
He stumbled to the side until his head banged against the wall of a metal building. He yelled his impulsive curse and spit more.
He was totally off balance and clumsily stumbled into a human shaped figure. With his eyes closed, he knocked on it as if it were a door. The figure was definitely a stone statue. Slowly he felt the statue with his hands, feeling every crevice and feature.
Within a few moments the thought hit him. It was a statue of the Virgin Mary.
Cole smiled goofily. "A church! Gotta find the door!", he blinked.
He stepped until he could feel the buildings behind the statue. He kept his eyes closed since his twirling eyes were no use to him. He felt around for an entrance with his feet and hands until he fell into one.
He fell very hard on his head…but too weak to get up, he let himself fall into a deep sleep.
When Cole opened his eyes everything was clear again and his stomach felt normal. There was no doubt in his mind that he was in a church. The carpet was crimson and golden statues of biblical figures stood poised and proud against the walls…but his heart raced…he was not on the floor anymore.
An old priest slowly approached him. He looked very familiar, but he couldn't quite lay a finger as to who he was…
Scattering his thought, the priests observed him as if he was a car that he planned to buy. Cole quickly glanced at his hands and body…he was still in his guise. He gave a sigh of relief.
The elderly priest still continued to glance deeply into his eyes. This made Cole feel very uncomfortable, he felt as if his thoughts were being read right out of him.
"I had a feeling you would come back.", he said weakly.
Sweat streamed down Cole's neck, he was very scared of this feeble old man, yet his heart just kept trying to trust him…he still couldn't think of who he was.
The priest uncorked a tiny bottle of a clear liquid and threw its contents onto Cole's skin.
"I knew it!", the priest said triumphantly. "It is you! You are the friend of Matt!"
Cole gritted his teeth nervously and became as pale as a ghost.
"Don't worry, boy. You are safe here.", he assured Cole, who began to gain back his color.
"Ho-how did you-I mean, how do you know I am the person you are talking about!", Cole defended horribly.
"Do not waste my time or yours, young man.", the priest said firmly. "Matt is my grandson, I will not turn in my grandson's best friend."
"That is who you are!", Cole smiled. "I remember you now!", Cole frowned. "But, Father, how did you know who I am.", Cole began to whisper very quietly. "I am in disguise."
Father Holloman chuckled in amusement as he slowly walked to the entrance of the church, shutting the doors and locking them tightly.
Cole walked towards him away from the corner.
The father continued to talk. "Your disguise, son, is a great method of evading the law…however…I am no officer of the law and can sense your strong aura from across the room. I just needed you to interact with me before I could be positive." Cole frowned. "Oh don't worry, it is a great disguise." Cole smiled again.
"How long have I been asleep, Father?", Cole asked.
"Approximately 5 minutes."
Cole blushed embarrassedly, he thought he had slept for over an hour.
Father Holloman frowned. "But that is why I needed to know it was you."
"What do you mean?"
The elderly man took several moments to word it softly enough for Cole to take in. "You had been drenched with the blood of evil." Cole gasped. "Figuratively, of coarse." Cole felt a little better. "Tell me, how did you feel when you stumbled into here earlier?"
"Horrible!", Cole explained. "My stomach felt all out of whack, and I kept wanting to spit--"
The Father interrupted. "Aha! Your body must have been trying to excrete all of the bad energy out of your body. You had a dangerous amount of bad energy dwelling within you, as this entire city is as we speak.", he said gravely. "You must leave immediately and eliminate it before it becomes to late."
"But am I okay?", Cole asked.
"Of coarse. Of coarse!", The Father rushed "I cleansed you very thoroughly as soon as you fell on my carpet floor. Which reminds me…", Father Holloman undid a gold chain that hung around his neck and underneath his clothing. "Hold our your hand."
Cole did as instructed. The Father put a beautiful chained shard of crystal in his palms.
"What is this, Father?"
"It is a cleansing chain. It will repel evil spirits…when you are around true darkness, the crystal will glow a neon purple color, and when you are not, it will stay the pure white color you see before yourself. Now put it on and leave now!", The Father ordered.
Cole drowsily snapped the chain into place and placed it under his shirt as Father Holloman did. Cole then headed quickly for the doorway. Quickly he turned back to the Father.
"Don't you want to know how Matt is doing?", Cole asked.
The Father laughed weakly. "Son, when you get to be my age you can feel your loved ones breathe from a different country if you concentrate hard enough."
Cole nodded thankfully and headed quickly out of the church where a strong glare temporarily blinds him. With spots flashing and fading, Cole ran towards the glare when it occurred to him that the reason he didn't recognize where he was, was because half of had been torn down since he had been gone. But Cole was too preoccupied to care.
A strong gush of pain went through his head. Cole blinked very quickly and approached a grand building that to Cole's knowledge was brand new and the obvious cause of the glare. It was almost completely made out of tinted glass and reached at least seven stories. Cole searched for a sign nearby.
A long rectangular sign said in bold letters:
A.F. County Police Department.
Before Cole could even finish reading he felt a strong warmth on his chest. He looked down and saw that a strong Neon Purple light was emitting from the crystal through his shirt.
"Wow…that was fast.", Cole said sarcastically, holding the crystal until the glowing stopped. He tucked back in his shirt and looked around.
He looked around at the sidewalk and empty roads but nothing in sight. No cars or people anywhere.
A leaf spun from out of nowhere and cut Cole's hand. Cole yelled in pain and blood quickly rushed to the surface of his hand. He wiped the blood off on his pants and looked up.
"Oh shit!", he yelled.
On the top of the large building was an old man in a red plaid shirt and a sagging fisherman's hat walking towards the edge of the roof.
"STOP!", Cole roared at the old man. "YOU'RE GONNA FALL! OLD MAN, STOP WALKING!"
From out of nowhere two police officers approached Cole.
"What the yell are you yelling about!", one of the officers rudely snapped.
Suddenly an entire crowd began to form around Cole, he had never been so nervous of being caught in his life.
Afraid to let them hear his voice, Cole pointed up at the roof of the building.
The officer looked up skeptically at the building and moment later he finally saw what Cole was yelling about.
"Oh shit!", The officer repeated. "4791c! Backup!", he ordered.
Cole watched very frantically. There was no way a trampoline could arrive in time. Impulsively he reached for his scepter…
~*~*~*
As Matt approached the building he sought he could hear a loud murmuring of a crowd. Matt glanced around for the cause of all the fuss.
"He's gonna jump!", a woman shrieked from the opposite corner of the building.
Chills went through his spine. Instinctively he looked up. "Oh shit…", Matt gasped. The old man was centimeters from the edge.
"I can't let him fall..", Matt said quietly to himself.
"I can't let him fall!", Cole thought.
They both quickly clutched their scepters in hand.
