Hi readers. I have to apologise once again for the lack of updates you have been experiencing. First term at university has been rather hectic with work and all, so I've needed to get my head around that really before getting back to this. Thanks to Marauder in Disguise for poking me into writing more. Another update is coming rather soon (I'm in the middle of writing it!). Just thought I'd let you know I'm still alive and still writing. Enjoy! Feel free to comment :)
Chapter 11
Watching...waiting in the shadows. Each figure, moving through the blurred and strange light, getting equal amounts of observation.
The first: Tall confident, hiding his fears for his team behind his confident and arrogant exterior.
The second: Smart. Always smart in his appearance. Yet lacking in confidence. The most afraid, the easiest target
The third: Dead inside. Eyes only for the one lying down. Her dreams and fears buried too deep in grief
The fourth: arrogant and aloof, hiding his fear for himself and one of the others. His dreams the most interesting to play with, but the response was the hardest to get
The fifth: Sweet little thing. Simple dreams, usual fears. Immensely intelligent, care specifically for one of the others.
Follow the second. The most afraid. His mind was the easiest to infiltrate in the first place. Bar the one lying down, but that was just for sport. Now is the time to start for real.
Follow the second. Nothing can happen whilst the others can see. Stay to the shadows where they can't see. Mustn't be seen. Not yet. Not until it's their time. Wait for him to do what he does best. What makes him feel better in difficult situations, what he believes makes them all feel better.
Follow the second. Just a few tendrils of thought. His mind has already been touched once, it's not hard to do it again, guide his thoughts in the right direction. Slowly though, gently. Too much too quickly and he will notice something is amiss, like the one before.
Watch the second. Watch as he stands up from his place, walks away. Follow him towards the separate room where no one else is. Walks through the door. Now he is alone. Now he is mine...