Post by Yukino Haruno on Apr 13, 2008 12:01:44 GMT -5
Twyla slammed into the wall as she ran down the hall, laughing hysterically as she dashed to the closing elevator. The Rerkarts were on her tail and only missed her as the elevator doors closed. Humans looked at her strangly and she slid down the side of the elevator and laughed to herself, out of breath. She brushed her fingers through her hair and looked up at the people staring at her. She laughed at them a bit then sighed happily. The tiny bell rang that signaled that the elevator was opening and as the door cracked, Twyla walked warily out.
This was just another fun chase to her. She looked around, a smile plastered on her face. A Rekart slid around to corner and another one and she immediatly ran down the first hallway she could find, before they spotted her. The hallway was so formal and silent it made Twyla want to laugh even more that no one knew what a life it was when you had powers. I wonder what happened to Nell and Basil and Jona, Twyla thought, stopped up against a hallway across from a door that seemed to be empty. It was getting dark outside and who ever was in the room was probably asleep now. She giggled for no reason, the excitement of the situation infectous. She laughed like crazy, holding her sides as they ached with the the hysterical laughter. Why am I laughing? She thought.
I have to stop or I'll get caught... She tried to quiet down and her laughter died away as she thought about what she would do when she got out of this hotel. If she got out of this hotel...
Reiv had decided a number of things since the morning. One, he really shouldn't try drinking coffee; two, he should just save his power for when it was really needed; and three, some hotels should really just hire an electrician of their own. This particular hotel seemed to always need someone to fix their lights, or adjust the who-knew-what-else, and being the most junior member of the small electrician's company to which he belonged, he was the lucky person who got to go there, and walk up all those stairs. He would have taken the elevator, but he was still too afraid of being cornered there by a Rekart, and didn't really take to the idea of using his powers to leap through the wall.
Mentally, he continued to grumble as his footsteps echoed around the seemingly never-ending staircase, hoping to whatever deity there was that the stairs would come to an end sooner rather than later. It took him a little bit of time to hear the laughter as it got increasingly louder and louder the closer he got to the door at the end of the closest landing. He froze for a second, toolbox ceasing to rattle, straining his ears to hear something else; although his heartbeat suddenly seemed so loud compared to the suddenly quiet scene unfolding on the other side of the doors. As quietly as he could, he approached the doors, irritated at how clumsily loud his footsteps seemed.
The voice of reason told him that it was really nothing to worry about, probably just some kid running away from aggravated parents, but the sudden sound of swinging doors from the floor above caught his attention, and he turned around just in time to see a man with a gun running down the stairs. A little too late, he became invisible, and the man didn't hesitate to fire a shot, which embedded itself in the door right next to Reiv's head. He winced at the sudden pain-- the bullet had just grazed his ear. The man fired another shot, but this time it passed straight through Reiv's abdomen.
The sound of all the little bits and bobs in his toolbox echoed as Reiv ran up the stairs, the man still uselessly firing shots. With a sickening crack, toobox made contact with head, and the man fell down several stairs before he lay, sprawled, and bleeding slightly. After a few seconds passed, and Reiv was sure no one else was coming immediately, he became visible again, and checked the man's wrist for a pulse, at the same time removing the gun from his limp grasp. He didn't like confrontation, but nor did he like the idea of captivity, and now that he was satisfied the man would life to fight another day (after healing from a concussion), he pocketed the gun after watching the ammunition he had removed fall down the stairwell. If nothing else, he decided, he could use it to look more threatening than he was.
Toolbox in hand, he passed through the door without a sound, and looked around for any sign of what could only be another Rembevon on the run. He could hear the laughter and tried to follow it to its source, but as quickly as it had come, it was gone. The air-conditioned hallway made him once again aware of the blood gradually congealing on his ear, but he left it alone, and continued to walk as silently as he could on the padded carpet.
He just hoped that he wasn't the one on the Rekarts' hit list.
Twyla could hear a gun fire outside and immediatly scrabbled up to run back down the hall in the opposite direction she could hear the gunshots come from. A dull thud could be heard then what sounded like a large asortment of metal falling and someone falling down the stairs. She didn't want to stop and think who it was that had just fallen and she immediatly stopped before hitting the wall. She had been so caught up in her thoughts that she hadn't realized this hall was a dead-end.
She stayed up against the wall and slid down it, wishing she could melt into the walls and reappear on the other side. Her powers were useless unless you were asleep. Now, if she had her parents' powers as a Leech, everything would work out perfectly. She closed her eyes and suddenly felt very tired from staying up all day. She wanted to go to sleep and without knowing what she was doing, her eyes were closed all the way and her head had sagged to the side.
I have to get up... She thought. I have to stay... awake... Her head cleared slowly and she slipped into a light sleep, her dreams gone for the moment. Then they came like a plane landing. She was standing in the middle of the same lake she always chose to dream about. Her whole body was light and she was able to stand on the cool, soft water. The land was a while a way and the night was pure and inky black with a tint of blue. Trees swayed in a light breeze and the stary sky was sprayed with twinkling stars like a canvas of glitter.
Shooting stars soared overhead and fell softly in the water or the trees or on the grass at the shore. Their tails were a rainbow of color and everything seemed quiet and calm. In this particular dream, she happened to be in a long white silk dress like angels are portrayed to wear in the paintings. It ruffled and flew in the breeze behind her and her hair wasn't covered by the normal hat she wore.
It was so peaceful, and so perfect. Large blueish white clouds billowed around the horizon.
It was only after several unsuccessful searchings that he spotted the girl presumably on the run from the Rekarts, snoozing unobtrusively on the floor. Either that, or she just figured sleeping inside was better than outside. Still, Reiv didn't want to leave her to face the commotion either way, and after moving closer to her, crouched down so he could see her a little better, putting down his trusty toolbox as he did so.
"Hey," he hissed, trying not to attract attention to himself. "Wake up." Nothing. He tried again, a little louder, but with no apparent success. Sighing a little, he stopped using the phasing part of his power, and gently shook her by the shoulders, all the while unaware that a pair of Rekarts were advancing behind him.
Twyla could feel herself being pulled back out of her dream slowly, until she awake with a start and stared confusedly into a man's face who seemed to have shook her. She looked over his shoulder and cried, "Look out!" Just as two Rekarts advanced towards them from the hallway, the man not seeming to have realized it. Instantly without her knowing what she was doing, her mind took over and the whole scene melted away into an illusion her mind was creating on self-defense.
The hallway dissolved into a land closely related to hell. The ground was a charcoal gray with embers slithering about underfoot and large crators shot flames and smoke out at random like gysers (sp?). Flames danced on the horizon in every direction. Twyla's form began fading, her eyes milky white and her whole body rigid and blank, until she had vanished completely and melted into the morbid scenery. The sky was pitch black and a red moon hung overhead like a large, menacing eye watching your every move.
The Rekarts looked around, confused and frightened at the sudden change in scenery. They didn't know what to do in this situation and whether it was a good idea to attack the Rebmevon or not. Their guns didn't seem very useful at the moment, either. Giant billowing clouds the color of a dying flame rolled over across the sky with loud bursts of thunder and streaks of black lightening. Screams from men, women, and children were carried in on the choking breeze like a song played by the devil's orchestra.
One Rekart covered his ears with trembling hands and looked around with large eyes and an expression that revealed his fear like an open book. The other tried to keep composure but seemed to be having a very hard time doing so. A woman screamed nearby but nobody seemed to be anywhere near them. The Rekarts looked around anxiously, the braver one holding his gun up and looking around with it. "Stop this Rebmevon!" he cried, his voice cracked. Another scream issued forth and the one with his ears covered cried out in fear.
He turned around just in time to see the Rekarts a little closer than he would have liked, but before he could react to their guns, the hotel disappeared. "Ah," was all that Reiv could think of saying as the hotel hallway faded into fire, brimstone and whatnot. The reason why he hadn't just tried to pick her up and pass straight through the floor had more to do with him not being entirely sure whether or not she was the one that had been laughing before. However, seeing the hellish illlusion unfold, he was half-wishing that he had just taken a risk after all. Realizing that he was still visible despite the other Rebmevon's illusion, he faded away to ensure that he wouldn't become a target for the gun-happy Rekarts.
He tried to tune out the noises and sights around him, at least taking some comfort in the fact that it was just an illusion. He knew the girl was still there somewhere, but was starting to wish that he hadn't let go of her shoulders from the initial shock. And so, he had taken to feeling around on the ground in front of him, repeating 'it's only an illusion' in his head over and over. Maybe if he did that enough times he would even start to completely believe it.
After what seemed like an age, Reiv finally found her, hidden under her own illusion (or at least, he was fairly sure it was her, given the fact that his presently solid hands couldn't pass through, and it wasn't explained by the shapes projected by the illusion itself). Pulling her a little closer, he wasted no more time in phasing the both of them through the floor.
Twyla was forced through the floor and her illusion faded as she left the hallway. The Rekarts looked around as the illusion faded and the hallway came back into view. Her eyes faded back to the regular color and she fainted immediatly. She wasn't used to producing illusions as vivid as that, or producing illusions at all, really, and she was to tired that fatigue overwhelmed her.
The Rekarts looked around, suddenly realizing the illusion was gone. The one who had covered his ears opened his eyes and looking around, standing up straight and taking his hands away from his ears. "I..is the Rebmevon gone?" he asked. "Stop being a baby. We have to find her." The other spat, checking to make sure his gun was still alright. "You have to admit, that WAS a bit scary." The other mumbled, pulling his gun from his belt. "Posh." The other growled. "We were trained NOT to be afraid of things like that." He turned around and began walking quickly down the hall to the elevator.
Landing on the floor below was the equivalent of falling the same distance, so it was no surprise that the breath was knocked out of Reiv for a good ten seconds. Not really taking much notice of the other Rebmevon, he let go of her and proceeded to cough, until at last he could feel the air flowing through his lungs properly. He reached for his toolbox, only to discover that he had left it behind. With a sigh, he stood up, and offered the girl a hand.
Although he could easily have gotten another toolbox from the company, he had rather liked his old one, with all of the things arranged in a very certain way. And besides that, he was worried that the Rekarts would be able to use some of his DNA and whatever else to track him down later.
"Are you alright?" he asked.
This was just another fun chase to her. She looked around, a smile plastered on her face. A Rekart slid around to corner and another one and she immediatly ran down the first hallway she could find, before they spotted her. The hallway was so formal and silent it made Twyla want to laugh even more that no one knew what a life it was when you had powers. I wonder what happened to Nell and Basil and Jona, Twyla thought, stopped up against a hallway across from a door that seemed to be empty. It was getting dark outside and who ever was in the room was probably asleep now. She giggled for no reason, the excitement of the situation infectous. She laughed like crazy, holding her sides as they ached with the the hysterical laughter. Why am I laughing? She thought.
I have to stop or I'll get caught... She tried to quiet down and her laughter died away as she thought about what she would do when she got out of this hotel. If she got out of this hotel...
Reiv had decided a number of things since the morning. One, he really shouldn't try drinking coffee; two, he should just save his power for when it was really needed; and three, some hotels should really just hire an electrician of their own. This particular hotel seemed to always need someone to fix their lights, or adjust the who-knew-what-else, and being the most junior member of the small electrician's company to which he belonged, he was the lucky person who got to go there, and walk up all those stairs. He would have taken the elevator, but he was still too afraid of being cornered there by a Rekart, and didn't really take to the idea of using his powers to leap through the wall.
Mentally, he continued to grumble as his footsteps echoed around the seemingly never-ending staircase, hoping to whatever deity there was that the stairs would come to an end sooner rather than later. It took him a little bit of time to hear the laughter as it got increasingly louder and louder the closer he got to the door at the end of the closest landing. He froze for a second, toolbox ceasing to rattle, straining his ears to hear something else; although his heartbeat suddenly seemed so loud compared to the suddenly quiet scene unfolding on the other side of the doors. As quietly as he could, he approached the doors, irritated at how clumsily loud his footsteps seemed.
The voice of reason told him that it was really nothing to worry about, probably just some kid running away from aggravated parents, but the sudden sound of swinging doors from the floor above caught his attention, and he turned around just in time to see a man with a gun running down the stairs. A little too late, he became invisible, and the man didn't hesitate to fire a shot, which embedded itself in the door right next to Reiv's head. He winced at the sudden pain-- the bullet had just grazed his ear. The man fired another shot, but this time it passed straight through Reiv's abdomen.
The sound of all the little bits and bobs in his toolbox echoed as Reiv ran up the stairs, the man still uselessly firing shots. With a sickening crack, toobox made contact with head, and the man fell down several stairs before he lay, sprawled, and bleeding slightly. After a few seconds passed, and Reiv was sure no one else was coming immediately, he became visible again, and checked the man's wrist for a pulse, at the same time removing the gun from his limp grasp. He didn't like confrontation, but nor did he like the idea of captivity, and now that he was satisfied the man would life to fight another day (after healing from a concussion), he pocketed the gun after watching the ammunition he had removed fall down the stairwell. If nothing else, he decided, he could use it to look more threatening than he was.
Toolbox in hand, he passed through the door without a sound, and looked around for any sign of what could only be another Rembevon on the run. He could hear the laughter and tried to follow it to its source, but as quickly as it had come, it was gone. The air-conditioned hallway made him once again aware of the blood gradually congealing on his ear, but he left it alone, and continued to walk as silently as he could on the padded carpet.
He just hoped that he wasn't the one on the Rekarts' hit list.
Twyla could hear a gun fire outside and immediatly scrabbled up to run back down the hall in the opposite direction she could hear the gunshots come from. A dull thud could be heard then what sounded like a large asortment of metal falling and someone falling down the stairs. She didn't want to stop and think who it was that had just fallen and she immediatly stopped before hitting the wall. She had been so caught up in her thoughts that she hadn't realized this hall was a dead-end.
She stayed up against the wall and slid down it, wishing she could melt into the walls and reappear on the other side. Her powers were useless unless you were asleep. Now, if she had her parents' powers as a Leech, everything would work out perfectly. She closed her eyes and suddenly felt very tired from staying up all day. She wanted to go to sleep and without knowing what she was doing, her eyes were closed all the way and her head had sagged to the side.
I have to get up... She thought. I have to stay... awake... Her head cleared slowly and she slipped into a light sleep, her dreams gone for the moment. Then they came like a plane landing. She was standing in the middle of the same lake she always chose to dream about. Her whole body was light and she was able to stand on the cool, soft water. The land was a while a way and the night was pure and inky black with a tint of blue. Trees swayed in a light breeze and the stary sky was sprayed with twinkling stars like a canvas of glitter.
Shooting stars soared overhead and fell softly in the water or the trees or on the grass at the shore. Their tails were a rainbow of color and everything seemed quiet and calm. In this particular dream, she happened to be in a long white silk dress like angels are portrayed to wear in the paintings. It ruffled and flew in the breeze behind her and her hair wasn't covered by the normal hat she wore.
It was so peaceful, and so perfect. Large blueish white clouds billowed around the horizon.
It was only after several unsuccessful searchings that he spotted the girl presumably on the run from the Rekarts, snoozing unobtrusively on the floor. Either that, or she just figured sleeping inside was better than outside. Still, Reiv didn't want to leave her to face the commotion either way, and after moving closer to her, crouched down so he could see her a little better, putting down his trusty toolbox as he did so.
"Hey," he hissed, trying not to attract attention to himself. "Wake up." Nothing. He tried again, a little louder, but with no apparent success. Sighing a little, he stopped using the phasing part of his power, and gently shook her by the shoulders, all the while unaware that a pair of Rekarts were advancing behind him.
Twyla could feel herself being pulled back out of her dream slowly, until she awake with a start and stared confusedly into a man's face who seemed to have shook her. She looked over his shoulder and cried, "Look out!" Just as two Rekarts advanced towards them from the hallway, the man not seeming to have realized it. Instantly without her knowing what she was doing, her mind took over and the whole scene melted away into an illusion her mind was creating on self-defense.
The hallway dissolved into a land closely related to hell. The ground was a charcoal gray with embers slithering about underfoot and large crators shot flames and smoke out at random like gysers (sp?). Flames danced on the horizon in every direction. Twyla's form began fading, her eyes milky white and her whole body rigid and blank, until she had vanished completely and melted into the morbid scenery. The sky was pitch black and a red moon hung overhead like a large, menacing eye watching your every move.
The Rekarts looked around, confused and frightened at the sudden change in scenery. They didn't know what to do in this situation and whether it was a good idea to attack the Rebmevon or not. Their guns didn't seem very useful at the moment, either. Giant billowing clouds the color of a dying flame rolled over across the sky with loud bursts of thunder and streaks of black lightening. Screams from men, women, and children were carried in on the choking breeze like a song played by the devil's orchestra.
One Rekart covered his ears with trembling hands and looked around with large eyes and an expression that revealed his fear like an open book. The other tried to keep composure but seemed to be having a very hard time doing so. A woman screamed nearby but nobody seemed to be anywhere near them. The Rekarts looked around anxiously, the braver one holding his gun up and looking around with it. "Stop this Rebmevon!" he cried, his voice cracked. Another scream issued forth and the one with his ears covered cried out in fear.
He turned around just in time to see the Rekarts a little closer than he would have liked, but before he could react to their guns, the hotel disappeared. "Ah," was all that Reiv could think of saying as the hotel hallway faded into fire, brimstone and whatnot. The reason why he hadn't just tried to pick her up and pass straight through the floor had more to do with him not being entirely sure whether or not she was the one that had been laughing before. However, seeing the hellish illlusion unfold, he was half-wishing that he had just taken a risk after all. Realizing that he was still visible despite the other Rebmevon's illusion, he faded away to ensure that he wouldn't become a target for the gun-happy Rekarts.
He tried to tune out the noises and sights around him, at least taking some comfort in the fact that it was just an illusion. He knew the girl was still there somewhere, but was starting to wish that he hadn't let go of her shoulders from the initial shock. And so, he had taken to feeling around on the ground in front of him, repeating 'it's only an illusion' in his head over and over. Maybe if he did that enough times he would even start to completely believe it.
After what seemed like an age, Reiv finally found her, hidden under her own illusion (or at least, he was fairly sure it was her, given the fact that his presently solid hands couldn't pass through, and it wasn't explained by the shapes projected by the illusion itself). Pulling her a little closer, he wasted no more time in phasing the both of them through the floor.
Twyla was forced through the floor and her illusion faded as she left the hallway. The Rekarts looked around as the illusion faded and the hallway came back into view. Her eyes faded back to the regular color and she fainted immediatly. She wasn't used to producing illusions as vivid as that, or producing illusions at all, really, and she was to tired that fatigue overwhelmed her.
The Rekarts looked around, suddenly realizing the illusion was gone. The one who had covered his ears opened his eyes and looking around, standing up straight and taking his hands away from his ears. "I..is the Rebmevon gone?" he asked. "Stop being a baby. We have to find her." The other spat, checking to make sure his gun was still alright. "You have to admit, that WAS a bit scary." The other mumbled, pulling his gun from his belt. "Posh." The other growled. "We were trained NOT to be afraid of things like that." He turned around and began walking quickly down the hall to the elevator.
Landing on the floor below was the equivalent of falling the same distance, so it was no surprise that the breath was knocked out of Reiv for a good ten seconds. Not really taking much notice of the other Rebmevon, he let go of her and proceeded to cough, until at last he could feel the air flowing through his lungs properly. He reached for his toolbox, only to discover that he had left it behind. With a sigh, he stood up, and offered the girl a hand.
Although he could easily have gotten another toolbox from the company, he had rather liked his old one, with all of the things arranged in a very certain way. And besides that, he was worried that the Rekarts would be able to use some of his DNA and whatever else to track him down later.
"Are you alright?" he asked.