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Splintered: The Beginning
Panting could be heard from down the dimly lit alley as Evelyn ran from danger. The buildings were build so close together in this foreign place that her hands had to scrap against the wall to stop herself from being buffered off of it. She was tired and sore, her knees and palms were bleeding from falling so many times. Eyes filled with fright like she had never felt before, she burst from the opening to find herself on the side of an intersection. The cars here had no sound, running like ghosts, and the only notice they gave were the tens of honks and whir in the wind as they raced by. Crying out, Evelyn reached for a lamp post and clung to it before falling in to the street.
"Don't come near me!" she shouted back as she heard the footsteps of her assailant. Ridic sighed as he rolled his gleaming eyes, glasses hanging from the collar of his tank top. Women were so hard to please, but she did look frightened like nothing he had ever seen before. Fear shook her voice as she tried to sound strong.
"I'm trying to help you," he said while continuing to approach the petite woman. In the thick darkness of his home world he had no need for his shades, no need to hide his shining eyes. "Give me your hand," he prompted. Ridic's voice was so rough Evelyn felt it had rubbed her skin raw like the worst sandpaper. It was a voice you could get used to but, in fear, chose not to.
"No. Get away. I can help myself." Evelyn shook a hand at him while moving around to the opposing side of the lamp post. It would save her and keep her safe, of course. Her fingers touched over the long grooves in the dark metal. To her it was painted some obscure shade of blue but to those that lived here it was a deep and rich black. The cars, too, were strange colors she had never imagined on a vehicle before. Many were black, she noted in the back of her mind, but others came in various shades of gray or white. Such a monotonous planet.
"Lady, you don't have your all powerful staff and God isn't going to save you now. Give me your hand."
"I don't need my staff for protection and God is always with me."
"God is a figment of your imagination," he snapped. Without asking again, for he had been trying to help her nicely, Ridic's arms wrapped around her and yanked her body from the pole she was clinging to. Over his shoulder she could see her real enemy, for she had no idea who this man was. In the darkness swirls of smoke seemed to form from nothing and extend on to the ground from the black against the walls. A man stepped out from the brick, the tendrils rising up before dissipating in to the air. Stanton watched the two as Ridic carried Evelyn away in to another dark patch of the street.
"So this is how we're going to part ways, brother?"
Stanton shook his head sadly before disappearing in to the wall he had just come out of. Not all of his kind had such skill. Only the royal blood line could command the the shadows at will. How unfortunate, thought Stanton, that it would take longer for him to retrieve his priestess now that he knew Ridic was taking her side. It was also a shame that Ridic had chosen to protect the human rather than remove of her.
The cars continued to move by, slowing to a stop as the light changed to red in one direction, the others starting to slip by in another. Their lights left eerie streaks in the sky as the ominous cloud overhead only continued to get blacker and blacker. Ridic looked up at it when he and his companion materialized from thin air far, far away from that dangerous intersection.
"You're safe here, for now." The tall, tan man released Evelyn to watch her fall to the ground. Her knees so weak and body so tired, she could only lay on the warm floor and look up at her saviour with caution.
"Where is here?" she asked. Unable to even push herself up, hands burning from the many cuts and scratches tearing up her skin, the priestess slacked in to the floor. There was nothing she could do about this situation, she realized. Not until she got well. Tomorrow she could leave, she thought. Tomorrow she could run and hopefully find a way back home. They needed her there, what was she doing here?
"Here?" Ridic let a wicked smile twist upon his lips. It was a handsome smile, but one that couldn't be trusted just yet. "This is my home. You're on another planet, lady."
Panting could be heard from down the dimly lit alley as Evelyn ran from danger. The buildings were build so close together in this foreign place that her hands had to scrap against the wall to stop herself from being buffered off of it. She was tired and sore, her knees and palms were bleeding from falling so many times. Eyes filled with fright like she had never felt before, she burst from the opening to find herself on the side of an intersection. The cars here had no sound, running like ghosts, and the only notice they gave were the tens of honks and whir in the wind as they raced by. Crying out, Evelyn reached for a lamp post and clung to it before falling in to the street.
"Don't come near me!" she shouted back as she heard the footsteps of her assailant. Ridic sighed as he rolled his gleaming eyes, glasses hanging from the collar of his tank top. Women were so hard to please, but she did look frightened like nothing he had ever seen before. Fear shook her voice as she tried to sound strong.
"I'm trying to help you," he said while continuing to approach the petite woman. In the thick darkness of his home world he had no need for his shades, no need to hide his shining eyes. "Give me your hand," he prompted. Ridic's voice was so rough Evelyn felt it had rubbed her skin raw like the worst sandpaper. It was a voice you could get used to but, in fear, chose not to.
"No. Get away. I can help myself." Evelyn shook a hand at him while moving around to the opposing side of the lamp post. It would save her and keep her safe, of course. Her fingers touched over the long grooves in the dark metal. To her it was painted some obscure shade of blue but to those that lived here it was a deep and rich black. The cars, too, were strange colors she had never imagined on a vehicle before. Many were black, she noted in the back of her mind, but others came in various shades of gray or white. Such a monotonous planet.
"Lady, you don't have your all powerful staff and God isn't going to save you now. Give me your hand."
"I don't need my staff for protection and God is always with me."
"God is a figment of your imagination," he snapped. Without asking again, for he had been trying to help her nicely, Ridic's arms wrapped around her and yanked her body from the pole she was clinging to. Over his shoulder she could see her real enemy, for she had no idea who this man was. In the darkness swirls of smoke seemed to form from nothing and extend on to the ground from the black against the walls. A man stepped out from the brick, the tendrils rising up before dissipating in to the air. Stanton watched the two as Ridic carried Evelyn away in to another dark patch of the street.
"So this is how we're going to part ways, brother?"
Stanton shook his head sadly before disappearing in to the wall he had just come out of. Not all of his kind had such skill. Only the royal blood line could command the the shadows at will. How unfortunate, thought Stanton, that it would take longer for him to retrieve his priestess now that he knew Ridic was taking her side. It was also a shame that Ridic had chosen to protect the human rather than remove of her.
The cars continued to move by, slowing to a stop as the light changed to red in one direction, the others starting to slip by in another. Their lights left eerie streaks in the sky as the ominous cloud overhead only continued to get blacker and blacker. Ridic looked up at it when he and his companion materialized from thin air far, far away from that dangerous intersection.
"You're safe here, for now." The tall, tan man released Evelyn to watch her fall to the ground. Her knees so weak and body so tired, she could only lay on the warm floor and look up at her saviour with caution.
"Where is here?" she asked. Unable to even push herself up, hands burning from the many cuts and scratches tearing up her skin, the priestess slacked in to the floor. There was nothing she could do about this situation, she realized. Not until she got well. Tomorrow she could leave, she thought. Tomorrow she could run and hopefully find a way back home. They needed her there, what was she doing here?
"Here?" Ridic let a wicked smile twist upon his lips. It was a handsome smile, but one that couldn't be trusted just yet. "This is my home. You're on another planet, lady."