Reflection
Kyran had seemed like an ok guy. Fianna kin, would've made a good garou. His offer for a place to stay was exactly what Vik needed. The loss of his mentor and the untimely visit to the Shadowlands had taken their toll. Vik had to get back to the remaining Strider pack soon, but he had some time to spare, and the company was desparately needed. He was concerned that he was beggining to push away his Denparents; Rachel and James, and the other cubs; Leon and Simon, but he would deal with that in good time. All that mattered now was to get out of that place, away from the wyrm and that feeling of death's presence. He was sure some... thing had followed him back from the umbra, but all that he wanted to do was SLEEP. He would declare the possbility of taint at his next visit to a bawn.
"That was excellent. Honestly, I've gotta learn how to cook like that, or else I'm stuck with whatever's left lying around."
"I'll teach you if you want, It's just something I picked up with my brother. Trust me, as a Fianna kin you gotta be good with this sorta thing. Would you like some coffee?"
"Please."
The meal had been the best he'd had since his change. Kyran could cook, as well as brew. The coffee was the same standard.
"Hmmm... I don't think that that milk was good, I'll go check the date." A strange look on Kyran's face caught Vik's attention away from his mug.
"Are you ok?"
"Sure, no problems."
Kyran went into the kitchen. Vik finished the coffee and waited for him to come back. He wanted to retire, but it would be rude not to thank him once more and say goodnight. Kyran was taking a while.
A loud crash sounded from the kitchen, though not the sound of broken glass.
"KYRAN?"
No reply. Vik charged into the room. Kyran lay unconscious next to the refrigerator. His nerves, and his fatigue, were taking their toll once more, and Vik could not find Kyran's pulse. This was strange. Vik felt fine. He reached for his phone and dialed Simon's number.
"Hey Vik."
Then the feeling started.
"Listen, I'm at Kyran's house, I gave you the address? Something's wrong... Just get over here now with James and the others." The feeling was worse now. Vik was having problems standing, so rose up to Glabro, hoping that the regeneration abilities would solve the problem.
"OH GREAT!" came James' voice. "Go off and not tell us where again, your in trouble now..."
"JUST... just get over here now... I'm begining to..."
Why was Vik feeling worse? He caught himself and shifted to Chrinos, yet he still needed to sit down.
"Beginning to WHAT exactly..."
"HELP... NOW!" Vik roared, only just able to throw through his throat.
He lost his grip of the phone, it fell to the ground. But that didn't matter now. He could hear James yelling at him, if he could only focus on the voice for long enough...
Darkness caught him. Memories of the torn, wailing faces in the Shadowlands clawed once more at him in his dreams.
That seemed so long ago. How long had he been here? Two days? Weeks? Whatever the hell had knocked him out had been amazing stuff. Not even the War form had been enough. Was Kyran responsible for this? Was he involved at all? He wasn't here, but he'd gone down alright. Or was that just a trick pulled off by the Wyrm?
Either way, whoever had put him in here and keep him there knew far too well how they should do it. The cell was barely large enough for the Chrinos form, and only if Vik was to contact with the silver bars of the prison. It'd been cut in a earthen wall somewhere underground, somewhere that stank of decay. The taint of the wyrm was present here, but weak. It didn't matter, he wasnt dead yet, but he couldn't get out. The silver bars were painful to the touch even in homid, and the silver contained within the cashboxes pushed into the corner prevented him from channeling his gnosis in any way.
All his options were used up. He'd sent a message to Magpie with the talen she had given to him, and he wasn't about to risk the fetish around his neck, the only remaining link to his past. Someone had to know he was gone. Surely James would be looking for him.
Vik waited. As a bitter reminder, he scratched the glyphs for 'CUB' and 'AHROUN' above the 'VIK' into the wall so that another in his place could learn of their fate to come. He'd be found... even if he was dead when they came. Whoever was doing this would pay. But the glyphs were depressing him more than he thought they would at the time. Some legacy to leave to the nation... no legacy at all, he was but a cub.
Time passed slowly. Vik drifted back to sleep, back to those faces. So this was what death was like? So fitting... for an Ahroun of the Strider Tribe to die alone in the darkness before his time.
Time passed slowly...
"That was excellent. Honestly, I've gotta learn how to cook like that, or else I'm stuck with whatever's left lying around."
"I'll teach you if you want, It's just something I picked up with my brother. Trust me, as a Fianna kin you gotta be good with this sorta thing. Would you like some coffee?"
"Please."
The meal had been the best he'd had since his change. Kyran could cook, as well as brew. The coffee was the same standard.
"Hmmm... I don't think that that milk was good, I'll go check the date." A strange look on Kyran's face caught Vik's attention away from his mug.
"Are you ok?"
"Sure, no problems."
Kyran went into the kitchen. Vik finished the coffee and waited for him to come back. He wanted to retire, but it would be rude not to thank him once more and say goodnight. Kyran was taking a while.
A loud crash sounded from the kitchen, though not the sound of broken glass.
"KYRAN?"
No reply. Vik charged into the room. Kyran lay unconscious next to the refrigerator. His nerves, and his fatigue, were taking their toll once more, and Vik could not find Kyran's pulse. This was strange. Vik felt fine. He reached for his phone and dialed Simon's number.
"Hey Vik."
Then the feeling started.
"Listen, I'm at Kyran's house, I gave you the address? Something's wrong... Just get over here now with James and the others." The feeling was worse now. Vik was having problems standing, so rose up to Glabro, hoping that the regeneration abilities would solve the problem.
"OH GREAT!" came James' voice. "Go off and not tell us where again, your in trouble now..."
"JUST... just get over here now... I'm begining to..."
Why was Vik feeling worse? He caught himself and shifted to Chrinos, yet he still needed to sit down.
"Beginning to WHAT exactly..."
"HELP... NOW!" Vik roared, only just able to throw through his throat.
He lost his grip of the phone, it fell to the ground. But that didn't matter now. He could hear James yelling at him, if he could only focus on the voice for long enough...
Darkness caught him. Memories of the torn, wailing faces in the Shadowlands clawed once more at him in his dreams.
That seemed so long ago. How long had he been here? Two days? Weeks? Whatever the hell had knocked him out had been amazing stuff. Not even the War form had been enough. Was Kyran responsible for this? Was he involved at all? He wasn't here, but he'd gone down alright. Or was that just a trick pulled off by the Wyrm?
Either way, whoever had put him in here and keep him there knew far too well how they should do it. The cell was barely large enough for the Chrinos form, and only if Vik was to contact with the silver bars of the prison. It'd been cut in a earthen wall somewhere underground, somewhere that stank of decay. The taint of the wyrm was present here, but weak. It didn't matter, he wasnt dead yet, but he couldn't get out. The silver bars were painful to the touch even in homid, and the silver contained within the cashboxes pushed into the corner prevented him from channeling his gnosis in any way.
All his options were used up. He'd sent a message to Magpie with the talen she had given to him, and he wasn't about to risk the fetish around his neck, the only remaining link to his past. Someone had to know he was gone. Surely James would be looking for him.
Vik waited. As a bitter reminder, he scratched the glyphs for 'CUB' and 'AHROUN' above the 'VIK' into the wall so that another in his place could learn of their fate to come. He'd be found... even if he was dead when they came. Whoever was doing this would pay. But the glyphs were depressing him more than he thought they would at the time. Some legacy to leave to the nation... no legacy at all, he was but a cub.
Time passed slowly. Vik drifted back to sleep, back to those faces. So this was what death was like? So fitting... for an Ahroun of the Strider Tribe to die alone in the darkness before his time.
Time passed slowly...