It was cold. That can be assured. It was good, Ben thought, that at least the snow had not been warped by the nightmare. He could remember it in far too many dimensions of his mind- he could feel it, when his thoughts stopped it pervaded the silence. Like soldiers returning from wars with hollow cheeks and ever-lasting fear.

Click, flick, froosh ( Read more... )

Dawn breaks with cold and fell purpose, illuminating the normally vibrant and full-of-life valley with a diminished and unpromising warmth. The migrants had returned to their make-shift hovels, filled with confusion and dread for what they had seen of their beloved Saviour, their leader, was that he was of an uncompramising evil ( Read more... )

How he came across the item is a mystery, perhaps mentioned in a book or his powers yielded images of it. Either is highly unlikely.

Of what is importance, though, is that the Bar's reach extended far enough to at least replicate it, although Ben had no funds enough to pay for it.

Ben Hawkins had Susan's wedding present.

Ben Hawkins was sitting, curled, in the corner. Terrible thoughts ran counter-clockwise throughout his brain and dragged tired emotions with them. Failure is the most bitter taste of them all ( Read more... )

Ben Hawkins pretty much slept where he had sat, though he only was able to sleep in snatches. Drained both physically and emotionally, he was currently trying to deny thoughts of food. It'd been days since he'd last eaten, after all. His clothing- the sleeves of his shirt, mostly- were stained a brilliant blue. He was exhausted ( Read more... )

Comfort comes in strange shapes and forms- when wounded physically or emotionally, creatures tend to seek out places of comfort. For cats, high places are synonymous with safety. For people, though? Each to their own. Ben found himself positioned in one of the corners of the room, knees pulled up to his chest, arms wrapped around them and his head ( Read more... )

Ben fled, ran as fast as he could. Passed countless startled people, trucks, cars, trailers, carts. Running for his life, literally. He glanced backwards to assure himself he had escaped thusfar and kept running. The dusty exspanse which the Carnival was sprawled on gave way to a field of corn, which grew as high as a man. It was here where Ben ran ( Read more... )

The carnival was alive at night, positively buzzing with people, noise and lights. Men stood infront of sideshows calling out eagerly for an audience, people spoke to each other in exhited tones. The Collossus, a mamoth of a Ferris Wheel, noisily turned to the great enjoyment of its passengers ( Read more... )

Ben sat in the dark, on the back of a motorvehicle, with his arms sitting across his knees, watching the quiet house upon the hill where his enemy lived in wealth and comfort. The darkest of beings, who will end the world if given the chance. Sophie had been there- after she left the carnival, after he mother's death. Ben and Sophie were very close ( Read more... )

"He knows? That she's one of us?" An anxious Ben asked. Another meeting, in Management's old trailer. "Well, he puttin' letch on the banner on it!" Samson, gravely. Ben sighed. "Oh, shit." He paced to the opposite end of the trailer and back. "Well, y'didn't... Y'didn't see her at the house ( Read more... )