Post by Phoebe Robyne on Feb 9, 2014 14:22:47 GMT -5
This day had been as fruitless as the last few days of research. The girl was disappointed that she could not yet find any answers and headed out the door, deciding then and there she would not come back. It was outside of the library that she caught this strange cold breeze. It was not the wind or the cold night. It was just this piercing sensation of fear and discomfort right down her spine. Phoebe looked around quickly for any eyes on her before she continued down the stairs and hurried down the sidewalk. The blonde recognized the sense of these creatures now. She knew what it felt like when they were so close. Usually, however, the chase would begin before her sense could be of any use. Turning the corner, she realized why she hadn't been attacked yet. There were two of them down the street, large in figure. Phoebe didn't know what they were doing but there was another man, and he was not an angel. The girl didn't know what the larger men were but she knew they were one of those two kinds of creatures that constantly tried to kill her. Were they hunting another man too?
Not sure what motivated her (she was never a hero), the blonde stepped closer to them, willing her powers to get strong before she had to get hurt. With the dark-eyed creatures, she could kill them when she was close to dying, as the strength wasn't something that manifested at will. These other types were harder because she never knew what to do until she was afraid. Once they were only a few yards away, her fear brought back the memory of what she had to do. Shaking now, she took out a small box cutter from her bag. It was a 'weapon' she would take with her during this constant paranoia. Pressing it on the side of her forearm was enough. Then her finger got to work with the blood, drawing as long as she had the time.
"STOP!" she cried out when they moved, though her voice was weak. The angels turned and then smiled at her, as if they recognized her. Did they all know her? When they were both close enough, she slapped a hand down on the sigil she'd drawn and the two disappeared with an unusual bright light. She held down the wound she'd created for herself, a little dizzy from the stress but forcing herself through.
"Are you okay?" she forced out the question at the only man left, not sure what else to say. She didn't want to question him, she wasn't even sure he'd want to talk after what she did. If he just ran, it'd be better for both of them. The cut was painful and she still could not stand through much pain, though it wasn't the worst she endured.
Not sure what motivated her (she was never a hero), the blonde stepped closer to them, willing her powers to get strong before she had to get hurt. With the dark-eyed creatures, she could kill them when she was close to dying, as the strength wasn't something that manifested at will. These other types were harder because she never knew what to do until she was afraid. Once they were only a few yards away, her fear brought back the memory of what she had to do. Shaking now, she took out a small box cutter from her bag. It was a 'weapon' she would take with her during this constant paranoia. Pressing it on the side of her forearm was enough. Then her finger got to work with the blood, drawing as long as she had the time.
"STOP!" she cried out when they moved, though her voice was weak. The angels turned and then smiled at her, as if they recognized her. Did they all know her? When they were both close enough, she slapped a hand down on the sigil she'd drawn and the two disappeared with an unusual bright light. She held down the wound she'd created for herself, a little dizzy from the stress but forcing herself through.
"Are you okay?" she forced out the question at the only man left, not sure what else to say. She didn't want to question him, she wasn't even sure he'd want to talk after what she did. If he just ran, it'd be better for both of them. The cut was painful and she still could not stand through much pain, though it wasn't the worst she endured.
