And now... ladies and gentlemen...
DESSERT!
(which comes with a complimentary helping of Awesome Icon courtesy of everyone’s favorite Blood-Sucking Editor… holy shit, I’m getting spoiled rotten… unlike this scrumptious tidbit!)
CONFRONTATION>
Part 3 of 3
BAMF!
He stood balanced perfectly on the top of one of the towers of the outer perimeter fence. Deep within the Miraflores District of Caracas, the Presidential Palace was a glorious and well-fortified monument to the power of the Venezuelan government. He slid soundlessly down the tower roof, flipping over the side and into the lookout platform. A lone guard stood watch, gazing over the maze of streets of the surrounding neighborhood. The Junglefreak crept within inches of the man, watching for tell-tale twitches or anything indicating he had detected the beast’s presence. Nothing. A simple slice to the throat, the man would be down without a struggle. It would be easy…
But unnecessary. And risky. If a guard failed to report in, the alarms would be set off. Lockdown. The creature turned and leapt off the platform, flexing his entire musculature as he stared at a jacaranda tree planted along the Palace wall.
BAMF!
The Junglefreak was crouched on a wide branch of the ornamental tree and climbed swiftly through the branches, and leaves barely shaking as he smoothly shifted weight between branches. From the top of the tree, he could see the building’s roof and he peered around for motion detectors and other surveillance equipment. There were a few units positioned around ducts and shafts. Nothing he hadn’t seen already or couldn’t handle. Two guards kept silent vigils at opposite corners of the roof. His hypermelanocytes kicked in and he leapt silently to the roof edge, scarcely 10 feet from the nearest guard. He padded across the roof and flipped neatly over motion detectors and pressure pads upon the roof surface until he landed on a ventilation duct. He slid inside and was gone.
Bandito followed a mental map of the Palace. He knew where he needed to go, although the thought that he had never been here kept nagging at the corner of his mind. He pushed the thought away. It didn’t matter. The enemy was here. The target. His mission was paramount, and failure was not an option. He passed through dimly lit corridors, crept down narrow secondary stairways, and finally reached the door he had been seeking. He had completely escaped detection, and now his target was before him. Through the door…
BAMF!
The creature was crouched on the plush carpet for a split second before his biological camouflage activated and he rippled out of sight. You would have to be focusing on that exact spot, expecting his appearance, to notice at all or else not convince yourself the millisecond blur was from something you ate. He glanced around and took the whole room in within a few moments.
The Presidential Office. The huge room was lavishly upholstered. Bandito’s attention went straight to his target. President Hugo Chavez sat motionless in the plush chair behind his heavy desk. He was asleep, which was to be expected at 4 in the morning after an all-nighter. But something was wrong. His breathing patterns… The creature’s superacute vision focused in on the President’s neck. A small dart half-full of tranquilizer stuck out of the side of the man’s neck. On the edge of the desk, a petite figure dressed in a shimmering yellow kimono sat cross-legged in meditation. She wore a satin blindfold and there was an array of darts and throwing knives in her sash. The Junglefreak narrowed his eyes to slits. The stranger looked familiar somehow, and another thought tugged at the back of his mind.
NO. The mission was not over. And this lone figure would not stand in his way. The Junglefreak was invisible as he slowly advanced. It made no difference to the blind and silent Mariposa. At his first padded step she rose to her feet and walked delicately along the edge of the desk, and he froze again. She knew he was there. There would be no conversation here, no questions. She sensed his intentions as clearly as he knew that she would not surrender. The silence was finally broken by Bandito, as a low rumbling growl emerged from deep within his feral nature. Mariposa drew two darts in each hand and stood as motionless as a statue. Waiting.
BAMF!
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Roland and Alita Muldoon reached one of the central squares in the Colony, where a company of mages waited. They separated to provide orders and information to the inexperienced magickers about dinosaur behavior and proper strategy. It would be more difficult to restrain and diffuse the situation without the use of lethal force or
They stopped their lectures as the sounds of a loud motor and periodic thumping filled the air overhead. A massive shadow in the moonlight passed over the square, coming from Mount Jennifer to the south. The massive battle zeppelin, shielded with super-dense lead shielding, rumbled into view and advanced toward the towering Weeping columns. The Laslo. Lord Hephaestus Gryphon’s original prototype. It had been kept hidden within the confines of Gryphon Keep for research and reference purposes ever since the Layla had been completed. But now, the massive airship was once more on the move, with Sky Commodore Guy Gibson at the helm. It was time to remind the Weeping exactly whom it was fucking with.
The giant flash cannons on either side of the Laslo warmed up and started firing plasma rays at the nearest ichorous column. At the same time, the Marlborough Squadron Spitfires came roaring past on either side of the giant airship, unleashing a coordinated onslaught with their Fireball Missiles and various incendiaries. There was a deafening crash as one of the tall columns of the Weeping collapsed, smashing through a line of buildings. The ooze cascaded through the adjacent buildings like a tidal wave. There were distant screams, dinosaur and human alike, as they fled the oozing flood.
In the square, Roland and Alita heard the bellowing cries of dinosaurs stampeding toward them. They commanded the mage forces into ranks and spread them out across the square. The first dinosaurs to appear were swift raptors and several iguanodons. The iguanodons were isolated and restrained with energy cords, but the raptors proved more of a challenge. Many of the inexperienced mages, in fits of panic, stuttered through their spell casts and were defenseless as the agile predators swept through, disemboweling and ripping throats as they passed. The animals ran straight through the ranks and sprinted for the opposite buildings as Roland Muldoon drew his dart pistols and ran to cut them off. With a seering pain coursing through his leg, Muldoon emptied his pistols at the fleeing creatures and dropped four of the animals with the tranquilizer darts. He stumbled and fell cursing as three others escaped.
“Watch your bloody backs, lads! Those bastards will come back.” He limped back toward the group as a group of hadrosaurs and ceratopsians emerged from the side streets. The expert mages stepped forward, deftly wielding the full might of the Sunstone Powers. The large animals began to fall back or were struck down and restrained. More dinosaurs emerged from the streets in a full onslaught, and the mages were driven back. Alita grabbed a pulse rifle and joined her father as they stood before the dinosaur hordes and defended their city. The raptors that had escaped recruited several allosaurs and a Deinocheirus, and they returned in force. Pterosaurs appeared over the buildings to the east and started diving attacks.
Things were looking bad when Roland Muldoon heard the whirring sound again. Tarsala whipped in from the north and dropped to the ground. Its wands blurred as it laced a shield overhead against the flying reptiles, which were caught in the mystical strands and were stuck like insects in a great spider’s web. The blattoid scuttled through the mage ranks to the front lines and rose tall once more, flinging dinosaurs into the shield overhead with powerful levitation spells. It was too busy to see what Alita alone saw.
What is that?As she watched the enmeshed dinosaurs, Alita saw curious ribbons of brilliant light emerge from their bodies. The animals would go limp, apparently unconscious, the moment the ribbon passed completely out of them. The ribbons slipped along the mystic strands of the shield, merging together when they met. At the same time, similar ribbons of light emerged out of each of the unconscious or restrained dinosaurs on the ground. It was all happening simultaneously, and it was happening so fast. The ribbons all flowed in the same direction, and continued to merge when they intersected. Alita slipped out of the ranks and followed the light ribbons, which were flowing down a deserted alley.
The alley emptied out onto a narrow avenue, and Alita watched the ribbons flow one by one into the body of a single animal. It was a large, aggressive Pachycephalosaurus with brightly glowing white eyes, stomping the ground as it peered around it. It was flanked on all sides by raptors that behaved exactly like bodyguards, watching the shadows for enemies’ movements. One of the animals saw Alita in the darkness and growled as it advanced. She raised and primed her pulse rifle, her heart pounding like never before. The dinosaur with the glowing eyes grunted loudly and the raptor paused. It turned suddenly and the whole group continued down the street. With a deep shudder, Alita saw more of the white ribbons flowing out of streets ahead of them and flowing into the animal. She heard a soft noise overhead and glanced skyward. Silhouetted in the moonlight, Doctor Curare stood on the roof ledge above her. She looked at him with pleading eyes… eyes full of fear. He nodded once and ran along the ledge until he leapt to the next rooftop, his cloak flowing out behind him.
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The man stepped through the sliding doors and walked into the empty foyer. There was nobody at the guard station and he strode to the glass elevator. The elevator stood isolated in the central core of the giant complex. He stepped inside and punched in a passcode into the console. It was an old code, but it might just work. An overhead light flashed red.
The alert was sent directly to the command computer bank in the giant penthouse office 40 stories above. At his desk, a second man saw the alert code and brought up the viewer. He stared at the monitor for several moments, and a smile crossed his lips. He activated the scanner sensors that passed up and down the body of the man in the elevator. There were no electronic or bionic recording devices or beacons. No weapons were detected, save one that he held up in an obvious offering. The man at the desk spoke into a small microphone.
“Place it in the drawer.”
With a hydraulic hiss, a metallic drawer slid out of the elevator wall. The man placed his weapon into the compartment and it slid shut. The light over his head flashed to green and the elevator slid upward through the building. He passed floor after floor of cubicle-packed offices and a variety of exercise and training facilities. Finally he reached the upper levels, and the elevator slid into the floor of the large penthouse. The door slid open and he walked out slowly. To his left, he could sense her presence. She followed just behind as he entered the room. He faced a huge desk with a monitor bank to one side. Silhouetted against a massive window, Kasigi Omi rose to his feet and walked around the desk as the man bowed down on one knee.
“So... he returns to us at last, Tetsu-ko. Welcome to the City, Kiyagi-san.”
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The guards stationed at the Snowflake Gate entrance were in high spirits. They had not been attacked for a few hours, since the bizarre assault that came from nowhere and ended just as quickly. The lone mage was not as cheerful. The dinosaurs had acted so strangely, and he could not help thinking there was something about the Gate that had affected them. Perhaps they had left because the Sunstones bothered them. It seemed like a bit of a stretch, but it was the only positive thing he could focus on. Well, that wasn’t entirely true. As they stood watch, it seemed that the sounds of the fighting had died down. There were the sounds of warfare as the Marlborough Squadron and the Laslo battled the fearsome Weeping, but the cries of humans and dinosaurs had certainly decreased. Was it possible that they had given up? Was it possible that the humans would take back their city in one night?
The mage turned to regard the fallen allosaur. He had finally gotten it with a crystal coil spell, and it finally lay silent after much struggling and growling. As he watched the beast, a ribbon of bright light slipped from the body and wriggled across the cobblestones toward the line of buildings. Startled, the mage ran after it. It might provide some clues into the dinosaurs’ behavior… His musings were cut short as a large raptor leapt out of the darkness and dug its killing toeclaws into his heart. He didn’t get the chance to scream. The guards did. It made no difference.
The raptors crowded around the lone Pachycephalosaurus, their task completed. The tasks of all the dinosaurs had been completed, and the final ribbons of the Entity flowed out from their bodies and into their final host from this realm. The raptors slumped to the ground as the lumbering animal turned and entered the tunnel-shaped cavern that led to the Snowflake Gate. As it had predicted, the runes and Sunstone fragments around the Gate were completely dark, drained by the humans in their struggle to protect their city against a monumental distraction. The dinosaur, its entire body bathed in white light, charged the Snowflake projection and slammed through the mystic barrier.
The animal opened its eyes to a wide expansive chamber with a seemingly erratic pattern of lights along the distant walls. Or perhaps they were distant stars gleaming from the horizon… it was too dark to see what lay beyond the lights. The ground, or floor, was also quite black, with an eery fog that covered the dinosaur’s feet. Along the edge of the chamber, several gleaming pillars marked the pathways to alternate Earths. The chamber was deathly quiet. Then a disembodied voice spoke to it, alone in the darkness.
You are victorious. You have defeated the creatures of this realm and reached the Great Rift. You have used the ancient ones to overcome all barriers. And now, here at the end, the only thing standing between you and your final destination…
… is ME.
The darkness underneath the fog at the dinosaur’s feet seemed to contract and solidify as a ghostly human silhouette rose from the Gate’s floor. The dinosaur, its eyes flaring bright white, hissed in rage and alarm at this new foe composed of darkness and shadow. The animal charged forward and the dark form suddenly expanded outward and slid to meet it. Before the animal could skid to a stop, the shadow fell upon it like a breaking wave. The creature was knocked off its feet, enveloped in darkness, and it bellowed in rage as it rose and lunged back and forth, striking nothing. As if in answer, a flurry of scarlet razor-edged leaves appeared out of the void, slicing through flesh and bone as if they were butter.
Visibility Gettin’ all Exponential and Shit...
What was up with that?! How that be? Hey, let’s get some dialogue going about the future of this Visible maelstrom, kids.
It should be noted that one of my next stories will be outside our current timeline in order to fulfill a pledge I made to collect on the Last Will and Testament of one Actionhero.
Coming in 1 month…
Mexico City: Day of the Dead
Oh, and happy October! It’s a very good month.
(which comes with a complimentary helping of Awesome Icon courtesy of everyone’s favorite Blood-Sucking Editor… holy shit, I’m getting spoiled rotten… unlike this scrumptious tidbit!)
CONFRONTATION>
Part 3 of 3
BAMF!
He stood balanced perfectly on the top of one of the towers of the outer perimeter fence. Deep within the Miraflores District of Caracas, the Presidential Palace was a glorious and well-fortified monument to the power of the Venezuelan government. He slid soundlessly down the tower roof, flipping over the side and into the lookout platform. A lone guard stood watch, gazing over the maze of streets of the surrounding neighborhood. The Junglefreak crept within inches of the man, watching for tell-tale twitches or anything indicating he had detected the beast’s presence. Nothing. A simple slice to the throat, the man would be down without a struggle. It would be easy…
But unnecessary. And risky. If a guard failed to report in, the alarms would be set off. Lockdown. The creature turned and leapt off the platform, flexing his entire musculature as he stared at a jacaranda tree planted along the Palace wall.
BAMF!
The Junglefreak was crouched on a wide branch of the ornamental tree and climbed swiftly through the branches, and leaves barely shaking as he smoothly shifted weight between branches. From the top of the tree, he could see the building’s roof and he peered around for motion detectors and other surveillance equipment. There were a few units positioned around ducts and shafts. Nothing he hadn’t seen already or couldn’t handle. Two guards kept silent vigils at opposite corners of the roof. His hypermelanocytes kicked in and he leapt silently to the roof edge, scarcely 10 feet from the nearest guard. He padded across the roof and flipped neatly over motion detectors and pressure pads upon the roof surface until he landed on a ventilation duct. He slid inside and was gone.
Bandito followed a mental map of the Palace. He knew where he needed to go, although the thought that he had never been here kept nagging at the corner of his mind. He pushed the thought away. It didn’t matter. The enemy was here. The target. His mission was paramount, and failure was not an option. He passed through dimly lit corridors, crept down narrow secondary stairways, and finally reached the door he had been seeking. He had completely escaped detection, and now his target was before him. Through the door…
BAMF!
The creature was crouched on the plush carpet for a split second before his biological camouflage activated and he rippled out of sight. You would have to be focusing on that exact spot, expecting his appearance, to notice at all or else not convince yourself the millisecond blur was from something you ate. He glanced around and took the whole room in within a few moments.
The Presidential Office. The huge room was lavishly upholstered. Bandito’s attention went straight to his target. President Hugo Chavez sat motionless in the plush chair behind his heavy desk. He was asleep, which was to be expected at 4 in the morning after an all-nighter. But something was wrong. His breathing patterns… The creature’s superacute vision focused in on the President’s neck. A small dart half-full of tranquilizer stuck out of the side of the man’s neck. On the edge of the desk, a petite figure dressed in a shimmering yellow kimono sat cross-legged in meditation. She wore a satin blindfold and there was an array of darts and throwing knives in her sash. The Junglefreak narrowed his eyes to slits. The stranger looked familiar somehow, and another thought tugged at the back of his mind.
NO. The mission was not over. And this lone figure would not stand in his way. The Junglefreak was invisible as he slowly advanced. It made no difference to the blind and silent Mariposa. At his first padded step she rose to her feet and walked delicately along the edge of the desk, and he froze again. She knew he was there. There would be no conversation here, no questions. She sensed his intentions as clearly as he knew that she would not surrender. The silence was finally broken by Bandito, as a low rumbling growl emerged from deep within his feral nature. Mariposa drew two darts in each hand and stood as motionless as a statue. Waiting.
BAMF!
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Roland and Alita Muldoon reached one of the central squares in the Colony, where a company of mages waited. They separated to provide orders and information to the inexperienced magickers about dinosaur behavior and proper strategy. It would be more difficult to restrain and diffuse the situation without the use of lethal force or
They stopped their lectures as the sounds of a loud motor and periodic thumping filled the air overhead. A massive shadow in the moonlight passed over the square, coming from Mount Jennifer to the south. The massive battle zeppelin, shielded with super-dense lead shielding, rumbled into view and advanced toward the towering Weeping columns. The Laslo. Lord Hephaestus Gryphon’s original prototype. It had been kept hidden within the confines of Gryphon Keep for research and reference purposes ever since the Layla had been completed. But now, the massive airship was once more on the move, with Sky Commodore Guy Gibson at the helm. It was time to remind the Weeping exactly whom it was fucking with.
The giant flash cannons on either side of the Laslo warmed up and started firing plasma rays at the nearest ichorous column. At the same time, the Marlborough Squadron Spitfires came roaring past on either side of the giant airship, unleashing a coordinated onslaught with their Fireball Missiles and various incendiaries. There was a deafening crash as one of the tall columns of the Weeping collapsed, smashing through a line of buildings. The ooze cascaded through the adjacent buildings like a tidal wave. There were distant screams, dinosaur and human alike, as they fled the oozing flood.
In the square, Roland and Alita heard the bellowing cries of dinosaurs stampeding toward them. They commanded the mage forces into ranks and spread them out across the square. The first dinosaurs to appear were swift raptors and several iguanodons. The iguanodons were isolated and restrained with energy cords, but the raptors proved more of a challenge. Many of the inexperienced mages, in fits of panic, stuttered through their spell casts and were defenseless as the agile predators swept through, disemboweling and ripping throats as they passed. The animals ran straight through the ranks and sprinted for the opposite buildings as Roland Muldoon drew his dart pistols and ran to cut them off. With a seering pain coursing through his leg, Muldoon emptied his pistols at the fleeing creatures and dropped four of the animals with the tranquilizer darts. He stumbled and fell cursing as three others escaped.
“Watch your bloody backs, lads! Those bastards will come back.” He limped back toward the group as a group of hadrosaurs and ceratopsians emerged from the side streets. The expert mages stepped forward, deftly wielding the full might of the Sunstone Powers. The large animals began to fall back or were struck down and restrained. More dinosaurs emerged from the streets in a full onslaught, and the mages were driven back. Alita grabbed a pulse rifle and joined her father as they stood before the dinosaur hordes and defended their city. The raptors that had escaped recruited several allosaurs and a Deinocheirus, and they returned in force. Pterosaurs appeared over the buildings to the east and started diving attacks.
Things were looking bad when Roland Muldoon heard the whirring sound again. Tarsala whipped in from the north and dropped to the ground. Its wands blurred as it laced a shield overhead against the flying reptiles, which were caught in the mystical strands and were stuck like insects in a great spider’s web. The blattoid scuttled through the mage ranks to the front lines and rose tall once more, flinging dinosaurs into the shield overhead with powerful levitation spells. It was too busy to see what Alita alone saw.
What is that?As she watched the enmeshed dinosaurs, Alita saw curious ribbons of brilliant light emerge from their bodies. The animals would go limp, apparently unconscious, the moment the ribbon passed completely out of them. The ribbons slipped along the mystic strands of the shield, merging together when they met. At the same time, similar ribbons of light emerged out of each of the unconscious or restrained dinosaurs on the ground. It was all happening simultaneously, and it was happening so fast. The ribbons all flowed in the same direction, and continued to merge when they intersected. Alita slipped out of the ranks and followed the light ribbons, which were flowing down a deserted alley.
The alley emptied out onto a narrow avenue, and Alita watched the ribbons flow one by one into the body of a single animal. It was a large, aggressive Pachycephalosaurus with brightly glowing white eyes, stomping the ground as it peered around it. It was flanked on all sides by raptors that behaved exactly like bodyguards, watching the shadows for enemies’ movements. One of the animals saw Alita in the darkness and growled as it advanced. She raised and primed her pulse rifle, her heart pounding like never before. The dinosaur with the glowing eyes grunted loudly and the raptor paused. It turned suddenly and the whole group continued down the street. With a deep shudder, Alita saw more of the white ribbons flowing out of streets ahead of them and flowing into the animal. She heard a soft noise overhead and glanced skyward. Silhouetted in the moonlight, Doctor Curare stood on the roof ledge above her. She looked at him with pleading eyes… eyes full of fear. He nodded once and ran along the ledge until he leapt to the next rooftop, his cloak flowing out behind him.
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The man stepped through the sliding doors and walked into the empty foyer. There was nobody at the guard station and he strode to the glass elevator. The elevator stood isolated in the central core of the giant complex. He stepped inside and punched in a passcode into the console. It was an old code, but it might just work. An overhead light flashed red.
The alert was sent directly to the command computer bank in the giant penthouse office 40 stories above. At his desk, a second man saw the alert code and brought up the viewer. He stared at the monitor for several moments, and a smile crossed his lips. He activated the scanner sensors that passed up and down the body of the man in the elevator. There were no electronic or bionic recording devices or beacons. No weapons were detected, save one that he held up in an obvious offering. The man at the desk spoke into a small microphone.
“Place it in the drawer.”
With a hydraulic hiss, a metallic drawer slid out of the elevator wall. The man placed his weapon into the compartment and it slid shut. The light over his head flashed to green and the elevator slid upward through the building. He passed floor after floor of cubicle-packed offices and a variety of exercise and training facilities. Finally he reached the upper levels, and the elevator slid into the floor of the large penthouse. The door slid open and he walked out slowly. To his left, he could sense her presence. She followed just behind as he entered the room. He faced a huge desk with a monitor bank to one side. Silhouetted against a massive window, Kasigi Omi rose to his feet and walked around the desk as the man bowed down on one knee.
“So... he returns to us at last, Tetsu-ko. Welcome to the City, Kiyagi-san.”
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The guards stationed at the Snowflake Gate entrance were in high spirits. They had not been attacked for a few hours, since the bizarre assault that came from nowhere and ended just as quickly. The lone mage was not as cheerful. The dinosaurs had acted so strangely, and he could not help thinking there was something about the Gate that had affected them. Perhaps they had left because the Sunstones bothered them. It seemed like a bit of a stretch, but it was the only positive thing he could focus on. Well, that wasn’t entirely true. As they stood watch, it seemed that the sounds of the fighting had died down. There were the sounds of warfare as the Marlborough Squadron and the Laslo battled the fearsome Weeping, but the cries of humans and dinosaurs had certainly decreased. Was it possible that they had given up? Was it possible that the humans would take back their city in one night?
The mage turned to regard the fallen allosaur. He had finally gotten it with a crystal coil spell, and it finally lay silent after much struggling and growling. As he watched the beast, a ribbon of bright light slipped from the body and wriggled across the cobblestones toward the line of buildings. Startled, the mage ran after it. It might provide some clues into the dinosaurs’ behavior… His musings were cut short as a large raptor leapt out of the darkness and dug its killing toeclaws into his heart. He didn’t get the chance to scream. The guards did. It made no difference.
The raptors crowded around the lone Pachycephalosaurus, their task completed. The tasks of all the dinosaurs had been completed, and the final ribbons of the Entity flowed out from their bodies and into their final host from this realm. The raptors slumped to the ground as the lumbering animal turned and entered the tunnel-shaped cavern that led to the Snowflake Gate. As it had predicted, the runes and Sunstone fragments around the Gate were completely dark, drained by the humans in their struggle to protect their city against a monumental distraction. The dinosaur, its entire body bathed in white light, charged the Snowflake projection and slammed through the mystic barrier.
The animal opened its eyes to a wide expansive chamber with a seemingly erratic pattern of lights along the distant walls. Or perhaps they were distant stars gleaming from the horizon… it was too dark to see what lay beyond the lights. The ground, or floor, was also quite black, with an eery fog that covered the dinosaur’s feet. Along the edge of the chamber, several gleaming pillars marked the pathways to alternate Earths. The chamber was deathly quiet. Then a disembodied voice spoke to it, alone in the darkness.
You are victorious. You have defeated the creatures of this realm and reached the Great Rift. You have used the ancient ones to overcome all barriers. And now, here at the end, the only thing standing between you and your final destination…
… is ME.
The darkness underneath the fog at the dinosaur’s feet seemed to contract and solidify as a ghostly human silhouette rose from the Gate’s floor. The dinosaur, its eyes flaring bright white, hissed in rage and alarm at this new foe composed of darkness and shadow. The animal charged forward and the dark form suddenly expanded outward and slid to meet it. Before the animal could skid to a stop, the shadow fell upon it like a breaking wave. The creature was knocked off its feet, enveloped in darkness, and it bellowed in rage as it rose and lunged back and forth, striking nothing. As if in answer, a flurry of scarlet razor-edged leaves appeared out of the void, slicing through flesh and bone as if they were butter.
Visibility Gettin’ all Exponential and Shit...
What was up with that?! How that be? Hey, let’s get some dialogue going about the future of this Visible maelstrom, kids.
It should be noted that one of my next stories will be outside our current timeline in order to fulfill a pledge I made to collect on the Last Will and Testament of one Actionhero.
Coming in 1 month…
Mexico City: Day of the Dead
Oh, and happy October! It’s a very good month.