Post by Lucas Lightner on Oct 5, 2016 20:30:56 GMT -5
Coughing and hacking was about all that Lucas could hear as he stumbled through the black smoke-filled subway platform. People of every shape and size rushed out around him, and he felt himself get pushed around by the seemingly never-ending crowd as they tried to escape. Ahead, he could hear the sounds of battle: Grunts and screams and the crack of concrete as it gave way to the supernatural forces at play. The rest of the people, the ones that retreated around him, had no idea what was going on; they just wanted to live, which meant getting away from there.
There had been an explosion of sorts, one that drew Lucas’ attention not for the sound, but for what he felt with his sixth sense: Two spiritual pressures, locked in battle. A quick peek at his compass had told him all that he needed to know.
One was a Quincy, the other was not.
Maybe it was some human spiritualist, but Lucas knew better. Chances were a Shinigami with kill orders, or a Hollow. Neither option was pretty for his friend and Lucas ran through the streets of Tokyo until he found the smoke billowing out of the subway entrance with countless people streaming out with it.
He charged in, which left him stumbling around in the dark and trying to filter his breathing through the thick sleeve of his uniform’s jacket. He couldn’t hear the battle now, but he could feel the rubble under his feet. There were heavy stones of what was once the walls of this subway platform. A quick glance to his left, even through the thick veil that burned at his eyes, showed him a couple pillars were cracked in half and missing large, middle sections.
Another glance, this one towards the subway tracks, revealed that there wasn’t even a train here. All of the people who had escape the now mostly-empty, mostly-quiet platform were just waiting, or just departed. Whichever the case, at least they were away from this place now, and there were no tell-tale signs of death.
Until Lucas took one more step and felt his shoes slid on something decently thick and wet. He looked down, but the smell of blood hit him first and told him all that he needed to know: The fight was probably over, and only one of them walked away from here.
Lucas took a few more steps forward, but the dust hung heavy in the platform. There was a fire burning somewhere, perhaps in the nearby ticketing office, but Lucas could only make out the vaguest silhouettes of flames from where he stood, which must have been the very middle of the platform. He still couldn’t see even the figure of another person, though, even as his mind screamed at him that there was someone else there.
“Hello?” He called out, to no immediate answer. After all, why would a Quincy who just killed someone or something, or a Hollow that just ate a Quincy, bother answering to something like that? They might not even realize that he himself was a spiritually aware individual.
Nor did Lucas want to sound like a fool to a regular person who he simply couldn’t see or hear at the moment. So he decided on the simplest course of action, vague enough to not raise any strange questions. He’d only need one word.
“Quincy?”
*****
566 Words
There had been an explosion of sorts, one that drew Lucas’ attention not for the sound, but for what he felt with his sixth sense: Two spiritual pressures, locked in battle. A quick peek at his compass had told him all that he needed to know.
One was a Quincy, the other was not.
Maybe it was some human spiritualist, but Lucas knew better. Chances were a Shinigami with kill orders, or a Hollow. Neither option was pretty for his friend and Lucas ran through the streets of Tokyo until he found the smoke billowing out of the subway entrance with countless people streaming out with it.
He charged in, which left him stumbling around in the dark and trying to filter his breathing through the thick sleeve of his uniform’s jacket. He couldn’t hear the battle now, but he could feel the rubble under his feet. There were heavy stones of what was once the walls of this subway platform. A quick glance to his left, even through the thick veil that burned at his eyes, showed him a couple pillars were cracked in half and missing large, middle sections.
Another glance, this one towards the subway tracks, revealed that there wasn’t even a train here. All of the people who had escape the now mostly-empty, mostly-quiet platform were just waiting, or just departed. Whichever the case, at least they were away from this place now, and there were no tell-tale signs of death.
Until Lucas took one more step and felt his shoes slid on something decently thick and wet. He looked down, but the smell of blood hit him first and told him all that he needed to know: The fight was probably over, and only one of them walked away from here.
Lucas took a few more steps forward, but the dust hung heavy in the platform. There was a fire burning somewhere, perhaps in the nearby ticketing office, but Lucas could only make out the vaguest silhouettes of flames from where he stood, which must have been the very middle of the platform. He still couldn’t see even the figure of another person, though, even as his mind screamed at him that there was someone else there.
“Hello?” He called out, to no immediate answer. After all, why would a Quincy who just killed someone or something, or a Hollow that just ate a Quincy, bother answering to something like that? They might not even realize that he himself was a spiritually aware individual.
Nor did Lucas want to sound like a fool to a regular person who he simply couldn’t see or hear at the moment. So he decided on the simplest course of action, vague enough to not raise any strange questions. He’d only need one word.
“Quincy?”
*****
566 Words