Post by Deleted on Jun 5, 2012 1:47:00 GMT -5
[align=right]Jason Sanders
â€If you look long enough into the void, the void begins to look back through you."[/color][/size][/align]
Jason Sanders was lost. Not in the literal sense of the word; he knew exactly where he was, geographically speaking. He always knew where he was, even if he was blindfolded, knocked out, drugged, and carried around in the back of mule pulled cart. It was one of the many, many gifts that he had been bestowed with in his short life, one that had served him well many a time before. But now... Now that gift had failed him. It had failed him in a way that he had never expected, a way he had never even thought to prepare for. He was lost, lost on the infinitely branching road of life. He didn’t know where to go. He didn't know what to do. All he knew was his destination. Or, what he hoped was his destination. He wasn’t exactly clear on that either, although he did know more about it than he did about how to get there. It confusing, how little he understood what was going on. It scared him. But, at the same time, it gave him strength. Strength to push past the fear, the uncertainty, the pain. Strength to keep moving onwards. To keeping fighting. To keep searching, no matter what, for the woman that he cared for so deeply.
He had arrived at his apartment only a few hours after the incident at the mall to find it trashed. The roof had been blown off, the bedroom torched, and every single piece of evidence that he had had on Cadmus’ whereabouts and activities was gone. Destroyed in the fire, perhaps? Or maybe... Maybe it was taken. But by whom? Cadmus certainly wouldn’t have been able to pull this off, not without alerting his contacts in the undergound. So who had done this to him? Who had destroyed his apartment, burnt his entire home down, and stolen his files? Who was the culprit behind it? Jason didn’t know. But he was going to find out. Leaving the ashen remains of his bedroom behind him, Jason silently walked through his former home, weaving in and out of police and firefighters, who were scrambling to find the source of the blaze that had destroyed the house of the Prime Minister's Assistant. They were a useful bunch, especially if he needed a criminal tracked down and “taken care ofâ€, but tonight they be of no use to him. He had known the moment he had set foot inside his home. The fire that had started this blaze had not been a normal fire. It had been caused by something Spiritual. Something big. Something... like a Hollow.
Silently, Jason made his way away from the apartment, waving off reporters and policemen alike as he slowly unravelled his Reiatsu, its potency and weight igniting a beacon for all who could sense Spiritual Pressure. For a Human, his power was tremendous, and any Hollows within the vicinity would have been watering at the mouths to devour his soul, should they get the chance. been caught in the fire. And yet... She was gone. Gone without a trace. If she had been there, dead, like he had feared, he would have let the Hollow eat him. But she wasn’t. Which meant she was alive. Somewhere, she was alive. And he needed to find out where. He needed answers. Answers that could only be provided by someone more powerful then he was. Someone with more... acute Spiritual senses. That was why he was unleashing the full force of his power at this tiny, poorly lit street corner. He needed to attract some attention. And the best way to do that, he knew, was to simply relax his restraints. Relax them, and let those who would help him come. Don’t worry Kara. I’m coming for you.
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Word Count: 671
GP: 13
â€If you look long enough into the void, the void begins to look back through you."[/color][/size][/align]
Jason Sanders was lost. Not in the literal sense of the word; he knew exactly where he was, geographically speaking. He always knew where he was, even if he was blindfolded, knocked out, drugged, and carried around in the back of mule pulled cart. It was one of the many, many gifts that he had been bestowed with in his short life, one that had served him well many a time before. But now... Now that gift had failed him. It had failed him in a way that he had never expected, a way he had never even thought to prepare for. He was lost, lost on the infinitely branching road of life. He didn’t know where to go. He didn't know what to do. All he knew was his destination. Or, what he hoped was his destination. He wasn’t exactly clear on that either, although he did know more about it than he did about how to get there. It confusing, how little he understood what was going on. It scared him. But, at the same time, it gave him strength. Strength to push past the fear, the uncertainty, the pain. Strength to keep moving onwards. To keeping fighting. To keep searching, no matter what, for the woman that he cared for so deeply.
He had arrived at his apartment only a few hours after the incident at the mall to find it trashed. The roof had been blown off, the bedroom torched, and every single piece of evidence that he had had on Cadmus’ whereabouts and activities was gone. Destroyed in the fire, perhaps? Or maybe... Maybe it was taken. But by whom? Cadmus certainly wouldn’t have been able to pull this off, not without alerting his contacts in the undergound. So who had done this to him? Who had destroyed his apartment, burnt his entire home down, and stolen his files? Who was the culprit behind it? Jason didn’t know. But he was going to find out. Leaving the ashen remains of his bedroom behind him, Jason silently walked through his former home, weaving in and out of police and firefighters, who were scrambling to find the source of the blaze that had destroyed the house of the Prime Minister's Assistant. They were a useful bunch, especially if he needed a criminal tracked down and “taken care ofâ€, but tonight they be of no use to him. He had known the moment he had set foot inside his home. The fire that had started this blaze had not been a normal fire. It had been caused by something Spiritual. Something big. Something... like a Hollow.
Silently, Jason made his way away from the apartment, waving off reporters and policemen alike as he slowly unravelled his Reiatsu, its potency and weight igniting a beacon for all who could sense Spiritual Pressure. For a Human, his power was tremendous, and any Hollows within the vicinity would have been watering at the mouths to devour his soul, should they get the chance. been caught in the fire. And yet... She was gone. Gone without a trace. If she had been there, dead, like he had feared, he would have let the Hollow eat him. But she wasn’t. Which meant she was alive. Somewhere, she was alive. And he needed to find out where. He needed answers. Answers that could only be provided by someone more powerful then he was. Someone with more... acute Spiritual senses. That was why he was unleashing the full force of his power at this tiny, poorly lit street corner. He needed to attract some attention. And the best way to do that, he knew, was to simply relax his restraints. Relax them, and let those who would help him come. Don’t worry Kara. I’m coming for you.
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Word Count: 671
GP: 13