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C.S.T. / Re: Sanctum/Divided
« on: March 05, 2016, 07:44:36 am »
Jack Blair
--2 years later--
"Shit!" The mirror tore off the side of the car, Damn pole. Jack made a fast right turn and caught some air as he sped down the hill. He kept a hand on the wheel as he dug in the glove compartment for his pistol. Got it! He swerved left into a parking lot and stopped his car. He flung open the door and jumped the small guard fence and ran into the building. It appeared to be some sort of concert venue. Jack held tightly to his gun and stood behind the desk, pistol pointed at the door.
He breathed heavily, wiping his hair from his face.
The ground shook and the air roared. A fireball had charred the walls and left a huge hole in the wooden doors. A tall red-headed man flanked by some rough looking men walked in.
"Drop the gun. Your traditional weapons won't work here." One of the men said.
"Heh." Jack smirked as he put his hand below the desk and summoned a white rose.
Another one of the men spoke up, "We don't want to hurt you, but we have to give you the option. You've seen too much already."
"What, cause I saw your fire tricks back there?" Jack said, still holding the gun, "Don't want me to tell anyone?"
The man flinched, the tall red-head stared at Jack.
"Exactly." He said after a pause, "Now what you're going to do is come with us, or we'll shut you up forever."
"Doesn't sound like much of a choice." He shot the man in the leg twice, and watched him buckle over.
"Do it." The other man told the red-head.
The boy conjured a fireball in his hand and shot a cone of flame at Jack, lighting up the entire room in an unbearable heat. He stopped the jet. Nothing but ashes remained of the corner of the room.
"Our job here is done." They helped the other one get to his feet and tore off his pant leg to bandage the wounds.
"We have to be more careful. If we didn't catch up to him he could have told the government about us, they'd drag Hart in to some lab to tear him open."
Hart nodded, closing the spark in his hand.
They heard a small noise behind them.
Hart poked the man and motioned to the source of the noise. But it was too late, the butt of a pistol collided with the man's jaw as he went to turn around. Hart made a light in his hand and saw a grotesque sight.
Jack stood over him, his burned-black skin slowly repairing itself. He held the gun at Hart's face, "Don't assume you're out here alone kid." He walked out of the building and out of sight, leaving the rose on the ground.
Rogue mages? With normal human entourages, huh. Sounds interesting. He thought to himself as he climbed back into his car. He grabbed a small flask and took a sip out of it, then raised it in front of him, "This one's to you, old friend". He was up to his old tricks again.
--2 years later--
"Shit!" The mirror tore off the side of the car, Damn pole. Jack made a fast right turn and caught some air as he sped down the hill. He kept a hand on the wheel as he dug in the glove compartment for his pistol. Got it! He swerved left into a parking lot and stopped his car. He flung open the door and jumped the small guard fence and ran into the building. It appeared to be some sort of concert venue. Jack held tightly to his gun and stood behind the desk, pistol pointed at the door.
He breathed heavily, wiping his hair from his face.
The ground shook and the air roared. A fireball had charred the walls and left a huge hole in the wooden doors. A tall red-headed man flanked by some rough looking men walked in.
"Drop the gun. Your traditional weapons won't work here." One of the men said.
"Heh." Jack smirked as he put his hand below the desk and summoned a white rose.
Another one of the men spoke up, "We don't want to hurt you, but we have to give you the option. You've seen too much already."
"What, cause I saw your fire tricks back there?" Jack said, still holding the gun, "Don't want me to tell anyone?"
The man flinched, the tall red-head stared at Jack.
"Exactly." He said after a pause, "Now what you're going to do is come with us, or we'll shut you up forever."
"Doesn't sound like much of a choice." He shot the man in the leg twice, and watched him buckle over.
"Do it." The other man told the red-head.
The boy conjured a fireball in his hand and shot a cone of flame at Jack, lighting up the entire room in an unbearable heat. He stopped the jet. Nothing but ashes remained of the corner of the room.
"Our job here is done." They helped the other one get to his feet and tore off his pant leg to bandage the wounds.
"We have to be more careful. If we didn't catch up to him he could have told the government about us, they'd drag Hart in to some lab to tear him open."
Hart nodded, closing the spark in his hand.
They heard a small noise behind them.
Hart poked the man and motioned to the source of the noise. But it was too late, the butt of a pistol collided with the man's jaw as he went to turn around. Hart made a light in his hand and saw a grotesque sight.
Jack stood over him, his burned-black skin slowly repairing itself. He held the gun at Hart's face, "Don't assume you're out here alone kid." He walked out of the building and out of sight, leaving the rose on the ground.
Rogue mages? With normal human entourages, huh. Sounds interesting. He thought to himself as he climbed back into his car. He grabbed a small flask and took a sip out of it, then raised it in front of him, "This one's to you, old friend". He was up to his old tricks again.
