Re: Abra, Dan, Higgs
Dan's senses played out gently over the beach, gently and delicately peering for some kind of gap in Higgs' defences. Looking at the beach like this, undisturbed by visions or by the strange sensation of searching for answers in a sudden and new environment, he could feel the pull of the being in front of them both.
Higgs was like a conduit and creator for this place, mental and physical energies pulling into the man and being expelled outwards into the beach. From what Dan could sense, this was both a mind and not. Higgs had not lied; the beach they were on was his mindscape, albeit melded or transcribed over something much deeper and more spiritual.
Dan, looking now, could see the death here. This "beach" was both Higgs' mind and his soul. All of the lives Higgs had taken, all of those he might take, all of those he had lost, all of those he might lose spanned out for miles behind him attached to the tank on the man's chest by long and black, dripping umbilicals. Faces frozen in terror, faces frozen in rictus suffocation with hands clawing at their clavicle, faces burned by heat and flame. Damage that felt coldly familiar to Higgs' own deaths. They bore familiar faces, some Loki, Some Thor, some Miguel, some Katherine, some... Some were the children.