Thane Raidan. (ex_suavely878) wrote in thecityofsin, @ 2009-04-13 17:47:00 |
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Entry tags: | chapter two, character: thane raidan, plot point |
CHAPTER TWO. NARRATIVE: Thane Raidan.
It had gone well. Death and destruction had rained down upon Black Velvet with Jane and himself in the middle. She had had been beautiful and poetic as she started it all, her motions graceful and thrilling as she stood strong amongst the first spill of blood. He could still smell her, taste her on his tongue. The night after had been long as they had celebrated their victory by bathing in each other. The thought of it all still aroused the desire for more in him; more screams of pain, laboured breath as fear became a staple of the moment, more destruction. Thane wanted war and war is what he would get.
Hands waved away the attendant, pushing her busybody hands from him as stood to move to the large windows. Palms flat against the cool glass as he looked down on a city which would soon be ripped a part as their plans came to fruitation. It was so close and the air tasted like a wicked promise. The city was holding its breath for the next big strike, wondering where it would come from, what it would be and who would be the next to die.
As his muscles shifted, back stretching he could feel where that stupid little bitch had shot him, the twist of the bullet in his back sending shooting pains through his form; a welcome reminder of what they'd started. Soon, it would all truly begin soon. With the outcries of war came the first seal, the first sword and he would no longer be alone in these matters. He'd waited so long for these moments, they all had. Balanced on possibilities and now it was so suddenly in their grasp so close he could taste it.Darkness gripped him and he twisted. Pushing at the edges. Things were shifting like liquid around him, he could feel it against his mind, the phantom body which had belonged to him since he'd been bound. The time was close, seconds away and suddenly every second of planning, of torturous darkness was worth it.
Agony twisted inside of him as his chains slipped from him and suddenly he was scrabbling from the darkness. Everything rushed in to this one second, all eyes on him as he fought his way up the ferocious-ness of a warrior. Silence was replaced with a deafening din which crashed into him like storming waves. It burnt him from the inside out as they tried to hold him back, tried to keep him locked down but he fought and he won.
The light was blinding, that sudden sunburst across his vision which had him reeling. Without a body he roamed, searing nerves which felt like he was being ripped into a million directions, pulled apart piece by piece. Then he found his chosen form, the one he had watched meander through life and make a place for himself. Such potential wasted on the soul which is within.
They struggle for days, a battle of wills which he wins in the end but it is long and hard and the soul has fought bravely and he is proud The darkness which presses in on them is thick and strangling as they fight it out. One who lives for pleasure and the other war. His first breath burned his throat, it was a gasping awakening where suddenly every sense snapped open and the agony he felt was beyond everything. Hands touched him, the Angel perhaps? He'd seen him, the Fallen one who was clipped and kept. The one that this skin had taken a liking too. Brown eyes flutter open to meet the brilliant blue of the Angels as he sooths the aches with gentle fingers. An Angel watches over their plans, everything will be perfect . It'll all be theirs. Soon.
The memories fall away from him, sliding from his mind like rain on glass as he focuses on the here and now once more. Joséphine would declare war as she promised and the first seal would spin beneath the ground, one step closer to their goal. With the opening of the seal comes the thing he has been waiting for the most; the Sword of War. Oh, how he dreams of it, his mind soaked in blood as the streets of Las Vegas will be. War. It is hovering, a waiting demon which will soon strike.