Eric Draven (i_bringdeath) wrote in we_coexist, @ 2014-01-20 08:02:00 |
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Entry tags: | eric draven, zz:status complete |
Faling from grace...(Narrative)
Eric settled into the night, tucking himself into the shadows with practiced ease. He didn't need to breathe in the air to know that it was different from the pollution in Detroit, clearer and free of the usual ash. Had this been Detroit it would've been aflame. The sky would be orange, crimson from the arms of the fires, and the streets would be covered in a coat of ash, burning buildings and lost dreams.
He was glad that this city held none of that blatant disrespect. The skyline was quite something to behold, each building casting it's unique presence against the darkness. One of the largest seemed to be the Stark Tower, a beacon of it's own amongst the collection and assortment of the other surrounding buildings. None seemed to be as spectacular as that one, but Eric really had never been one for endless flash. Even in his career as a musician he had taken his image serious, but it had never been described as flashy.
Lingering another moment in the shroud of the night he watched the peaceful sky. The air was void, also, of the usual city sounds. There were no sirens, no screams. He couldn't feel danger here like he had in Detroit. And the bird seemed almost unsettled by this.
Eric had a mission to complete and yet somehow he had found himself here instead. Sarah had been in trouble which was what had lured him out of the graveyard in the first place, but instead of saving her as soon as he crossed the threshold of the old, broken church he had found himself here. There was no Sarah, no Top Dollar or Myan, just the stillness of the city.
He looked down at the street from the top of the three story building he was on, surveying. He knew he couldn't stay here, he had to finish what they had started and finally find the peace he deserved. Which couldn't happen if he was hanging around here, but it was nice to be in a place void of that danger. Void of the tension, of the fear. Eric never feared, not anymore. He was fear. Fear for anyone willing to do harm intentionally to anyone else. The Killer of Killers, the Dark Avenger, the bringer of Death.
The crow cawed and flapped it's wings, perched on the overhanging ledge of the building. Eric only smiled a little and shrugged, before pulling back and out of sight.
He settled back into the shadows and closed his eyes as the bird took off into the night sky. He would wait for it to find an exit, and when it did, he would go without a word. He would finish his mission and finally be at peace. He would rest and finally be able to live.
But for now he would just wait.