Post by Deus on Aug 11, 2008 18:24:45 GMT
Upon just a touch of the mutant’s jacket, unseen tendrils probed into the girl’s mind from an inhuman source, an discomfort of anxiety seeped into the girl’s consciousness as it normally would when Deus brought such intense images to the unprepared and unprotected mind.
Like a grainy video, images played and told their stories, blurring in and out of focus, hissing with static and the sound of a sickeningly loud throbbing sound. As if a grandiose heart were beating within the not so scenic imagery.
The images showed a woman, dresses in civic attire, carrying a briefcase, it showed the scenes as if someone were watching her leave from the driver’s seat of a car, the vision flickering for a brief second as the occupant within the vehicle started the ignition and brought the engine to life. The whole scene carried the atmosphere of an old movie reel, scratched and worn with time, much of the surroundings suggesting this was taking place many, many years ago. Maybe even the 50’s by the look and style of the automobiles on the streets.
With but a nod to one other man within the car, the driver and the passenger pulled up along side the woman as she walked from the Jump City Courthouse. An old building that even today stood the test of time.
A brief ’cut’ takes place, as if the movie had just changed reels. and the scene switches perspective to the woman‘s own eye view of the situation, no sound can be heard other than hissing white noise, and now the woman see’s her attacker open the passenger side door, and thrust their fist into her stomach, the imagery becomes blurry with moisture, darkness soon sets in after an audible crack can be heard above the static buzzing. All goes black.
The woman awakens to find her hands and feet bound and unable to struggle, she is surrounded by darkness, but a window is above her on the roof, she can see moonlight peering in and the two men standing as silhouettes at either edge. A Single pop is heard and a brief flash erupts from one of the shadowy figures, and the woman’s body jerks as she feels the impact of a bullet in her abdomen.
Both men start shovelling clods of dirt upon her face and form as she squeals and cries.
A single stream of words can be heard with crystal clarity during the sounds of digging.
“Paulie ain’t gonna lose no sleep over some dumb broad. Specially one that’s on the prosecutin side. Heh.”
The hiss of white noise grows louder, and escalates to drown out all other sounds, and accompanied with it comes the horrific, choked moaning of a feminine voice.
”DIG!!!” It screams with such barely contained fury and spite, grief stricken to the point of the voice breaking and becoming hoarse.
The hazy vision turns blurry, the weight of such a violating presence within the brain suddenly leaves, bringing the girl back to her reality once more in the park, her feet now standing over the patch of flowers planted many, many years ago by grounds keepers to cover up the shallow grave.
”DIG!!!!” It pleads with agonising desperation one last and final time.
Like a grainy video, images played and told their stories, blurring in and out of focus, hissing with static and the sound of a sickeningly loud throbbing sound. As if a grandiose heart were beating within the not so scenic imagery.
The images showed a woman, dresses in civic attire, carrying a briefcase, it showed the scenes as if someone were watching her leave from the driver’s seat of a car, the vision flickering for a brief second as the occupant within the vehicle started the ignition and brought the engine to life. The whole scene carried the atmosphere of an old movie reel, scratched and worn with time, much of the surroundings suggesting this was taking place many, many years ago. Maybe even the 50’s by the look and style of the automobiles on the streets.
With but a nod to one other man within the car, the driver and the passenger pulled up along side the woman as she walked from the Jump City Courthouse. An old building that even today stood the test of time.
A brief ’cut’ takes place, as if the movie had just changed reels. and the scene switches perspective to the woman‘s own eye view of the situation, no sound can be heard other than hissing white noise, and now the woman see’s her attacker open the passenger side door, and thrust their fist into her stomach, the imagery becomes blurry with moisture, darkness soon sets in after an audible crack can be heard above the static buzzing. All goes black.
The woman awakens to find her hands and feet bound and unable to struggle, she is surrounded by darkness, but a window is above her on the roof, she can see moonlight peering in and the two men standing as silhouettes at either edge. A Single pop is heard and a brief flash erupts from one of the shadowy figures, and the woman’s body jerks as she feels the impact of a bullet in her abdomen.
Both men start shovelling clods of dirt upon her face and form as she squeals and cries.
A single stream of words can be heard with crystal clarity during the sounds of digging.
“Paulie ain’t gonna lose no sleep over some dumb broad. Specially one that’s on the prosecutin side. Heh.”
The hiss of white noise grows louder, and escalates to drown out all other sounds, and accompanied with it comes the horrific, choked moaning of a feminine voice.
”DIG!!!” It screams with such barely contained fury and spite, grief stricken to the point of the voice breaking and becoming hoarse.
The hazy vision turns blurry, the weight of such a violating presence within the brain suddenly leaves, bringing the girl back to her reality once more in the park, her feet now standing over the patch of flowers planted many, many years ago by grounds keepers to cover up the shallow grave.
”DIG!!!!” It pleads with agonising desperation one last and final time.