Post by Chance on Sept 1, 2015 15:46:10 GMT -5
(OOC: This thread ties into an overarching plot that spans multiple threads. To check out how other characters are engaging in this plot, read Woke Part 1: Mindmaze_Club for more insight!)
It wasn't supposed to be like this.
Eric was cold. His feet and hands were numb, and his mind was clouded by the overwhelming stench of rot. He breathed out heavily, flaring his nostrils.
He could be a team player. In fact, we had been, for a while now. But waiting in the sewers was not something he had been over enthusiastic about. Even with what was at stake.
"Play along, they said. We need muscle on the ground, they said." He tilted his eyes up towards the metal grate above and narrowed his eyes toward the bit of sky he could see between the bars. Somewhere up there his teammate, and friend, Mindwarp was floating around. Literally.
He checked his watch to see how long he had been waiting. Only thirty minutes, but it felt like a lifetime. How much longer would he have to sit in this filth?
"Screw it," he said. He shifted his weight and rose from his crouched position. He stretched out his arms, and moved his head back and forth, trying to bring bloodflow back into his limbs.
Suddenly, he heard a splash off to his left.
"What the?" Immediately an aura of light blue light enveloped his body. He pulled his hands into a fist and started toward the sound.
A flash came out of the dark and something hard and hot hit him square in the chest. The force of the blow sent him backwards, scuttling through the shin-deep water and smack into the slimy bricks of the sewer wall.
"Gonna take more than that," Eric said, but immediately he was hit by another blast. Reluctantly he dropped into the water, rolling to avoid the barrage of fire. Although he could feel the force of the shots, his psionic shield kept him relatively untouched. He reached into the pocket of his leather jacket and withdrew two throwing knives.
Whoever his attacker was, he wasn't letting up. The bright flashes kept coming, small rockets lighting up the darkness of the sewer before crashing into the wall above him. The flashes were followed by small explosions, causing chunks of cemement to come crashing down into the water. In the light of the flash Eric noticed a large pipe. He threw himself toward the pipe and crouched behind it.
Briefly, the blue of his shield fell away. Quickly Eric spun through the numbers in his head, then, once he narrowed down the probability, he jumped from behind the pipe and threw the knives into the darkness.
A deep gutteral sound let him know that both of his knives had hit their mark.
Eric pulled himself up from the ground and let his psionic shield hum back to life. Carefully he padded through the shallow stink, using his aura to light his way.
He came across a man slumped over, his back against the wall on the opposite side. Eric bent down to pull the knives from his chest.
"Who are you? Who sent you?"
The man did not look up. Eric reached out to check the man's pulse, and the man's eyes shot open. A fiery-blue blast fired from his gaze, and Eric moved his hands in front of his face to cover his eyes. He stumbled backwards and tripped into the water. He was always the most unlucky when his shield was up.
It took a few minutes for Eric's eyes to readjust after the flash. He spun around, punching the darkness with his fists, trying to make contact with his assailant. Finally he could see shapes in the darkness, the bricks of the wall, the shadows in the water. He gave a quick visual sweep of the place, but the man was nowhere to be seen.
"Ummm...Team?" Eric spoke into his wrist-comm. "We have a situation in the sewers."
It wasn't supposed to be like this.
Eric was cold. His feet and hands were numb, and his mind was clouded by the overwhelming stench of rot. He breathed out heavily, flaring his nostrils.
He could be a team player. In fact, we had been, for a while now. But waiting in the sewers was not something he had been over enthusiastic about. Even with what was at stake.
"Play along, they said. We need muscle on the ground, they said." He tilted his eyes up towards the metal grate above and narrowed his eyes toward the bit of sky he could see between the bars. Somewhere up there his teammate, and friend, Mindwarp was floating around. Literally.
He checked his watch to see how long he had been waiting. Only thirty minutes, but it felt like a lifetime. How much longer would he have to sit in this filth?
"Screw it," he said. He shifted his weight and rose from his crouched position. He stretched out his arms, and moved his head back and forth, trying to bring bloodflow back into his limbs.
Suddenly, he heard a splash off to his left.
"What the?" Immediately an aura of light blue light enveloped his body. He pulled his hands into a fist and started toward the sound.
A flash came out of the dark and something hard and hot hit him square in the chest. The force of the blow sent him backwards, scuttling through the shin-deep water and smack into the slimy bricks of the sewer wall.
"Gonna take more than that," Eric said, but immediately he was hit by another blast. Reluctantly he dropped into the water, rolling to avoid the barrage of fire. Although he could feel the force of the shots, his psionic shield kept him relatively untouched. He reached into the pocket of his leather jacket and withdrew two throwing knives.
Whoever his attacker was, he wasn't letting up. The bright flashes kept coming, small rockets lighting up the darkness of the sewer before crashing into the wall above him. The flashes were followed by small explosions, causing chunks of cemement to come crashing down into the water. In the light of the flash Eric noticed a large pipe. He threw himself toward the pipe and crouched behind it.
Briefly, the blue of his shield fell away. Quickly Eric spun through the numbers in his head, then, once he narrowed down the probability, he jumped from behind the pipe and threw the knives into the darkness.
A deep gutteral sound let him know that both of his knives had hit their mark.
Eric pulled himself up from the ground and let his psionic shield hum back to life. Carefully he padded through the shallow stink, using his aura to light his way.
He came across a man slumped over, his back against the wall on the opposite side. Eric bent down to pull the knives from his chest.
"Who are you? Who sent you?"
The man did not look up. Eric reached out to check the man's pulse, and the man's eyes shot open. A fiery-blue blast fired from his gaze, and Eric moved his hands in front of his face to cover his eyes. He stumbled backwards and tripped into the water. He was always the most unlucky when his shield was up.
It took a few minutes for Eric's eyes to readjust after the flash. He spun around, punching the darkness with his fists, trying to make contact with his assailant. Finally he could see shapes in the darkness, the bricks of the wall, the shadows in the water. He gave a quick visual sweep of the place, but the man was nowhere to be seen.
"Ummm...Team?" Eric spoke into his wrist-comm. "We have a situation in the sewers."