Post by Silver Shadow on Jun 12, 2018 22:35:50 GMT
Shawn stood there with a choice before him. Save the woman he loved, or watch her die by the hands of a trecherous enemy. He closed his eyes. He thought about running. Saving himself. After all. If she fell in battle today he could live on. Tell her story. She would want that. She would want him to live he decided with a smirk. Shawn opened his eyes and cocked the shotgun in his hand. Bursting out from his hiding spot he pointed it at the chest of some 15 year old little wise ass and pulled the trigger.
The barrell exploded with a shower of blue paints and it splattered the kid dead like a fucking Picaso painting. The kid groaned about being dead and laid on the floor as the rules implied. They were in a paintball arena. "Look out!" Shawn cried. He decided to take the heroic approach. He was going to save his woman or go down in a hail of gun fire. No powers. Not mutations. No Fools or orders or backstabs or bleeding dark energy. Just two people in love out having a fun time for the sake of having a fun time. Shawn ran and ducked behind a big rock.
He pumped his pumpaction paintball shotgun. There was specs of red pain and yellow and organge flying across his cheek in fine misting splashes. Their whole team was dead. Fucking amatures. The game wasn't over until every player on the enemy team was covered in pain wounds. Shawn and Lara's team littered the arena. A bunch of prepubescent little fucks who couldn't carry their weight. It was Shawn and Lara against 12 fairly savage preadolescent jewish kids. "Babe?!?" Shawn called out from his hiding spot. "You ready to rock?" He was smiling. He hadn't had this much fun in a long time.
He saw the kid he just shot trying to cheat. He was trying to sneak a sneaky shot on him while he still pretended to be dead. Shawn extended his arms and shot the kid again. It was just paint but it did kind of hurt. It stung for a few moments. These paintball guns really packed a kick. "Ow!" The kid cried. "Well, fight with honor you little twerp!" Shawn snapped back. The kid rolled his eyes and rolled over on his back and kept pretedning to be dead.
To pass the time he pulled out his phone and updated his facebook. "Just got shot by a middle aged asshole in paintball. #dontyouhavesomethingbettertodo? Shawn didn't pay him any mind. He was on a date with his gal and he was going to slay a dozen children just to impress her. It was kind of weird that it was one of the best dates he had ever had.
Lara felt slightly proud of herself, she wasn’t normally a good climber but she scaled that oddly placed rock wall when no one was looking and sat comfortably on the rough surface with her legs dangling over the side. The place was a little too humid for her taste but she’d prepared with the shorts hugging her thighs and comfortable top barely grazing the white belt resting over her hips. It was easy finding that silver flicker of a man she loved, her lips locked into a proud smirk at the fall of the 15 year old who had far too many quips up his sleeve.
“You’re a little young to be peeking kid”, she pilled the trigger and watched the acne covered preteen little shit stare up at her. A splatter of orange coated his chest and he stumbled back with a groan, Lara rolled her eyes slipped over the edge and eased her figure down the multi colored rocks set inside the grey, uneven wall. She could hear the soft thuds of someone sneaking up behind the high rock to her back, she sighed, spun on her heel and pulled the trigger twice. The two little idiots glared at her, if they had double their height and ugly thug like sneers she’d be convinced they were adding her to an hit list. She heard Shawn’s voice echo over the cluttered space, winked at the enemy and sneaked around a few rocky corners.
Lara suspected she never would’ve been able to sneak up on Shawn if it wasn’t for the little asshole trying to sneak a cheat shot in. She tip toed to his side, pressed the barrel of the gun into his side with a playful grin. “Hands behind your head, gonna have to arrest you for killing that poor boy’s ego”, she chuckled softly pulling the cold, light and fairly harmless weapon back to her grasp.
“This wasn’t exactly what I pictured when you said we had to shoot people. I’m not disappointed”, she hadn’t had lighthearted fun with anyone for a fairly long time. It was nice to shift between places where blood, gore and absolute darkness was almost normal to somewhere where beating up cocky little prepubescent kids wasn’t illegal.
She smiled lightly remembering the vision of children in her future, they looked to perfect but it was nothing but a quick peek into a future she couldn’t be sure existed. Hell, she hadn’t even told Shawn about that but she wasn’t intending to any time soon. She’s much rather bathe in the euphoria of the utter peaceful night she never imagined having, much less with Shawn. She actually thought he was kind of a dick at first, grumpy and withdrawn and slightly rude – she hadn’t ever been so happy to be proven wrong.
She ducked her head out behind the rock, saw the brief movement of two short figures darting between the rocks and pulled back with a cocky smirk set on her pale features. “They’re flanking us”, the words felt utterly amusing to her. It felt strange holding a weapon that couldn’t tear life from a human body and strangely comforting. At least for one day in time. Lara glanced at the landscape with a happy sigh, although Shawn’s presence alone helped drown out the eerie whispers in the back of her mind no one ever died in this place and the lack of apparitions ogling the fun was absolute bliss.
Post by Silver Shadow on Jun 13, 2018 22:57:52 GMT
Shawn pressed his back against the wall and cocked his fake shotgun. He felt kinda badass. He usually didn't have a need for guns to cause the ensuing carnage. His hands were enough. Most days his jacket did all the fighting for him. That bold Fools logo was enough weaponry to disarm even the most hostile of crowds. He didn't have his jacket on today. This day wasn't about the fools it was about fun.
It was about peace of mind and having an honest moment with a girl he had come to be in love with. "Okay. This is it! Our line in the sand." He said. His voice was dripping with drama and finality. As if this were to be their final moments on the earth they cherished. "We lost a lot of good men out there today!" He said looking at Pete the little fat kid who was on their team. Pete had glasses that sat crocked on his nose. He stared at Shawn from the ground where he was pretending to be dead. Pete wasn't feeling the moment. He wasn't wrapped up in the Patriotic speech that Shawn was giving his team.
Pete instead decided to pick his nose while he listened. Staring at Shawn he blinked a few times and dug for nose gold. Shawn ignored this and continued. "We lost alot of brave soldiers and left our hearts on the battle field." Some woman cut him off. "Timmy, if you're dead come on Mommy has palates." The one known as Timmy looked up from the bushes were his mangled paint ridden corpse had fallen.
"Ah mom team captain's giving a speech." His mom frowned. "Timothy Edgar Benson! You march over here right now and get in this car!" Shawn paused a moment to allow young Timothy to get his ass chewed out. Meanwhile the kids from the other team was flanking still. It was truly funny who Shawn and Lara happened to be the only adults here today. Did their age and wisdom give them the advantage? Of course it did.
"Timmy move your ass! You're fucking up my speech." Timmy stood up from the bushes and brushed off his knees. "I gotta go." He said sadly with hurt in his voice. "You guys rule though." He said and lifted his hand to his ear in a call me gesture winking at Lara. Shawn had to visually shake his head to shake that image off of him. "Where was I? Right....We left our hearts on the battlefield and though they may take our lives they will never take our...." Just then two little curly haired red heads jumped out and shot both Lara and Shawn.
"GOT YOU YOUR GUYS ARE DEAD! RED TEAM RULES BLUE TEAM BITES ASS!" Shawn looked down at his red painted chest. "Son of a bitch." He sighed and lowered his head. Well, so much for dying in a blaze of glory. "You want ice cream?" He asked quietly out of the blue. There was a smile on his lips that for years felt forigen to him. Now days when he was with Lara he couldn't help but smile. So what it was a game. Pete was still staring at them. "I want some Ice cream." He said optimistically.
Shawn looked back at Pete who was still picking his nose. "You're dead Pete. Ice cream is for winners." He said taking Lara's hand and walking along the path. It was a truly great day. He had forgotten how much he thirsted for life when he wasn't running from the constant drama of the fools. They could take a moment to breathe and take stock of what was important.
He squeezed Lara's hand lightly and leaned over to place a kiss on her soft, pale lips. "You know my speech was going to lead us to victory." He said with a smile. "And in my mind, you were so impressed that led to sex." Now it was Shawn who was being unashamedly optimistic. For once Shawn wasn't so in his head. He didn't need the winding pressures of silence provided by the sunken place. He didn't thirst for darkness or light in the tender sadness of the dark lands. He hadn't heard the raspy call of the vipers all day and that was a good thing.
Lara had to keep from laughing too hard at his absolute theatrical drama, the finality to his voice was a nice touch and yet it was almost humorous how much passion he added to his pep talk. She scrunched up her nose at the short, fat kid digging into the his nose for whatever filthy snot he could dig out, she opted to look at the handsome man owning the moment with a very inspiring, albeit derived speech. She couldn’t help but fall in love with him more with every passing second, it left the lingering touch of a happy grin on her lips that she was almost certain no one could wipe from her features.
She looked up to listen to Tommy’s mother, the typical hair sprayed rich bitch that Lara preferred kept their distance, maybe she was being a little judgmental but she wasn’t particularly in a mood to give a shit. all that mattered was the lighthearted fun that tainted her mind from a very normal, stress free date she never thought she’d experience. Shawn kept surprising her in the best of ways, he wasn’t the grumpy dick she thought he was, he also wasn’t as evil as his powers may seem and he wasn’t as serious as everyone thought he was. She appreciated being lucky enough to see every side of his personality, to love him as a whole. For a second she felt guilty for keeping the ghostly secret of a seer from him but it was drowned out by Jimmy gesturing to her with a sly grin.
Lara couldn’t help but wink at the short kid as he passed by with a soft laugh, a little playful quip to boost Timmy’s ego as young as he was. She leaned back against the wall with one leg folded over the other and her palm gently balanced over the prominence of her hip jutting out from the perfect fit of the shorts hugging her hips. Her lips parted for a lively laughter she only knew with Shawn, she held her slender fingers open in mock surrender at the two redheads and their victory shout.
“Little bastards”, the irony echoed in her lighthearted chuckle, although she wasn’t used to using guns she wasn’t a stranger to their capabilities. She had more blood on her hands than she cared to admit and there she was forfeiting a victory to a bunch of pimpled preadolescents. There was a playful glint to her gaze, she stood somewhat awestruck and shocked at his question for a few moments. It was nice, a strange change of pace but still an absolute bliss.
“I-”, she rolled her eyes at Pete’s childish optimism and she couldn’t help the soft laugh slipping through her lips at Shawn’s response. For a second she couldn’t help but wonder what he’d be like with a kid of his own, it lasted only a second before drifting to the deep recesses of her subconscious. She curled her fingers into his, enjoying the warmth against her cool skin.
“Since ice cream’s for winners, does it mean the offer’s off the table?”, she gestured to the paint splattered on her dark shirt with a soft grin, sarcasm dancing off the tip of her tongue with a fluent familiarity. She leaned into the kiss with most of her weight balanced in her palm against his chest, a smile lit up on her lips as his words slowly echoed in her mind. The only voice she really wanted rummaging her thoughts, unlike the ghosts who finally decided to give her a little bit of break.
“I’ll let you keep believing that cause I’m not sure your ego can take another blow”, she winked playfully looking at the paint splatter staining his chest. “I’ll have to think about sex though, I only sleep with winners”, she leaned forward with a tender tug of her teeth at his lip before pulling away with a playful laugh. She hadn’t been this happy in too long, there were other things that brought her joy but not quite to the extent he did.
Lara tucked a loose strand of hair caught by the wind’s breezy embrace behind her ear, slowly pulled onto his hand until they were walking down the sidewalk. She felt so normal in that moment, no dramatic worries about fool business, no dark lands threatening her sanity, no phantom circus willing her patience and the lack of bullets flying overhead was a happy relief.
“So, if you’re starting us off with a shootout, where do we go from here?”, she wasn’t really worried where the night led them. She was at his place more than she ended up being anywhere else, that in itself was enough to flood her mind with every hormone that induced that deep rooted feeling of happiness in the pit of her stomach.
Shawn couldn't help but smirk at her teasing. She was the only woman who dared. The only one in the club at all who dared, for that matter. Even though they were growing closer and sharing these intimate moments of their daily lives, he was still a bit of a serious persona around the club. That wasn't truly him thoug. When he was at the club he was all business. He wasn't there for the constant parade of parties drugs and sex...
Okay so maybe a little sex before Lara came along, but he wasn't a hound either. He didn't live and die by the notches on his bedpost. Shawn was a simple guy with simple ideals. He cared about peace and quite most of all. The noise of the world just clouded his head with too much shit, and it was then that he found himself slipping into the sunken place for brief escape.
He didn't need that escape so much with her. The world whispered just a little softer in her presence. Most of all she just made him better. More at peace with his self and the fact that he was connected to this world more now than ever. "No, Icecream's still on the table." He said wrapping an arm around her shoulder and guiding her along. As they walked Shawn could feel the hot sun beaming down on him.
They weren't a couple of fools out on the town looking for trouble just couple of nobodies. They made it to the ice cream palor and Shawn's face scrunched in an expression of annoyance. There was a sign on the door. Big as day. It read "ABSOLUTELY NO FUCKING MUTANTS!" In big bold letters. Smug asshole. He thought bitterly. Shawn opened the door defiantly and stepped in anyways. He would be damned if anyone told him where he could and couldn't go.
He approached the counter with almost a smug look of his own as he leaned over the counter like he owned it. Suddenly he was in a bad mood. The chipper lighthearted part of the evening was over apparantly. Now he was just a spiteful bitter dick. "BURN THIS PLACE TO CINDERS!!!!!!!!" "THEY CAN ROOOOOOOOOOOTTT!" A thick coated nasty viper voice all bust screamed in his ear. He had a smirk on his lips. He was damn tempted. "suddenly a voice spoke up from behind him.
"Ain't you some of them Fool's Dice mutant assholes? Can't you read the fucking sign buddy? You're kinda ain't welcomed here." Shawn turned to the ignorant hick. He was wearing overalls and he wasn't sure which he had less of, teeth or brain cells. "Fuck you." Shawn said turning back around to the menu. "What would you like babe?" Shawn could feel the darkness swelling in his head. Those evil fucking thoughts that got him into trouble.
His hands were trembling but he was trying to play it cool. Trying to keep it together. For her sake at least..... "GIVE US HIS HEART! RIP IT OUT! LIKE THE GIRL! FEED US HIS FUCKING HEART!!!!!!!!!!!" Shawn's eys turned pure black. Much like his Shiny Hero persona Shawn had a pure dark alter ego. One that couldn't be controled and if it slipped out then he would black out and not remember the desturction he caused. His black souless eyes looked around the shop. He turned to the asshole who questioned him. "We going to have a problem.......Buddy?" He asked with a dangerous grin. Shadows spilled form his back shaping and fomring to all mannor of nasty point things.
Last Edit: Jun 19, 2018 6:30:24 GMT by Silver Shadow
Lara basked in the subtle warmth of the sun as it caressed her exposed arms, she felt utterly free and comfortable with Shawn’s touch guiding her along a path that seemed far more vibrant in his company. She felt good finally stretching her legs, she’d been all aches and pains for a good long while after their trip to those dark lands that she barely even understood, not to mention the psychos who interrupted the peaceful aftermath. While she greatly appreciated the adrenaline rush to flying bullets and numbing punches, she couldn’t deny the almost eternal joy rooting her to the bliss of reality in the midst of just another random day with the only man who made the ghosts stop their constant, deafening whispers.
Her lips parted for a light laugh, people were getting crazier by the day. GADEM grew balls the size of planets and nabbed mutants around every corner, humanity was on the brink of turning on their evolved counterparts and it drove her to an endless annoyance. “Kind of a dick move”, Lara tapped the sign with a defiant mischief as the followed Shawn inside. There was no way in hell she succumbed to the fucking fear of a race that started more shit with mutants than the other way around.
Her elbow balanced on the counter as she leaned against the cold surface, her shoulder lightly pressing against his. Lara wasn’t sure yet but she thought for a second something flashed over his features, the same haunted glance she saw in the mirror under the plague of the vague whispers banging against her cranium. Her eyes rolled at the voice speaking up from behind them, she didn’t do much to face the bastard except lean back with both elbows pressed into the cold counter and her lips tilting into a challenging grin.
She shared the brash response Shawn offered with a prideful nod to the silver haired man she’d grown to love and a roguish wink to the asshole. Lara wasn’t entirely focused on the ice cream anymore, she was starting to feel annoyed under the scrutinizing glare from the dick clad in overalls. Her fingers reached out too touch Shawn’s elbow with a subtle gesture.
Ever since their little run in with the carnival of freaks she wasn’t sure how much it took for those slithery vipers to break free and it scared her, not because of their unique appearance or dangerous hisses but because she feared who was on the hierarchy of control, them or him. Lara turned to look behind the counter with a loud sigh, it was fucking impossible to deny the ghostly apparition stalking from the corner. “In a fucking ice cream parlor”, the whole world was just one crazy death folded over another and the creepy feeling of seeing a short, chubby man with ice cream piling out of his mouth and drowning over his chin was almost comical. Lara didn’t even want to know what happened.
“On second thought, maybe something stronger than ice cream”, she wasn’t bothered by the shadowy touch to his abilities, regardless how scary it might seem to some. To some degree the raw strength he held was one of the reasons she ended up following the impulse that led her down a rocky path but with the best results.
“Just back of buddy, you’re playing a dangerous game and the chances of winning are fucking slim”, she sauntered to the door and gripped the edge of the sign before ripping it down and tossing it in a wild direction into the building, “and lose the fucking sign, you’re all just begging for shit to hit the fan”, Lara ignored the eerie gaze of the ghostly visage still huddled in the corner and focused instead on Shawn. Lara would trudge through hell and back with him, they already kind of did but whatever he decided to do next, she’d back him without a second’s
Post by Silver Shadow on Jun 22, 2018 23:31:03 GMT
Shawn was ready for the apocalypse. He was ready to lay waste to this entire fucking ice cream shop and everyone in it. He didn't give a fuck about mutant hating motherfuckers and their predjuices.... Blackness rose from his hands. It swarmed around his fingertips like ghastly balls of gaseous clouds. The walls flickered. The counter flickered. The tables in the ice cream shop flickered and faded from existance as burst of loud static bled into this world.
A heavy gnashing electronic buzzing sound. The sound of the dark lands. The tables and counters and walls blinked out of this world in this flicker. Fading in and out one second they were there, the next they were absent and in it's place the sea of pitch black flooded in to replace it. The room seemed to shake. Shawn was bringing the whole ice cream palor into the dark lands. His eyes pure black, vile and filled with hatred. His hair which usually burned bright white, turned jet black...
. His inherant goodness would flood his mind and turn his eyes bright white much like his white shiny flame hair, though now.... In this moment he was discovering the opposite side. Shades of pure evil and malice intent. He would have sunk this place through the sunken place and straight into the dark lands. He would have left this place to rot if it weren't for the little girl he saw out of the corner of his eye. He saw the little girl frightened and crying and clutching a teddy bear as her mother tried her best t oconsol her and assure her it was going to be okay.
Shawn stopped. The world stopped flickering and the ice cream shop went back to normal. He stumbled backwards. What Am i doing?!? he asked himself. The image of that little girl scared into his fucked up brain. She reminded him of that little girl he helped all those years ago... The little girl who's parents didn't give enough of a shit to feed or take with them on vacation. His lip quivered as he felt like a terrible jackass. His hair turned back to silver, then crimson as a heavy metal paper towel dispenser crashed against his skull.
Shawn had lost focus for a single moment and that was long enough for the scared and angry crowd to take advantage. He let his conscience get the better of him and rightfully so, but that had ultimately fucked them. Some ballsy fuck took him out while he was focused on the girl. His vision swam into unconsiousness and the last thing he saw was the little girl's mother tackling Lara over the ice cream counter. Fuck.
Last Edit: Jun 22, 2018 23:35:53 GMT by Silver Shadow
Lara could feel the eerie reality of darkness shifting over Shawn, everything about him was a beautiful tapestry of utter contrast. She knew he had a good side that shined brighter than every fucking start donning the night’s sky but he had a certain darkness that ran deeper than the harshest abyss of an endless chasm. She was afraid, not because of him or for him but because she wasn’t sure if she could reach him in that dark place, not the dark lands of course but a mindset driven by the darkest recesses of his mind. She could see the signs, the rippled in their reality as Shawn’s powerful mutation drove the place into the dark lands, like he did with the carnival. Lara reached out, her fingers inches away from the skin of his palm.
“Shawn!”, she worried more when a pitch black caressed his hair, more proof to the dark contrast from the beacon of a man who saved her from the dark slithers of evil in those dark lands he had the utter potential to conquer. Her focus wasn’t on the people, the humans could go fuck themselves for all she cared. Lara wanted to reach him, she felt relief wash over her as the world stopped flickering and a more anchored glint touched his eyes. Her fingers reached out to him in the brief stumble, she was planning to drag him out and away from the hatred washing off the humans in waves of endless anger and fear, it would’ve been a good idea before some asshole shoved a metal paper towel dispenser against his head. She could see the crimson stain to his silver hair and she felt a fury wash over her.
Shawn was the only thing that mattered to her, she’d walk through hell and back for him, she’d face the fucking devil if it was for him and the sight of some asshole driving a painful gash into his skull was enough to make her blood boil. Lara’s breath forcefully evacuated her lungs at the impact of a woman’s weight into her, she hissed painfully at the harsh impact of the counter against her spine before tumbling to the floor with a loud thud.
Lara saw the woman’s daughter glance at them through the tumble, she didn’t want to kill the bitch as much as she felt the slight desire to crack a bottle over her head. Instead Lara opted to kick the woman’s eager and quite honestly, clumsy attempts to land a punch. Lara pulled to her feet with a dark glare dancing in her otherwise calm gaze.
“Enough!”, Lara felt her hair turn back to it’s pale white color, she saw the strands hanging over her shoulder shift into their natural hue and she knew her ability’s potential was nagging at her complex mind. She looked to the blood staining Shawn’s hair, it was almost nauseating out of pure worry for a man she cared about, if the little girl wasn’t watching with fear and confusion she’d slit every one of their fucking throats.
The woman lunged again, Lara kicked a shoe to her stomach with force and watched the woman slump over with painful gasps for air. Lara closed her eyes for a second, basked in the fear she felt for those damned humanoid shadows, spirits who never found the rest they desired. She felt dread wash over her mind, utter fear bled into her veins and enclosed her heart but she bathed in it, welcomed all it’s dark glory and willed her pale gaze onto the assholes watching them with hatred filled gazes and dark thoughts tearing through their features.
Lara hardly even realized the dark humanoid shadows standing on either side of her, they were raw manifestations of unfinished business and resentment. Their awful auras tainting the air like a toxic gas, she basked in it even if she didn’t fully understand how it all fucking worked. “Back off, I’ll slaughter every one of you if I have to”, she hauled herself over the counter with ease, the shadows passed through like they were stranded in a space between the solid reality of the living and the dull lifeless void that spirits thrived in.
Lara reached down to ease Shawn’s arm over her shoulders, put all her weight into her knees as she helped him to his feet. “Try something, I double fucking dare you”, her dark glare focused on the asshole who drew blood in the first place. He looked about as close to erupting like an active volcano, he did nothing with the dark shapes following her every step and drowning the air in a dark despair.
Outside she felt the exhausting tug of keeping a leash on the shadows grow weak, she let out an exasperated sigh at the dull emptiness of letting them to their own business. Sadly she knew she’d dipped in a darker aspect of her own mutational ability and it scared the living shit out of her. “I’m starting to think we can’t have one normal day”, Lara spoke the words with a spirited chuckle. She didn’t mind the chaos as long as she survived the foggy uncertainty of life with Shawn by her side, although a normal date would have been a unique experience. Lara’s hair, for the first time in her life shifted back to the forced auburn hue and she felt refreshed, haunted but refreshed nonetheless.
Post by Silver Shadow on Jun 25, 2018 23:21:16 GMT
Shiny Hero
There was a wickedly pleasant satisfaction of knowing that people were afraid of you. Not so much a pleasure as it was comforting knowing that people didn't want to fuck with what was yours. That was most of the time. Most of the time just the logo of The Fool's Dice was enough to ward off any dicks looking to start trouble. The reputation of the club in Detroit was that of legend and anyone who was anyone knew it.
When did we go soft? He thought as she slumped against the ground. 'When did people decide that Fool's Dice wasn't something to be feared?' It was a dangerous game. Shawn's hair went pure silver. It's natural color against the sea of chaos. There was red soaking into his hair at the corner. A light red line dripping down the right side of his face.
He could feel himself fading and for a moment he watched Lara with some rather strange abilities he had never seen out of her before. They were brothers of the leather, and lovers under the safety of locked doors, but she still had a few surprises for him it seemed.
He wanted to watch, to see what had happened, but the thudding in his head crashed against his temples in a sickening wave. It caused his lids to grow heavy and his patience to resist it tick to zero. His eyes fell closed for what seemed like only a moment.
He felt himself pulled to his feet and he cracked his eyes open to see the shadows following Lara. For a moment he wondered if he was doing it. He could manipulate and control shadows, but these seemed darker. A more maleficent presence. Not something from The Sunken Place, but they felt more like creatures from The Dark Lands. Whatever it was she was doing it was fucking impressive. But knowing from experience with dark forces, sometimes it was better to leave that door closed. The power could run to your head. You could become sick with it.
He almost sentenced a child to oblivion over fucking ice cream and principal. Sometimes his darker urges scared him and he wondered who was really in control. As they moved out of the door Shawn paused long enough to stare at the guy who hit him. "You're fucking dead..." On the wall behind the guy his own shadow dipped it's hand in his pocket and physically grabbed his wallet. Shawn made the shadow toss the wallet in his directin. He flicked it open with a flick of his wrist and read the name on the ID. "Allen Thickmore..... See you soon deadman."
He said and pushed the door open as Lara carried him outside. He just wanted to get back. He would settle his score on a more personal level. And he was going to take his time. The thought of it was seething the dark energy in his head and he grinded his teeth. He balled his fists and Black whisps of dark energy drifted from his palms. The darkness was taking hold.
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Last Edit: Jun 25, 2018 23:41:02 GMT by Silver Shadow
