The Aeternal, Chapter 2
Nov 7, 2014 3:41:59 GMT -12
Post by devastator on Nov 7, 2014 3:41:59 GMT -12
He was still a stranger, and always would be. Spectro was used to it by now, but the thought barred him. He thought about getting rid of the mask at first, but brushed it aside. Not like anyone needs to see the face behind it, anyway. Skyhill hated him, but that was were he was landed, and he couldn't do anything about it. As he walked the streets, his mind flashed to other thoughts. He was still out there, Rodoh. Causing more problems than not, he assumed. He guessed it was better that way.
Spectro took a right turn at one point, and landed himself in the square. The square of Skyhill wasn't really a square. Nothing was really anything at Skyhill. The design of the place itself would be mesmerising to most people's eyes. Hundreds of untidy, unorganized roads travelling through a maze of patternless houses. Even the walls were uneven, with some sides too high, others too small. As per it's name, it sat atop a hill, giving it a unique defensive boost.
The square itself, if you would call it that, was the liveliest place in Skyhill. Perhaps it was because it was the only place in which you could sit without getting dizzy, perhaps it was simply because Spectro was hardly there. Whatever the enjoyment of being at the square was, it left as soon as Spectro entered. There were stares from most of the crowd as he walked to a grocer standing by his stall.
"An apple, please." Spectro asked, nicely as possible behind the air mask he wore, and handed him a thin banknote. The grocer accepted the money and quickly handed over the apple. Exiting the square, he took a bite into the apple, through a gap in his mask. It was crunchy but soft, as they usually are. He decided to take a trip around the city walls, perhaps to speak to some of the men there. That was something at least. The watchers had seen worse than a man in a mask.
On the way he thought a little. Spectro only had time for his thoughts most days. He walked on, taking gradual bites out of the sweet fruit, trying to predict what was to come. Thoughts ranged from hellfire rising from the ground, to his imminent death, but they were quickly broken by a shout.
"Hey, sith lord, get over here, I need a little company. Even if it is from a possible psychopath." Jacob was tall in stature, with black, short hair that lay flat above his forehead. He wore a bulletproof vest and standard camoflauge uniform, slinging a machine gun over the back of it.
Spectro took his time climbing the steel ladder to the top of the wall. The wall itself was made of heavily reinforced steel, layered in seperate angles to keep out Taken. The angles were necessary to misdirect any waves of energy an enemy might send through it, instead channeling that energy to a generator. Spectro thought it was genius. Using your enemies to power your city. The superb wall design made Skyhill the most defensive city in the area.
Jacob was leaning over the safety fence when Spectro reached the top. Over the edge of the wall, the hill spread downwards onto a plain, made marshy by the recent weather. It was noon by now, and the sun cast a large reflection off the nearby lake. It must be terrifying for a traveller, Spectro thought. Through all of the nice terrain, great looking city and beautiful weather, there was him. Him in his air mask and thick clothing. Anyone would've thought him insane. In a way, he was.
In the midst of this thought, Jacob must have asked a question, because Spectro found himself speaking in reply.
"They don't tell me field reports, Jacob. I'm a crazy guy wearing a mask, they'd have their pay cut in half just to avoid me." A few more exchanges, and that was that. Spectro was growing weary of Skyhill and it's walls. He thought it was about time he did some travelling.
He climbed down the ladder. How long was it since he arrived here? A month? Spectro was wagering on a month. When he reached the bottom, he heard a shout of help from above. It seemed to be Jacob's voice. He quickly returned up the ladder and learned he was nowhere to be found. He climbed down once more, and ran through the gates as fast as possible. Jacob's corpse was lying on the ground, his torso charred. Spectro's eyes darted around the fields and hills, hoping to catch the eye of the attacker, and caught a glimpse of a figure running.
He recognized the figure immediately. Aeron. His thoughts flashed back to his younger years, and snapped quickly to the present. Aeron must've sent electricity through the walls, to berid of the watchmen. Spectro noticed he had changed course, and was now running directly towards him. Spectro subconciously spawned blades at his arms, and prepared for an inevetable death.
Aeron lashed out, sending shockwaves through the ground. Spectro jumped up, but only barely fast enough, and his lower clothing was singed at the edges. He spun his upper body into a spinning formation as he fell, landing on top of Aeron. Swiftly, Aeron used electromagnetivity, and pulled a number of boulders towards himself to shield the attack. Now on the ground, Spectro pushed forward, cutting through the boulders, but having his swords rebound.
He pulled back, but Aeron pursued, pushing an aura of shockwaves in front of himself as he ran.
"Good to see you, my old friend." Aeron said, cockily.
"You aren't my friend, you motherfucker." Spectro sidled around and threw his swords at the electromagnetic field. They bounced off, but the shield took visible damage. Spectro continued to summon and throw weaponry at the shield, slowly degrading it with each one.
He finally broke the shield, and as he did, ran over to finish his target with a blow to the neck. Or so he tried. The target was a decoy. As if it was some game, Aeron waited for the truth to sink in before striking behind, shoving a dirk through Spectro's stomach. As he felt his vision blurr away to black, he heard Aeron speak.
"I'll spare you for now. Next time we meet, you'll die. Goodbye, my friend." It was all he heard before his senses switched off, and the world disappeared beneath him.
Spectro took a right turn at one point, and landed himself in the square. The square of Skyhill wasn't really a square. Nothing was really anything at Skyhill. The design of the place itself would be mesmerising to most people's eyes. Hundreds of untidy, unorganized roads travelling through a maze of patternless houses. Even the walls were uneven, with some sides too high, others too small. As per it's name, it sat atop a hill, giving it a unique defensive boost.
The square itself, if you would call it that, was the liveliest place in Skyhill. Perhaps it was because it was the only place in which you could sit without getting dizzy, perhaps it was simply because Spectro was hardly there. Whatever the enjoyment of being at the square was, it left as soon as Spectro entered. There were stares from most of the crowd as he walked to a grocer standing by his stall.
"An apple, please." Spectro asked, nicely as possible behind the air mask he wore, and handed him a thin banknote. The grocer accepted the money and quickly handed over the apple. Exiting the square, he took a bite into the apple, through a gap in his mask. It was crunchy but soft, as they usually are. He decided to take a trip around the city walls, perhaps to speak to some of the men there. That was something at least. The watchers had seen worse than a man in a mask.
On the way he thought a little. Spectro only had time for his thoughts most days. He walked on, taking gradual bites out of the sweet fruit, trying to predict what was to come. Thoughts ranged from hellfire rising from the ground, to his imminent death, but they were quickly broken by a shout.
"Hey, sith lord, get over here, I need a little company. Even if it is from a possible psychopath." Jacob was tall in stature, with black, short hair that lay flat above his forehead. He wore a bulletproof vest and standard camoflauge uniform, slinging a machine gun over the back of it.
Spectro took his time climbing the steel ladder to the top of the wall. The wall itself was made of heavily reinforced steel, layered in seperate angles to keep out Taken. The angles were necessary to misdirect any waves of energy an enemy might send through it, instead channeling that energy to a generator. Spectro thought it was genius. Using your enemies to power your city. The superb wall design made Skyhill the most defensive city in the area.
Jacob was leaning over the safety fence when Spectro reached the top. Over the edge of the wall, the hill spread downwards onto a plain, made marshy by the recent weather. It was noon by now, and the sun cast a large reflection off the nearby lake. It must be terrifying for a traveller, Spectro thought. Through all of the nice terrain, great looking city and beautiful weather, there was him. Him in his air mask and thick clothing. Anyone would've thought him insane. In a way, he was.
In the midst of this thought, Jacob must have asked a question, because Spectro found himself speaking in reply.
"They don't tell me field reports, Jacob. I'm a crazy guy wearing a mask, they'd have their pay cut in half just to avoid me." A few more exchanges, and that was that. Spectro was growing weary of Skyhill and it's walls. He thought it was about time he did some travelling.
He climbed down the ladder. How long was it since he arrived here? A month? Spectro was wagering on a month. When he reached the bottom, he heard a shout of help from above. It seemed to be Jacob's voice. He quickly returned up the ladder and learned he was nowhere to be found. He climbed down once more, and ran through the gates as fast as possible. Jacob's corpse was lying on the ground, his torso charred. Spectro's eyes darted around the fields and hills, hoping to catch the eye of the attacker, and caught a glimpse of a figure running.
He recognized the figure immediately. Aeron. His thoughts flashed back to his younger years, and snapped quickly to the present. Aeron must've sent electricity through the walls, to berid of the watchmen. Spectro noticed he had changed course, and was now running directly towards him. Spectro subconciously spawned blades at his arms, and prepared for an inevetable death.
Aeron lashed out, sending shockwaves through the ground. Spectro jumped up, but only barely fast enough, and his lower clothing was singed at the edges. He spun his upper body into a spinning formation as he fell, landing on top of Aeron. Swiftly, Aeron used electromagnetivity, and pulled a number of boulders towards himself to shield the attack. Now on the ground, Spectro pushed forward, cutting through the boulders, but having his swords rebound.
He pulled back, but Aeron pursued, pushing an aura of shockwaves in front of himself as he ran.
"Good to see you, my old friend." Aeron said, cockily.
"You aren't my friend, you motherfucker." Spectro sidled around and threw his swords at the electromagnetic field. They bounced off, but the shield took visible damage. Spectro continued to summon and throw weaponry at the shield, slowly degrading it with each one.
He finally broke the shield, and as he did, ran over to finish his target with a blow to the neck. Or so he tried. The target was a decoy. As if it was some game, Aeron waited for the truth to sink in before striking behind, shoving a dirk through Spectro's stomach. As he felt his vision blurr away to black, he heard Aeron speak.
"I'll spare you for now. Next time we meet, you'll die. Goodbye, my friend." It was all he heard before his senses switched off, and the world disappeared beneath him.