Post by Darcy Valde on Mar 2, 2010 9:07:00 GMT -5
The wall crumbled like it was cardboard. He fell to the ground, clutching his chest in pain. It should have killed him, should have broken his spine. A steel rod lay bent among the debris. The very rod he had just crashed through. Darcy felt moisture seep through his t-shirt, he wasn’t sure if it was water from the busted pipe or blood. He groaned and managed to pull himself off the floor, dusting off his black jeans. Darcy growled in a sudden surge of rage. It was an unnatural noise, animalistic, demonic.
The Demon growled back in response, cackling loudly, he was enjoying this. Out of nowhere Darcy’s sofa was launched towards him. Darcy pulled up his hands. A red ripple in the air erupted from his fingertips. He stoped the couch inches from his nose. He pushed back with his mind, launching the couch where it had come from. Darcy saw it like a blur, the sofa hit the man in the expensive suit, he crumbled against the weight, flying backwards into the next door apartment. Darcy took a minute to catch his breath. He’d moved the odd pencil with his mind once or twice. Now he was pushing sofas around with his mind. Darcy felt a prickle on his forehead; he reached up and felt two small sharp horns.
‘Fuck!’
He screamed in terror, hot tears erupted from his eyes, Darcy fell to his knees. The only plus was his mother was away for the weekend. The Apartment was decimated, true, but at least she was safe.
‘Fuck. Fuck. Fuck’
Darcy sobbed. He only had one chance.
‘Mr Valde. I don’t know why you persist; you’re coming with me, one way or the other. We’re going home after all.
At first the Demon had just looked like a well dressed man, with slicked back ginger hair, but the glamour had faded. The demons hands were oversized black claws and black horns curved and twisted off and out of his brow.
‘Like hell!’
Darcy screamed, with his right hand he pushed backwards propelling the demon away from him and into the kitchen. With his left, he lifted the fridge and slammed it into the Demon; he vanished into the living room, knocking the only remaining wall down. Darcy heard the apartment begin to rumble, the ceiling sagged. He could hear police sirens in the distance; hopefully everybody had already had the good sense to get the hell out of the apartment building. Darcy heard the fridge shift. The Demon was already pulling himself together. Darcy felt his knees give way again, he fell to the floor in a heap, his chest hurt. His head ached; with everything he lifted that afternoon he could feel the strain on his brain, somewhere towards the back of his skull.
‘One chance. One chance. One chance’.
He repeated over and over again, he reached out, into his now decimated bedroom, he felt around with his mind, like a blind person would fumble for lost keys. He found what he was looking for. His school bag. It flew towards him, but he lost control. The bag fell to the floor, the contents spilling everywhere.
‘Now you’re just pissing me off!’
The Demon roared. Darcy turned his head to see the battered fridge flying towards him. Darcy put up his hands to protect himself, the Fridge bounced against his telekinetic barrier. The Demon grabbed hold of the fridge, lifting it up and slamming it down against Darcy like it was weightless. Darcy’s head exploded in pain and he felt the floor crumble around him. He crashed through the floor, slamming into the apartment below his. Darcy could feel blood drip from his nose and ears. He blinked away blood and groaned in pain, his head ached so completely he felt like his body was shutting down.
Darcy looked to his left. One last chance. Luckily his phone had fallen out of his bag and was now nestled amongst the debris. Inches from his face, He lifted it up with his mind and began to type furiously, his fingers felt foreign and detached. A group message, a VERY specific group to be precise. They all knew his address, knew he lived in New York City. He hadn’t seen them in a while time, but he knew they’d be there, at least a few of them. If anything it would be a good mystery. The Demon landed neatly beside Darcy, He laughed loudly.
‘Time to go, you’re done’.
The demon crouched beside Darcy and placed a clawed hand on his chest, the both of them vanished with a puff of red smoke, leaving nothing but destruction in their wake.
The Hunters would all get the same message, the message read.
- HELP ME. NSC -
The Demon growled back in response, cackling loudly, he was enjoying this. Out of nowhere Darcy’s sofa was launched towards him. Darcy pulled up his hands. A red ripple in the air erupted from his fingertips. He stoped the couch inches from his nose. He pushed back with his mind, launching the couch where it had come from. Darcy saw it like a blur, the sofa hit the man in the expensive suit, he crumbled against the weight, flying backwards into the next door apartment. Darcy took a minute to catch his breath. He’d moved the odd pencil with his mind once or twice. Now he was pushing sofas around with his mind. Darcy felt a prickle on his forehead; he reached up and felt two small sharp horns.
‘Fuck!’
He screamed in terror, hot tears erupted from his eyes, Darcy fell to his knees. The only plus was his mother was away for the weekend. The Apartment was decimated, true, but at least she was safe.
‘Fuck. Fuck. Fuck’
Darcy sobbed. He only had one chance.
‘Mr Valde. I don’t know why you persist; you’re coming with me, one way or the other. We’re going home after all.
At first the Demon had just looked like a well dressed man, with slicked back ginger hair, but the glamour had faded. The demons hands were oversized black claws and black horns curved and twisted off and out of his brow.
‘Like hell!’
Darcy screamed, with his right hand he pushed backwards propelling the demon away from him and into the kitchen. With his left, he lifted the fridge and slammed it into the Demon; he vanished into the living room, knocking the only remaining wall down. Darcy heard the apartment begin to rumble, the ceiling sagged. He could hear police sirens in the distance; hopefully everybody had already had the good sense to get the hell out of the apartment building. Darcy heard the fridge shift. The Demon was already pulling himself together. Darcy felt his knees give way again, he fell to the floor in a heap, his chest hurt. His head ached; with everything he lifted that afternoon he could feel the strain on his brain, somewhere towards the back of his skull.
‘One chance. One chance. One chance’.
He repeated over and over again, he reached out, into his now decimated bedroom, he felt around with his mind, like a blind person would fumble for lost keys. He found what he was looking for. His school bag. It flew towards him, but he lost control. The bag fell to the floor, the contents spilling everywhere.
‘Now you’re just pissing me off!’
The Demon roared. Darcy turned his head to see the battered fridge flying towards him. Darcy put up his hands to protect himself, the Fridge bounced against his telekinetic barrier. The Demon grabbed hold of the fridge, lifting it up and slamming it down against Darcy like it was weightless. Darcy’s head exploded in pain and he felt the floor crumble around him. He crashed through the floor, slamming into the apartment below his. Darcy could feel blood drip from his nose and ears. He blinked away blood and groaned in pain, his head ached so completely he felt like his body was shutting down.
Darcy looked to his left. One last chance. Luckily his phone had fallen out of his bag and was now nestled amongst the debris. Inches from his face, He lifted it up with his mind and began to type furiously, his fingers felt foreign and detached. A group message, a VERY specific group to be precise. They all knew his address, knew he lived in New York City. He hadn’t seen them in a while time, but he knew they’d be there, at least a few of them. If anything it would be a good mystery. The Demon landed neatly beside Darcy, He laughed loudly.
‘Time to go, you’re done’.
The demon crouched beside Darcy and placed a clawed hand on his chest, the both of them vanished with a puff of red smoke, leaving nothing but destruction in their wake.
The Hunters would all get the same message, the message read.
- HELP ME. NSC -
