Pawn to King Four - Part 1

[joshthejew]

"Sekhmet...she was a goddess to those damn Egyptians, a lion faced brute she was...her statues were coated in Anthrax by her priest, so as to oppose theft and vadalism...and, I believe with some humor, that she was seen to be ruler of the mighy Menstruation."

A hand rolled cigarette was drawn from his right coat pocket, placed between his dry lips and then lit with a match. The shuffling about and illumination revealed a man to be sitting on a bench located across from the lion's observation deck, one leg crossed over the other as the smoke screened his face. A gray bowler with robin feather sat in his lap, a bolo tie completing the ash hued, ancient suit of western fashion draped over his slim, slumped frame. He grinned with a mouth almost too big for his face, the skin molded over his optical slits pulling a bit tighter as their dark red gaze flittered over the woman's form. His voice crawled out like loose gravel from years of breathing in bootleg tobacco, but at the same time his tempo and tone a bit giddy.

"My name is Abernathy. I'm not here to discuss mummies, nor the feline faced Gods that will one day bring them back to dusty relief for Apocalypse. I am here to discuss you, Ms. Delacroix, and what we might call the future."

He uncrossed his legs with a slight sigh and stood from the bench to reveal a man of only the most average height. He moved slowly across the tile floor, his doe-skin moccasins revealing nothing but infinite, precise silence. He ran his nimble fingers through his curling black hair mopped scalp, looking down at the beasts below. He tosses his cigarette butt to the floor and grinds it away with his soft sole, his gaze moving back to the woman he traveled all the way from Astroboy City to see.

"I enjoyed the video feed of your murderous antics at the Indian Embassy. It's a dangerous game the Tower plays...it was not always so, but the the times are changing. There are those outside of their keen spectrum of control. We will have them, Ms. Delacroix. We will have the Tower all dead and gone, even if it means removing all life from this planet."

[Key Mischavitch]

The tiny city of Hanging Rock was quiet. The Full moon was out, casting a deep thick shadow over the Mountain that hung twisted and black over the city, bigger than any sky scraper, the rock had existed long before the city. Hence the name.
Hanging Rock was usually a buzz with activities in the night, the Vampire population was small but controlled and the nocturnal community was usually out nightly, but tonight was different, the full moon was different this month. Sinister and haunting, it almost had a red glow to it; the source of the glow was of course unknown.

The Police station was in ruins, smoke still issued from the scorched debris, almost 60% of the Hanging Rock Police Department had been killed in the explosion, nobody could figure out where the explosion started, in what part of the building had first erupted, but the police were almost certain it was foul play. Next to the Police Department, and virtually untouched in the incident, was the Local Hospital, The HR Grace North.

A nurse was busy blocking a window, she fumbled at the window, every room in the coma wing on the hospital had to be taped shut to keep any trace of smoke out. The Nurse had noticed a Smokey smell in the room; she quickly fixed the torn tape, and went back to her work. There was only woman in the room, the nurse read over her chart and quickly began to check the monitors that surrounded the woman. She was hooked up to at least 6 machines, oxygen tubes were taped to her face. She was beautiful.

The Woman looked peaceful, her hands were folded together on her chest, her fingernails were claw like and sharp they glinted silver, if they were simply painted that way or actually silver, it was hard to tell, what was certain however was the vicious sharpness to each nail. The woman’s ears were pointed catlike and three blonde whiskers sprang from the woman’s cheek on either side of her face. Her hair was a brilliant natural blonde, her hair was drab, but even then, the beauty of it was clear, it was thick and gently wavy. The woman purred, breaking the silence, her eyes fluttered open but quickly close. Her eyes were two huge blue orbs, her pupils were slit vertically. Her plump pinks lips opened and closed, her eyelids moved rapidly, her fingers twitched.

The Sound of a distant explosion echoed through her ears and her soul was released.

‘Finally...’

Key muttered, her eyes flung open and she once again purred.

[Moridanu]

((Amorshka Delacroix))

*Amorshka rolled her eyes and could not refrain a slender brow from arching dramatically over her left eye as the stranger spoke of menstruation. Although her vampiric state had long ago swapped that particular style of blood flow for another, the thought of a member of the male sex speaking of such a topic that he could not possibly understand, still caused her skin to prickle. Her distaste with such a topic, was almost enough to distract her entirely from her initial curiosity as to who this man was, and why he was in this particular place at this particular time. As he continued speaking however, it became apparent that he was here to speak to her.

"My name is Abernathy. I'm not here to discuss mummies, nor the feline faced Gods that will one day bring them back to dusty relief for Apocalypse. I am here to discuss you, Ms. Delacroix, and what we might call the future."

Amorshka blinked, both in surprise and in an attempt to relieve the mild irritation that his strange red eyes were causing to her already illuminated vision. Blinking more rapidly, she dispelled the night vision from her normal pale orbs as she slowly stepped closer to the bench that this strange man was sitting on. As she approached him however, he stood and began walking closer to her, his words causing her to stop in her tracks as he spoke of enjoying the video footage of her latest hit at the Indian Embassy. Assuming he was just another lackey for the Tower, Amorshka felt her anger beginning to rise and prepared to launch into a full scale verbal attack against this fairly short man who had dared to invade her solitude. Fortunately, his last words reached her ears before she opened her mouth, and she merely stood there with her mouth hanging slightly open, blinking in shock as he spoke of wanting the Tower all “dead and gone.”

Taking a few precious moments to collect her thoughts, Amorshka walked away slightly from the man who had introduced himself as Abernathy. Once again her eyes found those silver stars, as she stared up towards the heavens; her mind scrambling to make sense of what this stranger had told her. Finally, she lowered her gaze so that she was staring at his strange red eyes once more.

~Mr Abernathy. While you have told me your name, you have failed to inform me as to your sanction, inclinations, and reasons as to why you seem to presume that you and I have anything to discuss. It is clear from your earlier comment, that the employees of the Tower are not to expect a gift basket from you anytime soon, which prompts me to ask you why you have gone to such trouble as to seek one out. ~ *