Post by kgbwriter on Oct 27, 2008 18:01:41 GMT -5
A blow was dealt, writhing, screaming, begging for life through his bloodied mouth. No mercy would be found, a fist planted in his abdomen, the man shouted and gasped trying to recover. Something inside the attacker relished the pain, lived for it, enjoyed it, was glad to be hurting the man who'd hurt him first.
A foot came up and jammed converse shoes into the other's face, he would've flown away if a clawed hand hadn't snatched him out of the air and smashed him into a disable crane, leaving a sizable dent shaped like the battered SuperHuman.
The man begged, spoke incoherently. It was a feeble lie, claims that he had no answers to any of the questions asked. The SuperHuman hit a box that exploded and showered loud pipes and bolts onto the concrete floor. A gun flashed and the Super clutched at his bloody arm where muscle, skin, and bone had all been torn by the heavy fifty caliber round.
The little birdy sang the same story, he had no idea. No clue who the girl was, no idea why she ran away, and no clue what had happened to Alexia.
With no effort Dane picked up the man by the arm, pressuring the bullet wound as he spun the man around, dislocating the limb and sending him crashing up through the ceiling to land invisibly on the roof with a colossal bang.
Why was he enjoying this? Had he gone mad? Dane Hart hadn't liked needless aggression but now it was the tip of his lance. Answers were coming. Alexia was in New York and she was involved with the SuperHumans.
Dane's allies had forsaken him, they were gone. Now Dane operated completely alone and it was driving him to the greatest heights. Never had anyone had anything to say when he was kind, a crusader of justice, now he was a rabid dog that no one could put down, a rabid dog that people answered to whether they could or could not.
The wolf inside Dane was a quelled beast. It was released periodically now and it tasted blood, now it was just satisfied to watch as Dane tore at their enemies.
Shadows whispered and cried out to him, all of them bore Alexia's voice. A violent insanity had spawned in his mind over the past few weeks. Since leaving Ayla in the theater Dane had started seeing things, his desperation had grown to obsession, now Alexia was everywhere an nowhere. Even an outlandish lie was enough to have Dane absolutely convinced.
A foot came up and jammed converse shoes into the other's face, he would've flown away if a clawed hand hadn't snatched him out of the air and smashed him into a disable crane, leaving a sizable dent shaped like the battered SuperHuman.
The man begged, spoke incoherently. It was a feeble lie, claims that he had no answers to any of the questions asked. The SuperHuman hit a box that exploded and showered loud pipes and bolts onto the concrete floor. A gun flashed and the Super clutched at his bloody arm where muscle, skin, and bone had all been torn by the heavy fifty caliber round.
The little birdy sang the same story, he had no idea. No clue who the girl was, no idea why she ran away, and no clue what had happened to Alexia.
With no effort Dane picked up the man by the arm, pressuring the bullet wound as he spun the man around, dislocating the limb and sending him crashing up through the ceiling to land invisibly on the roof with a colossal bang.
Why was he enjoying this? Had he gone mad? Dane Hart hadn't liked needless aggression but now it was the tip of his lance. Answers were coming. Alexia was in New York and she was involved with the SuperHumans.
Dane's allies had forsaken him, they were gone. Now Dane operated completely alone and it was driving him to the greatest heights. Never had anyone had anything to say when he was kind, a crusader of justice, now he was a rabid dog that no one could put down, a rabid dog that people answered to whether they could or could not.
The wolf inside Dane was a quelled beast. It was released periodically now and it tasted blood, now it was just satisfied to watch as Dane tore at their enemies.
Shadows whispered and cried out to him, all of them bore Alexia's voice. A violent insanity had spawned in his mind over the past few weeks. Since leaving Ayla in the theater Dane had started seeing things, his desperation had grown to obsession, now Alexia was everywhere an nowhere. Even an outlandish lie was enough to have Dane absolutely convinced.