Post by brooke on Nov 5, 2010 16:33:42 GMT 2
"Is that so?" Brooke Tienne held the elderly man by the collar. He had already spent his fifteen minutes begging for his life and telling her she could take his money. When she did so, he asked why she still kept him. It was simple, and one would thing that these simple minded creatures would get it. She liked pain, she liked to watch them writhe and beg for mercy. She liked to hear their screams like it was music to her ears. She liked to watch their eyes pop as they suddenly realized that she was going to torture them to death.
But now, he'd told her that no evil lasted in the Big Apple because the X-men were their saviors. The X-men, she'd been here for a week and never seen a single pathetic costume or hint of a savior. "Guess what, Pops," she leaned in close, smiling as she heard his heart thump hard in return with fear. "No one is coming to save your wrinkled skin. They're are no heroes, no light, only the darkness. That's what you were afraid of, wasn't it?" She tapped into his mind, feeling out the fears and seeing them first hand. Easy and simple. He was as simple a mind as he was a creature. "To be locked in the closet again like when you were six. It was so dark...so cold. You can feel it now."
Her mind wrapped around his and swallowed his senses with the fear. He felt the cold chill that created goosebumps along his skin. He heard the echoing silence and nothing else. He saw only the pure black that wrapped around him like a vice. It stole his breath and rendered him immobile.
Brooke dropped the old man to the ground and smiled as she watched him curl in on himself and mumble helplessly. His fear felt good, it tasted sickly sweet on her tongue and her body drank it in, fueling her more.
Her voice became distant, dark. "You're stuck there, Earl. Its cold and so dark. You're all alone."
"NO!"
"No one can hear you, no one can see you. You're going to die here." She watched his body quiver and then violently start up in a siezure, his heart thumped loudly and quicked in pace when it suddenly...stopped. The old man's body shivered on last few times and he lay dead at her feet, her body gathering the last remnants of his fear before turning around in the alley. Usually she liked to play with them more, feed more hungrily on that fear and laugh as they cried. But she was bored. She needed more fun and this town was just so pathetically useless.
But now, he'd told her that no evil lasted in the Big Apple because the X-men were their saviors. The X-men, she'd been here for a week and never seen a single pathetic costume or hint of a savior. "Guess what, Pops," she leaned in close, smiling as she heard his heart thump hard in return with fear. "No one is coming to save your wrinkled skin. They're are no heroes, no light, only the darkness. That's what you were afraid of, wasn't it?" She tapped into his mind, feeling out the fears and seeing them first hand. Easy and simple. He was as simple a mind as he was a creature. "To be locked in the closet again like when you were six. It was so dark...so cold. You can feel it now."
Her mind wrapped around his and swallowed his senses with the fear. He felt the cold chill that created goosebumps along his skin. He heard the echoing silence and nothing else. He saw only the pure black that wrapped around him like a vice. It stole his breath and rendered him immobile.
Brooke dropped the old man to the ground and smiled as she watched him curl in on himself and mumble helplessly. His fear felt good, it tasted sickly sweet on her tongue and her body drank it in, fueling her more.
Her voice became distant, dark. "You're stuck there, Earl. Its cold and so dark. You're all alone."
"NO!"
"No one can hear you, no one can see you. You're going to die here." She watched his body quiver and then violently start up in a siezure, his heart thumped loudly and quicked in pace when it suddenly...stopped. The old man's body shivered on last few times and he lay dead at her feet, her body gathering the last remnants of his fear before turning around in the alley. Usually she liked to play with them more, feed more hungrily on that fear and laugh as they cried. But she was bored. She needed more fun and this town was just so pathetically useless.