Iuthia
04-12-2005, 22:37
Prologue – Worst turn of events…
Hatred filled his thoughts like molten metal bubbling in his synapses, a certain loathing at how this man standing before him made him feel so impotent and weak, his stance challenging him to do his worst. Already Stuart was trembling in the corner of the booth as the antagonist’s very presence of will cowed him in an almost unnatural way. Conner didn’t know what the man had done to him, it was clear he was bigger and stronger, but he was no more terrifying then any of other bullies the two had dealt with oh so many times in the past. Restrained rage boiled inside Conner, he knew he was powerless against this brute and it burned inside him, wishing there was some way to harm him, make him pay.
Then everything was a blur, the man in front of him had begun to confront him like he had Stuart, he could feel the mans drunken anger pressing against him, the brutes expression seemed to concentrate on Conner for a moment before everything went horribly wrong. Almost as quickly as it came, the mans anger became fear, his forced sense of presence on Conner melted away and his expression was a picture of dread and terror, like Conner was some kind of monster.
Like a cornered animal, the man lunged at him wildly, landing a glancing blow on Conner, who raised him hands to protect himself, touching the man accidentally in the process. Suddenly the assailant clutched at his chest; all the while cowering from the young adult… finally, he became limp and collapsed the rest of the way on to the barroom floor, his dead expression locked in terminal fear.
Everything was silent… before now it was just another bar fight that would have been broken up eventually, but something terribly wrong had just happened and everyone simply stared for a moment, trying to take in what had just happened, their eyes accusingly looking from both the body of the foreigner and the young man standing over him, a look of ignorant fear about their faces.
Conner fled, running out of the bar as quickly as possible… no one tried to stop him, unsure of their safety. Once he had left, someone brave checked the man’s body, hoping for some sign of life without any success. It wasn’t long before the Peacekeepers were called into the scene of perhaps Iuthia’s first magical crime to have been committed by one of its own.
Hatred filled his thoughts like molten metal bubbling in his synapses, a certain loathing at how this man standing before him made him feel so impotent and weak, his stance challenging him to do his worst. Already Stuart was trembling in the corner of the booth as the antagonist’s very presence of will cowed him in an almost unnatural way. Conner didn’t know what the man had done to him, it was clear he was bigger and stronger, but he was no more terrifying then any of other bullies the two had dealt with oh so many times in the past. Restrained rage boiled inside Conner, he knew he was powerless against this brute and it burned inside him, wishing there was some way to harm him, make him pay.
Then everything was a blur, the man in front of him had begun to confront him like he had Stuart, he could feel the mans drunken anger pressing against him, the brutes expression seemed to concentrate on Conner for a moment before everything went horribly wrong. Almost as quickly as it came, the mans anger became fear, his forced sense of presence on Conner melted away and his expression was a picture of dread and terror, like Conner was some kind of monster.
Like a cornered animal, the man lunged at him wildly, landing a glancing blow on Conner, who raised him hands to protect himself, touching the man accidentally in the process. Suddenly the assailant clutched at his chest; all the while cowering from the young adult… finally, he became limp and collapsed the rest of the way on to the barroom floor, his dead expression locked in terminal fear.
Everything was silent… before now it was just another bar fight that would have been broken up eventually, but something terribly wrong had just happened and everyone simply stared for a moment, trying to take in what had just happened, their eyes accusingly looking from both the body of the foreigner and the young man standing over him, a look of ignorant fear about their faces.
Conner fled, running out of the bar as quickly as possible… no one tried to stop him, unsure of their safety. Once he had left, someone brave checked the man’s body, hoping for some sign of life without any success. It wasn’t long before the Peacekeepers were called into the scene of perhaps Iuthia’s first magical crime to have been committed by one of its own.