05-28-2008, 10:55 PM
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indent The noise had come back. He hadn’t heard the noise since he had been a young man, around his half-brother’s age. It had been footsteps then, and it was footsteps now. Gabriel’s eyes snapped open in the dark, fever-bright, vicious gold-yellow. They stared ahead blindly for several minutes, the eyes of a killer, his mother’s eyes. Kaena was gone, but she was still in his blood. She would live as long as her children lived.
indent His right hand was pulsing. The stigmata did not burn, as it had once, but he could feel the blood in it. His hand curled into a fist. The footsteps were louder then he expected. Pushing himself to his feet, Gabriel did not once question why he was on two legs (he didn’t recall much these days). Dirty, shoulder-length hair tumbled into his face, obscuring the scars, the gleaming eyes. He walked as a man possessed, as if these truly were the last days. Even when he came across Jasper, falling in step behind him, he did not for once consider letting him live because they shared blood. It was something else entirely that made him speak. “What are you doing here?” A thick voice, as if he had been swallowing nothing but sand and blood.
indent The noise had come back. He hadn’t heard the noise since he had been a young man, around his half-brother’s age. It had been footsteps then, and it was footsteps now. Gabriel’s eyes snapped open in the dark, fever-bright, vicious gold-yellow. They stared ahead blindly for several minutes, the eyes of a killer, his mother’s eyes. Kaena was gone, but she was still in his blood. She would live as long as her children lived.
indent His right hand was pulsing. The stigmata did not burn, as it had once, but he could feel the blood in it. His hand curled into a fist. The footsteps were louder then he expected. Pushing himself to his feet, Gabriel did not once question why he was on two legs (he didn’t recall much these days). Dirty, shoulder-length hair tumbled into his face, obscuring the scars, the gleaming eyes. He walked as a man possessed, as if these truly were the last days. Even when he came across Jasper, falling in step behind him, he did not for once consider letting him live because they shared blood. It was something else entirely that made him speak. “What are you doing here?” A thick voice, as if he had been swallowing nothing but sand and blood.