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<blockquote data-quote="Captain Claymore" data-source="post: 2085252" data-attributes="member: 12634"><p>PART THREE.</p><p></p><p>5:40PM - Ashley Alton's apartment, Eastside.</p><p></p><p>Ash rolled over under the thin sheet that covered his body, opening his eyes. He didn't sleep much anymore, but it always made him feel better to at least lay down and rest for a few hours... besides, he avoided the peak hours of the day like that. It was nearly dusk, he could see. Good. He rolled over again, the sheet sliding down his body as he used his muscular arms to push himself up off the pallet into a sitting position. He stretched out, hearing bones pop, and then put on a pair of jeans from the pile of clothes by his bed.</p><p></p><p>He walked into the bathroom and glanced in the mirror, frowning at the haggard-looking man that looked back. A second later, the papery skin took on a decent, if pale, skin-tone color. His hands straightened the mess that was his hair, fingers running through it once to get it to fall right. Satisfied, he grabbed a black shirt with a Metallica logo on the front from the bathroom doorknob and slipped it on.</p><p></p><p>He grabbed his helmet off the floor where he threw it last night, then grabbed the handles of his Ninja, opening the door and wheeling it out. He locked up the apartment behind himself. "Ya act like you got something important in there, Ash!" He chuckled to himself as he hit the pavement and started up his bike, heading into town to see what he could get into tonight before he went to work his half-shift at Speedway.</p><p>_______________________________</p><p></p><p> As Ash cruised the smaller streets of Eastside the last light of the sun - now below the horizon - was merely unpleasant through his jacket and on the backs of his hands. His path through the local neighborhood was semi-random - the only pattern being an eventual drive-by of some of the "danger zones" he had learned of in the little time he had called the city home. Highschool parking lots, Quincy Park, the old downtown district and a few of the more popular alleys were hot spots where the communities undesirables often hung out - or conducted business.</p><p></p><p> He saw a few prostitutes out early and wondered at the reality compared to what TV portrayed. These women wore sweat pants, t-shirts and sandals, their haggard faces only sometimes painted in cheap make-up. The 'Hollywood' hookers couldn't be found in the Eastside neighborhoods - instead they prowled the new Downtown district, or so he had heard.</p><p></p><p> He turned left on Legion Blvd. and headed towards Eastbrook Highschool. A block further he slowed a little as he saw an unusual sight. An older gentleman in a sharp, tweed suit was strolling down the cracked sidewalk - matching hat upon his grey haired head. He looked like something out of 1940's London instead of a modern urban ghetto. He even had a damn cane in hand. The four teens keeping pace behind him were perfectly suited to their environment however. Each walked as if they had a purpose. There was none of the usual banter between friends that Ash would expect to see.</p><p></p><p> He cruised on by and saw another two teens - same serious expressions but this time apparently conversing with one another - on the corner, ahead of the old man.</p><p></p><p> <em>Something's not right about that situation,</em> he thought, so he slowed down as he came to a junction in the streets and pulled around the corner, out of sight.</p><p></p><p> <em>Like you should care!</em></p><p></p><p> <em>I'm not an emotionless beast like all those legends make vampires out to be. 'Sides, how'm I gonna eat if I can't protect my prospects?</em> He coasted his bike to a stop in the parking lot, taking his helmet off and securing the bike before walking out and down the sidewalk, in the direction opposite that of everyone else. He took his time, paying attention to the body language of the youths as he passed by, and taking a few sniffs of air, trying to snatch any ill intent out of the air surrounding them. He covered his sniffing by rubbing the base of his nose, as if he had a cold.</p><p></p><p> The first two teens were black - one tall, one of average height. They both wore the trendy clothing common to highschool kids. One was smoking. As he passed them, Ash smelled sweat mixed with the cigarette's pungent odor. They both went quiet when he approached, and tracked his passage with angry eyes. It was obvious they were more excited than they let on. the taller of the two's hand strayed towards his jacket and then relaxed once Ash was past.</p><p></p><p> Next came the old man. This fool was walking with head lowered and humming to himself. He failed to notice Ash until practically stepping on him, and then only looked up, smiled and continued on - blissfully ignorant of the danger he was in.</p><p></p><p> The four teens following him were very aware of Ash. This bunch was an ethnic mix with one black, one white and two hispanics all in the same hip, gangster attire of the first two. They parted as Ash approached - two to a side, and seemed to swell - unspoken challenge in their posture. He didn't need to turn and look to know they watched him for several paces after he passed. Like the first two, these young men had the fast pulse and tell-tale smell of those on a mission.</p><p></p><p> Once he felt their eyes leave him, he turned and started to follow them. <em>And the hunter becomes the hunted...</em> He kept his footsteps quiet, a trick he'd had to pick up over the last year or so. He thought for a second as he was walking, and was ready to throw up an illusion if the quartet in front of him sensed something out of place and turned to look.</p><p></p><p> The four teens were nervous - anxious. Ashley could tell one or the other was bound to look over their shoulder, not to mention the fact that the first two were bound to notice him in a moment at any rate. He concentrated and felt his power, like a veiled curtain, dropping around him as he walked. The air shimmered, sidewalk appearing to ripple like water. Suddenly, to all other eyes - Ash disappeared.</p><p></p><p> One of the teens felt the hairs on the back of his neck ripple, unknowingly in time with the sidewalk just behind him. He glanced nervously over his shoulder - but saw no one. He wiped his neck and continued following the old man.</p><p></p><p> The two on the corner stepped out in front of the man - all pretense at their mock conversation gone. The taller one's hand rested out of sight, inside his jacket. The shorter one flashed a smile and held his hands out to the side in a 'come an' get some' pose.</p><p></p><p> "Hey old man, where you headed?"</p><p></p><p> The old man looked up with a surprised expression. He was clearly taken unawares by their presence and stumbled to a stop. "I'm sorry, are you referring to me?"</p><p></p><p> "Who you THINK we talkin' to? You see another old man around!?" The shorter one stepped up towards him - clearly getting inside his personal space. The man raised a hand as if to ward against a physical attack, though none was made.</p><p></p><p> The other four teens only took a moment to fan out behind him - obviously blocking any feeble attempts the older man might make to escape.</p><p></p><p> Ash picked up his pace a little, moving closer to the group. He squeezed himself between a couple of the youths, being careful not to touch them, and inserted himself between them and the old man, in a crouch.</p><p></p><p> "Wh-what do you want?" The mans situation was finally dawning on him. "Leave me alone." He glanced nervously behind him - only to jump as he noticed the presence of the other four kids.</p><p></p><p> "What da' you THINK we want grandpa?" the shorter teen got right in his face, "We want yo' wallet. We want yo' money -" He emphasized the last sentence with pauses between the words, "- I - even - want - that - stupid - hat!"</p><p></p><p> The taller boy pulled back his jacket enough to show a nine millimeter tucked into his low waistline. Two of the kids behind the man laughed - further unsettling him.</p><p></p><p> From Ashley's low position between one of the laughing teens and the man, the smell of nerves was very strong. The pheromone effects of adrenaline clouded the area.</p><p></p><p> The old man dropped his cane and held his hands out - palms up. "I - I don't have a wallet. Please, just let me go, I beg you."</p><p></p><p> Ash slowly stood up, letting the illusion drop. "You heard the man. Let..." He took hold of the boy's pistol, pulling it out of his pants. "...him..." He popped the clip out of the gun, letting it clatter to the sidewalk. He started pushing his body against the old man, forcing him back against the fence that surrounded the parking lot behind them. "...go." He kept his body in front of the old man, becoming a human shield. He finished the sentence with a low growl, tossing the pistol into the street. "What's the matter, you afraid to deal with someone who has a chance of taking you in a fair fight?" His mouth drew back in a snarl, and his eyes seemed to flash menacingly in the setting sun.</p><p></p><p> The scene was frozen for a moment as the young men gaped in astonishment. The boy with the pistol actually whimpered - knees visibly weakening as Ash fed on the rush of terror inspired by his appearance. One of the four kids in back was the first to run, but soon the rest were following - madly scurrying across the street and in several directions. In moments, all that was left of the would-be muggers was a clipless Beretta lying scratched in the street.</p><p></p><p> Ash waited a few more moments - relishing the after-effects of his feeding - before turning to check on the man. He had half expected to need to perform CPR, or at least calm him down, but surprisingly - when he turned - the old man was quite serene.</p><p></p><p> "I am glad to see my instincts have not failed me... Mr. Alton." He smiled good-naturedly, "I feared for a moment you might actually harm those young men." He looked at Ash from inches away, and then down to where he was still being pinned against the fence. "Would you mind horribly, letting me up? I'm fairly certain they are long gone - and though I am not yet decrepit, this IS rather uncomfortable on my aged back."</p><p></p><p> "Oh, sorry about that." Of course, before he had turned, he had let his features revert to their normal look. He moved away from the old man. "Didn't bruise you, did I?"</p><p></p><p> All the time he was putting up a cool facade, his mind was racing. <em>How does this guy know me? Does he know what I am? Am I gonna have to get out of town again? Did Cynth hire someone to look for me? Did my parents?</em> Finally he asks the foremost question in his mind. "How do you know who I am, anyway?"</p><p></p><p> The man straightened and dusted invisible specks from his lapel, "Well I read it of course." Despite his comment about aged backs, he seemed to have little problem bending and picking up his black cane.</p><p></p><p> With a vague gesture to the surroundings - or the sky perhaps, it was hard for Ash to tell - the man continued, "It's amazing the things one can read, if one knows where to look."</p><p></p><p> He seemed to just notice Ash's questioning gaze, and hurriedly went on. "Please forgive me. I prattle on and time is short. You see, though I sometimes can read things, they are not always written in a steady script. You are to play a part in this affair, of that I am sure..." Again he motions, this time in the direction of the fled youth. "...but... the test was to determine your part in things." He smiles, "As I am sure you are aware, not all of your kind would have acted the same - given the situation you just faced."</p><p></p><p> He pulled a pocket watch - ornate and old fashioned - from his vest. flipping it open he tut-tutted and said, "Just as I thought, I must be gone." His manner turned serious and he looked about as if fearful of eavesdroppers. "You must find the Voice of Amphitrite Mr. Alton. I do not know what form she now holds but she will be drawn to this city - if indeed she is not already here. There is one who may help you within Saint Sebastian's Church. Go there and join the others - together I have hope that you will find her."</p><p></p><p> He tucked his watch back into it's pocket and continued with a rueful smile, "It's a good thing you came along when you did Mr. Alton... I really don't have a wallet, and that gun..." Ash followed his gaze to the pistol in the street, "... did concern me."</p><p></p><p> When he turned back, the old man was gone - the only thing left a strange, spicy odor that lingered in the air.</p><p></p><p> At the comment about his "kind", Ashley knew that the strange man had knowledge of exactly what he was, and he stood in stunned silence as the man 'prattled' on and finally seemed to vanish into thin air. He snickered. "Neat trick, that," he said to the sidewalk, walking back to his motorbike. He was half-surprised that one of those punks didn't try to go for the bike, but he paid that fact no attention as he slung a leg over and kicked it to life.</p><p></p><p> As he resumed his driving, he considered what the old man said. Something about a Voice of Amphi... something. And to meet "the others" at St. Sebastian's... The old man must have known that Ash barely went to church in life, much less now. So why would he have to meet anyone at a church? But it was worth looking into, and he still had a few hours before his shift anyway; so he decided to make his way over to the church to see what he could see.</p><p></p><p>===========================================================</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Captain Claymore, post: 2085252, member: 12634"] PART THREE. 5:40PM - Ashley Alton's apartment, Eastside. Ash rolled over under the thin sheet that covered his body, opening his eyes. He didn't sleep much anymore, but it always made him feel better to at least lay down and rest for a few hours... besides, he avoided the peak hours of the day like that. It was nearly dusk, he could see. Good. He rolled over again, the sheet sliding down his body as he used his muscular arms to push himself up off the pallet into a sitting position. He stretched out, hearing bones pop, and then put on a pair of jeans from the pile of clothes by his bed. He walked into the bathroom and glanced in the mirror, frowning at the haggard-looking man that looked back. A second later, the papery skin took on a decent, if pale, skin-tone color. His hands straightened the mess that was his hair, fingers running through it once to get it to fall right. Satisfied, he grabbed a black shirt with a Metallica logo on the front from the bathroom doorknob and slipped it on. He grabbed his helmet off the floor where he threw it last night, then grabbed the handles of his Ninja, opening the door and wheeling it out. He locked up the apartment behind himself. "Ya act like you got something important in there, Ash!" He chuckled to himself as he hit the pavement and started up his bike, heading into town to see what he could get into tonight before he went to work his half-shift at Speedway. _______________________________ As Ash cruised the smaller streets of Eastside the last light of the sun - now below the horizon - was merely unpleasant through his jacket and on the backs of his hands. His path through the local neighborhood was semi-random - the only pattern being an eventual drive-by of some of the "danger zones" he had learned of in the little time he had called the city home. Highschool parking lots, Quincy Park, the old downtown district and a few of the more popular alleys were hot spots where the communities undesirables often hung out - or conducted business. He saw a few prostitutes out early and wondered at the reality compared to what TV portrayed. These women wore sweat pants, t-shirts and sandals, their haggard faces only sometimes painted in cheap make-up. The 'Hollywood' hookers couldn't be found in the Eastside neighborhoods - instead they prowled the new Downtown district, or so he had heard. He turned left on Legion Blvd. and headed towards Eastbrook Highschool. A block further he slowed a little as he saw an unusual sight. An older gentleman in a sharp, tweed suit was strolling down the cracked sidewalk - matching hat upon his grey haired head. He looked like something out of 1940's London instead of a modern urban ghetto. He even had a damn cane in hand. The four teens keeping pace behind him were perfectly suited to their environment however. Each walked as if they had a purpose. There was none of the usual banter between friends that Ash would expect to see. He cruised on by and saw another two teens - same serious expressions but this time apparently conversing with one another - on the corner, ahead of the old man. [i]Something's not right about that situation,[/i] he thought, so he slowed down as he came to a junction in the streets and pulled around the corner, out of sight. [i]Like you should care![/i] [i]I'm not an emotionless beast like all those legends make vampires out to be. 'Sides, how'm I gonna eat if I can't protect my prospects?[/i] He coasted his bike to a stop in the parking lot, taking his helmet off and securing the bike before walking out and down the sidewalk, in the direction opposite that of everyone else. He took his time, paying attention to the body language of the youths as he passed by, and taking a few sniffs of air, trying to snatch any ill intent out of the air surrounding them. He covered his sniffing by rubbing the base of his nose, as if he had a cold. The first two teens were black - one tall, one of average height. They both wore the trendy clothing common to highschool kids. One was smoking. As he passed them, Ash smelled sweat mixed with the cigarette's pungent odor. They both went quiet when he approached, and tracked his passage with angry eyes. It was obvious they were more excited than they let on. the taller of the two's hand strayed towards his jacket and then relaxed once Ash was past. Next came the old man. This fool was walking with head lowered and humming to himself. He failed to notice Ash until practically stepping on him, and then only looked up, smiled and continued on - blissfully ignorant of the danger he was in. The four teens following him were very aware of Ash. This bunch was an ethnic mix with one black, one white and two hispanics all in the same hip, gangster attire of the first two. They parted as Ash approached - two to a side, and seemed to swell - unspoken challenge in their posture. He didn't need to turn and look to know they watched him for several paces after he passed. Like the first two, these young men had the fast pulse and tell-tale smell of those on a mission. Once he felt their eyes leave him, he turned and started to follow them. [i]And the hunter becomes the hunted...[/i] He kept his footsteps quiet, a trick he'd had to pick up over the last year or so. He thought for a second as he was walking, and was ready to throw up an illusion if the quartet in front of him sensed something out of place and turned to look. The four teens were nervous - anxious. Ashley could tell one or the other was bound to look over their shoulder, not to mention the fact that the first two were bound to notice him in a moment at any rate. He concentrated and felt his power, like a veiled curtain, dropping around him as he walked. The air shimmered, sidewalk appearing to ripple like water. Suddenly, to all other eyes - Ash disappeared. One of the teens felt the hairs on the back of his neck ripple, unknowingly in time with the sidewalk just behind him. He glanced nervously over his shoulder - but saw no one. He wiped his neck and continued following the old man. The two on the corner stepped out in front of the man - all pretense at their mock conversation gone. The taller one's hand rested out of sight, inside his jacket. The shorter one flashed a smile and held his hands out to the side in a 'come an' get some' pose. "Hey old man, where you headed?" The old man looked up with a surprised expression. He was clearly taken unawares by their presence and stumbled to a stop. "I'm sorry, are you referring to me?" "Who you THINK we talkin' to? You see another old man around!?" The shorter one stepped up towards him - clearly getting inside his personal space. The man raised a hand as if to ward against a physical attack, though none was made. The other four teens only took a moment to fan out behind him - obviously blocking any feeble attempts the older man might make to escape. Ash picked up his pace a little, moving closer to the group. He squeezed himself between a couple of the youths, being careful not to touch them, and inserted himself between them and the old man, in a crouch. "Wh-what do you want?" The mans situation was finally dawning on him. "Leave me alone." He glanced nervously behind him - only to jump as he noticed the presence of the other four kids. "What da' you THINK we want grandpa?" the shorter teen got right in his face, "We want yo' wallet. We want yo' money -" He emphasized the last sentence with pauses between the words, "- I - even - want - that - stupid - hat!" The taller boy pulled back his jacket enough to show a nine millimeter tucked into his low waistline. Two of the kids behind the man laughed - further unsettling him. From Ashley's low position between one of the laughing teens and the man, the smell of nerves was very strong. The pheromone effects of adrenaline clouded the area. The old man dropped his cane and held his hands out - palms up. "I - I don't have a wallet. Please, just let me go, I beg you." Ash slowly stood up, letting the illusion drop. "You heard the man. Let..." He took hold of the boy's pistol, pulling it out of his pants. "...him..." He popped the clip out of the gun, letting it clatter to the sidewalk. He started pushing his body against the old man, forcing him back against the fence that surrounded the parking lot behind them. "...go." He kept his body in front of the old man, becoming a human shield. He finished the sentence with a low growl, tossing the pistol into the street. "What's the matter, you afraid to deal with someone who has a chance of taking you in a fair fight?" His mouth drew back in a snarl, and his eyes seemed to flash menacingly in the setting sun. The scene was frozen for a moment as the young men gaped in astonishment. The boy with the pistol actually whimpered - knees visibly weakening as Ash fed on the rush of terror inspired by his appearance. One of the four kids in back was the first to run, but soon the rest were following - madly scurrying across the street and in several directions. In moments, all that was left of the would-be muggers was a clipless Beretta lying scratched in the street. Ash waited a few more moments - relishing the after-effects of his feeding - before turning to check on the man. He had half expected to need to perform CPR, or at least calm him down, but surprisingly - when he turned - the old man was quite serene. "I am glad to see my instincts have not failed me... Mr. Alton." He smiled good-naturedly, "I feared for a moment you might actually harm those young men." He looked at Ash from inches away, and then down to where he was still being pinned against the fence. "Would you mind horribly, letting me up? I'm fairly certain they are long gone - and though I am not yet decrepit, this IS rather uncomfortable on my aged back." "Oh, sorry about that." Of course, before he had turned, he had let his features revert to their normal look. He moved away from the old man. "Didn't bruise you, did I?" All the time he was putting up a cool facade, his mind was racing. [i]How does this guy know me? Does he know what I am? Am I gonna have to get out of town again? Did Cynth hire someone to look for me? Did my parents?[/i] Finally he asks the foremost question in his mind. "How do you know who I am, anyway?" The man straightened and dusted invisible specks from his lapel, "Well I read it of course." Despite his comment about aged backs, he seemed to have little problem bending and picking up his black cane. With a vague gesture to the surroundings - or the sky perhaps, it was hard for Ash to tell - the man continued, "It's amazing the things one can read, if one knows where to look." He seemed to just notice Ash's questioning gaze, and hurriedly went on. "Please forgive me. I prattle on and time is short. You see, though I sometimes can read things, they are not always written in a steady script. You are to play a part in this affair, of that I am sure..." Again he motions, this time in the direction of the fled youth. "...but... the test was to determine your part in things." He smiles, "As I am sure you are aware, not all of your kind would have acted the same - given the situation you just faced." He pulled a pocket watch - ornate and old fashioned - from his vest. flipping it open he tut-tutted and said, "Just as I thought, I must be gone." His manner turned serious and he looked about as if fearful of eavesdroppers. "You must find the Voice of Amphitrite Mr. Alton. I do not know what form she now holds but she will be drawn to this city - if indeed she is not already here. There is one who may help you within Saint Sebastian's Church. Go there and join the others - together I have hope that you will find her." He tucked his watch back into it's pocket and continued with a rueful smile, "It's a good thing you came along when you did Mr. Alton... I really don't have a wallet, and that gun..." Ash followed his gaze to the pistol in the street, "... did concern me." When he turned back, the old man was gone - the only thing left a strange, spicy odor that lingered in the air. At the comment about his "kind", Ashley knew that the strange man had knowledge of exactly what he was, and he stood in stunned silence as the man 'prattled' on and finally seemed to vanish into thin air. He snickered. "Neat trick, that," he said to the sidewalk, walking back to his motorbike. He was half-surprised that one of those punks didn't try to go for the bike, but he paid that fact no attention as he slung a leg over and kicked it to life. As he resumed his driving, he considered what the old man said. Something about a Voice of Amphi... something. And to meet "the others" at St. Sebastian's... The old man must have known that Ash barely went to church in life, much less now. So why would he have to meet anyone at a church? But it was worth looking into, and he still had a few hours before his shift anyway; so he decided to make his way over to the church to see what he could see. =========================================================== [/QUOTE]
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