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sorry for the long wait, multiple problems i have had to deal with
anyway here we go
Chapter I
Section IV
My eyes began to burn. I was angry with myself for letting something like this to happen. Lucky for me, he was completely bathed in shadow. A rough scream erupted from behind me, as the creature’s finger was crushed by the lack of light. As I compressed the shadow, the area around him became fuzzy and inconsistent. He, if you could call it that, coughed as he was squeezed. Turning completely around allowed me to control the shadow with even more accuracy. Extending my right hand out, I began to twist my fingers. The movements compressed the shadow further, creating bonds around the thing’s hands and feet. Letting the pressure release a bit, allowed for closer inspection of the Geist’s face. It was true that we had encountered ones before this, but we had never been able to actually look at one this close. His face had the same shape as that of a human’s, though the skin seemed to have pulled tight. It’s cheek bones were close to breaking through the skin, the cartilage was gone from its nose. It didn’t even seem to have eyes. Without realizing it, I had begun to creep closer, reaching out my left hand to touch it.
“ETPUO YO OSIM RAEP LRYF. MDET REVHAR SUEENAY SSHD UADELA OLDI. EFV NTSEEE RMI EO EHTF HEOA TNCD CETCBAHH.” Quickly retracting my hand, I began to shudder. Every word, letter, seemed to drill into my very bones. His mouth had not moved an inch while he “spoke”. As he seemed to echo the letters, I realized there was a very thin cloth wrapped around his head. Cover where his eyes should have been. With every breath, the cloth moved as if stirred by a breeze. Coughing, the things continued. This time with a very different tone in its words. “EON TPNTE WK IECLRST SG IOXLTTUOHTAN. MFBNIO HE FWR OH TEEESUF RUESOO CMI RN NO.” His voice held much anger, even resentment.
“I will never join you.” The words left my mouth with out my consent. I had no idea what he was saying; yet it sounded familiar. My thoughts were thrown back towards reality as more of the creature’s letters rattle my bones.
With a deafening and bone-numbing roar, “AEDO DYUR,” we spawned from the being before me. Breaking from my cage of shadow, he rushed me. The dark light that was moments ago under my control, flooded back to its original place, plunging the area further into black. A rough shoulder soon hit me near the neck. I was knocked back, tripping over a broken chair and landing on the remains of a computer. I grabbed a chunk of the hardware and threw it at my new foe. It bounced off his chest, pissing him off and bringing forth more words.
He stopped but a foot before me, bending over to pick up the piece of wood I had earlier. The Geist plunged forward without thought, allowing me to roll to the side with ease. Stopping myself with my right arm, I swung my feet to the left and kicked. The thing was surprisingly light. He landed in a heap against the wall. Getting up slowly, I again reached out to gather the shadows. I worked quickly for I didn’t know how stable the floor was above me. Once a small pike had been made, I decided to act. It floated a few inches above my palm. Slowly I brought my right arm back, much like a pitcher. Extending forward, I let it go. Much to my displeasure, it never hit its mark. A rupture of light had appeared where my new friend had stood before.
Self-implosion. At least that’s what Lance called it. It happened every time a Geist soldier lost contact with it weapons for a period of time. We hadn’t figured out how long it was, since it varied. However, the destruction followed by each blast was always the same. It let out a strong burst of pure light energy then sucked in everything within 3 feet of it, then exploded out. The burst of light had destroyed the shadow pike I had created as well as made me a bit weak kneed. A couple seconds later, the explosion followed sending me into the wall behind me. I would have been fallen to unconsciousness if it had not been for a piece of drywall falling from the ceiling.
My exit up the stairs was blocked. What had been left of them was now destroyed thanks to the Geist weapon. There was no one I was climbing back up the hole either; the entire ceiling was now unstable. I pulled my self up hoping there was a way out. Leaning to the right found me my answer. It seemed the window wells in the basement hadn’t caved in or been blocked by anything, or at least not the one I was now standing in front of. It was a great way out, but the window proved to be a hassle. It didn’t want to open. Twirling my right hand around in the air, I brought forth some shadow to aid in breaking the glass. My hands were beginning to shake, making my tries to break it double. Crawling up and out, embracing the light never felt so good.
Volk came running around the corner of the house. He stopped in front of me, hands on his knees and panting. “Volk, what is it? The house is lost now, but I doubt we would have found anything in there.” He shook his head violently side-to-side. He tried to talk, but nothing came. Instead he thrust the walkie-talkie at me. I tried to calm my mind and think of what to say into it, “Ok guys, what happened?”