" It was like a voyage to the moon, or a descent into empty space. First came the image of a crater, and I had the feeling that I was in the land of the deed. The atmosphere was that of another world. Near the steep slope of a rock I caught sight of two figures, an old man with a white beard and a beatiful young girl.
- Carl Jung, Reflections.

My second or third revision of a story that I've been working on. Its short - they always are - Mostly because I prefer taking one story and working on it until its either far developed, or almost finished. Which is much more prefable then starting new ones all the time. This one is entitled, "The Jhemmetalia's must die! It's about... 2 pages long, Still in development of course!



At this time Tin'hor city park was almost entirely disserted of people. It was a nice change of pace from the hustling busy streets and vigilant police officers. The dirt path trails were rather dark and mist stricken. For some reason unknown the street lamps here continuously suffered from technical problems. Flickering on and off, but usually not functioning at all. Light filters would come up missing and many believed that hoodlums would sneak out and disengage them. The overstrained city budget wouldn�t even bother to send out repair crews anymore. Francis Zander walked casually, he was alert but had a look about him - It made him look calm and inconspicuous. A very important technique, it averted much attention from Francis and augmented his safety. When necessary, he could be the center of attention, then moments later just disappear like a gloomy shadow. Every so often he glanced around to make sure that there wasn�t anybody around. At this time of night a city park would be a damn good place to be ambushed by the cops or opposing gangs. In some areas it was so dark that Francis couldn't see the path; His feet fearlessly guided him, instead of his eyes. The air around was cold, a silent spray of mist escaped through his nostrils, coming and going rhythmically, unhurried and unrushed. On the rear sides of the park lay green lush fields that at the moment were consumed in the sundown�s twilight. Clear and refreshing, A smell of dewy grass uncovered the field�s presence in all of its grand essences.

" Uhf!" Zander grunted as some invisible force pulled his foot down. His body surely would have follow but his knee clamped down in time and stopped him from falling forwards flat. Quickly regaining his composition, Francis looked around and behind him. Oddly, nothing was there... Or so it seemed at a glance. In a single waved hand motion, the cybernetic implants registered a signal and from Francis' almost unnoticeable headgear activated a piercing neon streamlight. Within a millisecond the entire area was illuminated. No shadow dared scream out against such a forceful light. Again the headgear clicked and tsk'd, It had detected something on the ground. A thin spider like web had subtly strung itself across the path, directly in an area where somebody would be very likely to stumble upon. Francis' intuition told him that this spider-wire could possibly be an alarm. Or it could just simply be paranoia rearing its ugly head. Little difference, Unless it alerted the police, which was unlikely. The most tangible situation being some kind of camera or recording device had been activated. If a crime would be committed, they would have undeniable proof. This was of no real concern. Apparent crimes would not be committed tonight. Unless Erahfront acted with hostilities, leaving Francis with no other choice then to defend himself. Ahead stood wooden pillars that land marked the location of an abandoned building. Possibly rich farmland with a two story mansion.


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