| Argyyle's awareness began to return when he hit the wall. Awareness of self...of selves. He/She made the decision to rend itself, and Argyyle felt the walls...the limitations of one...come crashing down upon his consciousness. He nearly screamed with the loss. Maybe he did, he couldnt tell. He felt the rage. His rage? Her rage? Their rage? It hurt to think...he had to hold on, help his sister. Flashes...Fiona standing between he and the others. Defending him? The Serpents of Darkness coiling about her. She was Terrifying to behold. She was wonderful to behold. Argyyle felt her words thunder through his head, a cacophonous dischord of hissing sibilance and frightening fritiniancy. Argyyle tried to bring himself to his feet, barely managing to get to his knees. An explosion of light and sound, disorienting him further. Shards of light everywhere, ice hot streaks on his body. The scent of iron, sharp and acrid. A flash, a death, familiar faces hauntingly, disturbingly cast by the witch lights, then blessed oblivion. ******************************************************************************************* Geth turned to look at the young lady as the onlsaught of her fury began. Geth's eyes narrowed and she watched the woman. Such fury from one so young. Yet, Geth had the feeling that not all of the fury was directed her way. As the young woman marched out of the room, Geth's eyes turned back to the young man. His eyes had rolled back and his eye lids closed. Totally out now, Geth had no choice but to look at the other's in the room. The dark man that haunted all of her dreams was still here as well as the other woman. It was this woman that spoke first, "Geth, do you know us?" Geth did not answer her. It should be obvious that she did not know these people. Instead of answering, Geth turned to look at the dark man again. He was still a safe distance from her and therefore not a menacing presence at the time. "Geth?" the woman called again. Geth turned on the woman and threw her against the wall this time. Anger at being haunted day and night by these dreams was now foremost in her mind. The woman hit the wall and thudded to the floor, no sound but the small inhale and exhale of breath was audible from her. A small and evil grin passed over Geth's face. She heard a deep chuckle from across the room and looked up to see the dark man almost smiling. He was laughing at her. She would not stay and deal with him. Geth turned and walked toward the wall she knew led into hallway. She reached and walked right through it. Once in the hallway, she decided to explore. If he found her she would deal with him then. |
| Frayed Ends of Sanity |