The Twilight War -- Ryan: The Three.
The sun beat down on Ryan as he made his way through the crowds in
Central Square. His slight six and a half foot figure moved easily along,
the people stepping around him for the most part. Sweat beaded his
forehead and made the stubble that sat on top of his head glisten in the
mid afternoon sun.
A vague feeling of wrongness began to settle in the back of his head. He
sped up his pace, his body slipping around in the crowd as he glanced about.
Eventually he stumbled into a rundown apartment building in Roxbury. The
feeling was growing stronger, as he made his way up the stairs, the wood
creaking under him. When he reached the seventh floor he walked through a
fire door and into the hall.
It was filthy. Garbage was strewn everywhere, the linolium floor was
cracked and caked with filth. The smell of decay had passed on into his
other senses and he knew that this was the place. Reaching behind him he
slipped the 9mm out of the waistband holster it where it had sat
un-noticed as he walked through the crowds moment before.
The door was open, when he slipped inside. The apartment continued the
filth that was outside, and the odours where even worse here. Feces and
vomit stuck to the wall, and bloodso much blood. Ryan flipped the safety
off and continued inside. As he peered around the corner into the
bedroom, he saw three figures on the bed, they looked up at him.
The first was a stunning young woman, blond, lovely, dressed in dirty
rags with more pale white skin showing than hidden. The second was middle
aged, still pretty in her own right wearing an apron and blouse with her
hair up in a hankerchef, her dour brown face was creased with lines of
laughter and sorrow. The Thrid was a hunched figure, her age aparent on
her face, though her hair was still black as night and hung midway down
her back.
"Greetings to you Childe of Chronos" None of their lips moved, but the
voice was echoed in three parts simultaniously. "We have waited a long
time for you."
***
After that it all went blank.
Several weeks later Ryan found himself walking the same path and into the
same apartment, now there was one woman.
"Have you learned to see yet?" the three part voice echoed around him.
"I don't understand..." Ryan's voice was flat and soft.
She reached out touched his face, holding his cheeks like his grandmother
used to.
"See." the voice echoed again.
As the old woman pushed his eyes into his head.
And the prophet sagged to the floor with bowed head
And the prophet wept with ruined eyes.
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