||[Nov. 17th, 2005|09:56 pm]
I froze. Not the kind of freezing when you're surprised, or scared. Something came into every cell of my being and froze me sure as if the Dome Weather Control had lowered the temperature down to 73 K. I closed my eyes and started to concentrate, as the bench beneath me began shaking. Not a good sign.
I wondered about Matthias. Some cable - I assumed Synthia's devotion to the Machines gave her access to fancier softblades than the rest of us- had grabbed him in the back and yanked him into the building my current partner was staking out in. I'd worry about that later, though. He hadn't split my head open yet, so he was currently the least of my problems. Now, where was I?
Quiet...please.... I was begging. It could have helped. Quiet....just calm down please –
YOU BETRAYED US, they roared. WE MADE YOU POWERFUL, DEEMED YOU WORTHY, AND YOU BETRAYED US.
I suddenly found myself face first on the ground. The bench I'd been sitting on flew several dozen feet into the air. I rolled desperately as it came smashing down. Aimed straight at me...
I curled up in the fetal position on the ground, desperately trying to focus, to mentally purge the spirits suddenly overactive in the area. The bench had missed, but not by enough to keep me from thinking I was dead. Matt was suddenly dead. That much I knew. The ghosts suddenly lacked a focal power, and any Keeper can tell you they could now be dispelled, with proper mental effort.
Said effort could be difficult to achieve when distracted, however.
And the cracks in the ground, the tiles of the Machines-maintained breaking loose and flying like a swarm of angry gnats, certainly counted as such. Never seen the Ancestors so pissed.
From the building Synthia and Matt were in, I head, ever so distantly, a scorching sound.
BE CALM....be calm...FOCUS....focus....
That was a new sensation. The source...not fully human, but more of a steely, unemotional edge to it....something...mechanical...no matter.
It held me, like a monolith of iron against a storm, as the fury of the Ancestors began to subside. I could actually hear flying objects fall to the ground. Then I opened my eyes. Wow.
There, a few hands from my face, was the softblade I'd hidden by me - the one I'd been ready to use on Matthias. It was floating in the air, quivering, aimed straight between my eyes.
YOU SHALL DIE FOR YOUR BETRAYAL-
-okay, would you all shut the hell up and let me handle things?!?!? Stupid voices in my head! Even if they were the manifestations of the battle between my will and the Ancestors', they were annoying.
I exhaled. The softblade, like the last of the few levitating objects, fell to the ground. The angry shouts of the Ancestors faded into quiet.
I lay flat, belly up, on the street. Sitting there, and breathing nice and slowly, seemed like the thing to do.