Ah, 2013... I knew you well.
It was a good year for me, all things considered. A busy one, of course- but when is it ever any different? The Maleficent Seven and Last Stand of Dead Men were both released, delivering to me the most shocking revelation of all — that there's only one Skulduggery Pleasant left. Yes, technically I KNEW it was coming, but it still kinda took me by surprise to find myself writing the final book in the series.
So what else did I get up to in 2013? Let's recap, shall we?
January - dipped my toes into Twitter. Discovered Twitter to be basically quicksand, and so was unable to pull toes out. Still being dragged under.
February - I did an event at the Imagine festival in London, showing clips from movies that inspired Skulduggery. So much FUN.
March - Went to Germany. As usual, had an insane amount of fun and was kept incredibly busy for the entire time. The Maleficent Seven was unleashed upon an unsuspecting world.
Also met Steven Moffat and compared notes on how to traumatise people. (Speaking of which - The Time of the Doctor, eh? I'll miss Matt Smith, and it was so good seeing my beloved Amy back for a few seconds...)
April - was spent writing.
May - Started yapping to Ronda Rousey's mum. Which is, I think, an event worthy of an entire month.
June - this month consisted of me editing, touring, playing video games and watching movies. Not a bad way to spend a few weeks.
July - Read Geek Girl. Met Holly Smale. Holly Smale fell in love with me. It happens.
August - Last Stand of Dead Men released. Could life get any better?
September - My doggy died. This year I have had to put down my three dogs. I now have no dogs left. Ali's death sucked most of all.
October - My Doctor Who short story was released. Yay!
November - Writing for Book Nine.
December - Writing for Book Nine.
And how shall I be spending my New Year's Eve, you wonder? Will I be partying? Will I be singing? Carousing?
Nope. I'll be writing. And I'll be writing happily.
In closing, I'd like to thank all of you for your support, thank you for reading, thank you for being nice to each other, and for supporting each other. It's because of you that I am able to do the thing I love every single day.
I hope 2014 is kind to us all.
But especially me.
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Olivia: *in a cell half dead*
Found her
Ok. Dragona, is there a way you can quietly break the door?
#ChaseForBook9
(I like Ecumenism -> Vatican II, the pope at that time was working with other religious leaders on peaceful terms, using a common ground of peace, love, and hope to come to understanding, and they talked about world hunger and... Yeah.
I like Benedict, though. He's a very enlightened pope.)
Apparently I'm Christian, but then again I don't think I believe in anything tbh. Idk.
Sorry wbd D:
((Oh, that sounds awesome, Adra!))
#ChaseForBook9
What type of door is it?
Electronic, yes.
Wooden, I can have a go.
Neither. I think it's just traditional, old fashioned iron bars.
#ChaseForBook9
Its a wooden door she isnt under guard...*is shaking* I'm shunting when we have her please...*is obviously scared for her child*
(omg Mara :) *hugs* Alright)
Hm. I can try.
*raises his sniper rifle and aims at the door*
*fires at the lock, and the sound made because of the suppressor is no louder than a cough*
(I msd for about 3hrs if I do would either of you willingly continuw when i return?
Thanks *pulls it open and we really see Olivia, bloody and barely breathing obvious signs the copy had her* Ari....Nic had her...he probably experimented a lot..
*tries not to cringe* *nods* Thanks, Dragona. Ok, Zaf, you take Alexis, and you and Dragona can go ahead and leave with Jeckyll. I want to follow that sound. I'll call Niccolò when I need to get back.
((Sure, Zaf!))
#ChaseForBook9
Oh no Ari you are not going...no. Under my orders I forbid you. I'm not losing you here.
Wait. Surely it'd be better if I came with you lot?
I think I know who it is. I can't just leave them here. And- *takes a deep breath* *shakes head* Of course. If that's an order, I will leave here with you.
#ChaseForBook9
Right... I guess. *Sighs* When I was little, I had a vary loving, very caring mother and father- alchemists, of course, but they specialized in the kind of alchemy that involves direct healing, not what I do with medicine. I was young- around eleven, maybe, but most likely a few years younger when they went out to the front line on a particularly hard day of the war. They were killed, and so my brother and sister took care of me.
Being a bit older, they had more time and experiences with our parents than I did, so they were more torn up about it than I was. So they, being the assholes they were, decided to train me. It was hell. Living in the basement, little food, hours of work a day, it wasn't very fun...
Er, so then the dogfights started, and... I got a kick out of that, but for years, I didn't realize how hurt I was by my brothers and sisters... So, that's kinda the beginning and all..
(Sorry, wbd, my sister's here)
*shunts all of us* (serious msd
It's ok Dragona- we completed our intended mission, and we're back here now... But we should get Olivia to a hospital. *calls the Sanctuary to send for someone*
((Ok, Adra! If you want, we can just keep going later.))
#ChaseForBook9
((*hugs Zaf and Adra for when they'll have to go*))
#ChaseForBook9
*Sits on bench watching people shunted back*
(No, i'm still here :P we're just chatting)
(We cam go on. I would actually prefer.)
[They continue to sing/beatbox Roar]
((Oh, ok then. ;p))
Niccolò: *listens intently* *nods* It is certainly logical that such a relationship with your siblings would cause you some difficulty.
#ChaseForBook9
*deactivates his tactical cloak, then, and becomes visible again*
((I'll RP when they stop.))
((And Adra, I've been kinda trying to teach myself already, and hopefully I'll have figured it out by the time we meet. Thanks, though!))
*Walks up behind Dragona and injects him with formulae*
*waits for the Sanctuary hospital-people to pick Olivia up* *turns to Dragona and smiles* Thank you very much, Dragona. Please excuse me... *dashes away* *knocks on Adra's door*
#ChaseForBook9
*looks at the needle sticking out of his suit*
Oh.
Wait, what does this formula do?
Sorry I disappeared for a while there guys - was getting ready for my new years night out :)
how's everyone?
(Er, I'm not at my lab)
One of two things. A, it enhances your magic and you are able to perform amazing tricks or B, It slowly destroys your magic then kills its host then it passes onto the next person. We shall see in 3 minutes
I don't have any magic.
Then it will either give you magic or kill you slowly and painfully.
(Hang on, I'm still typing)
Aevil: You need to harmonize this bit.
Raeza: I thought you wanted me to beatbox?
Aevil: Yeah.
Raeza: I can't beatbox and harmonize!
Aevil: Why not?
Moss: [Facepalms]
((Yeah, I know. ;) I just had to knock on the door first.))
Hm... *calls Niccolò*
Niccolò: *phone starts ringing from inside coat* *draws it out and answers* *listens for a few seconds* *hangs up*
Adra, could you excuse me for just one moment? I won't be longer than a minute.
#ChaseForBook9
*Places metal hat on Dragona*
I already have a helmet... A metal hat will do nothing...
*takes a packet of sealant out of his pocket and applies it to his suit where the needle went in*
The metal hat is to tell me whether your dying or not, you have had an unusual side effect
Oh yay great. Side effects. Yay. Just what an alien with a crappy immune system needs.
*raises sniper rifle at Edward* Get rid of the formula in me.
((Dragona- from your perspective, wouldn't we be the aliens? XD You're awesome.))
#ChaseForBook9
*Raises arms in surrender* Its a good side effect. Plus I cant get rid of the formulae
(Well I was more thinking from your perspective. There is a human majority on the blog, so I must be the alien)
What kind of side effect is it?
(Well I was more thinking from your perspective. There is a human majority on the blog, so I must be the alien)
What kind of side effect is it?
A sort of super soldier effect, please lower your weapon and I shall continue
Ah... Okay...
There is no reason why I shouldn't pull the trigger and blow your brains out, Edward. I'll keep the sniper rifle. Just in case.
*She pulls her knees up to her chin and sips a cup of water*
((I think I might just give up now, since the plot's moved on anyway...))
*Attempts to edge out of way of the gun* Fine, the drug will enhance your vision, pain tolerance and reflexes. You may suffer random memory loss but you are now the perfect soldier.
Is there a way to stop the memory loss?
(I'm sorry Fabi :/)
((I have to go now, sorry!! I won't be back until around 11 o clock, my time, which is 7 hours from now.
Also, Fabi, I will be coming for you!))
#ChaseForBook9
((That was what I was going to do, actually, but I have to go now, so... :/ Sorry. Anyway. Love you all! *hugs all around* Happy new year!))
#ChaseForBook9
Bye Fabi and Aretha
It will go in time but for now, *Places hand on Dragonas shoulder and they are in the future in a prison* You are the perfect soldier
(Sorry, I really wish I could go into a lot more detail, but I can't concentrate with her yabbering)
(Oh... Right... bye)
If you think a prison will hold me, I think you're gravely mistaken.
Oh, your not a prisoner. I brought you here to try and reach the central archive in the middle of the prison.
((Sorry Adra!! I will be back, though! And Niccolo isn't coming with me for Aevil and Raeza, though, he's just dropping me off. Just so you know. Anyway. Really have to go now. Bye!))
#ChaseForBook9
((It's alright. You can't be everywhere, and my cousins should be here shortly. G'bye.))
And why are you wanting to reach the central archive?
Bye Fabi
Because I wish to clear some data. You have no choice but to help me.
*activates tactical cloak and vanishes*
You cant get back to the present without me.
That's a good point, Edward. A good point indeed.
*points sniper rifle at the back of his head and reappears*
Take me back, now.
A few flaws with your plan. If you kill me you cant get back either, only a few people would ever be able to control my mind.
There are flaws with your plan, too. You assume I need to get back to your present. I'm originally from the future. I don't mind staying, but I'd prefer to leave.
So it's your decision. Death or no death.
*Spins round and pushes the gun out of the way* You know, no death sounds pretty fun.
*swings a punch at Edward whilst launching a kick*
You improved my reflexes. Now it's time you faced them.
*Blood falls from nose* You know I was about to take you back, but if your sure you want to test the serum then, *Throws razor at Dragona*
*dodges out of the way of the razor and swings several punches*
*turns invisible, then attacks him from the back*
*Falls to knees* I have a few tricks *Air grows cold and guns fail to work* *Alarm sounds and police arrive but freeze*
*raises hand and his gun sparks orange*
The same mechanism used for hacking into things also uses on guns. It overheats the internal workings, meaning that it is unable to fire for several seconds. However, you cooled the air. The overheating will change the weapon back to normal temperature.
*swings a punch, then dodges around the side and swings another* *moves around the back of him and kicks at the back of his knees, then moves back around the front and throws punch after punch, still being invisible throughout*
*Falls unconcious and air returns to normal*
*grabs his sniper rifle again, and points it at Edward's unconscious form and waits for him to wake up*
*Wakes and appears in present day holding detonator device* Dragona will appear in the present after being framed for the destruction if the station *Dragona appears*
*raises hand and the detonator crackles orange and it becomes useless*
Tech expert.
brb
kk. ^^
Back in 10 or less
*She shuffles slightly, then gets up, thinking*
Back
Wb Edward. ^^
Distant but here, watching mock the week
Hello?
*Mara bites her lip nervously and dials a number on her phone*
Emery. Did you... find the twins yet?
*listens*
Oh. Please hurry though. We just want them here, safe and sound and alright... *her bottom lip trembles*
Mmm. Okay. Okay. *smiles weakly* Thanks. See you.
(Mara!)
Hello Mara
((Heyyy:)
I was here all along :P just distant because I was making noodles-from-a-packet aha))
(I gotcha Mara :P)
((Omg Graham Norton is adorable))
Omg I havent seen you all year people!! Hia
(GRAHAM NORton is a BABE)
Hello Snow
((Hey Snow
YES ADRA OMG
Mikey Bubbles is performing soon omfg))
Hello Edward. I HAVENT EATEN ALL YEAR!!!!
Its still 2013 here *Sends apple to 2014*
:O time travel does exist!!
*Makes tardis noise*
XD lol
Bow ties.... Hmmmm
Fez
TARDIS
Sonic screwdriver
DALEK
I'VE BEEN IN MY PJ'S ALL YEAR!!!
Stetson
Bad wolf
Impossible girl.
Rory the roman
River Song
the girl who waited
Ian chesterton
Cybermen
Tenth planet
Matt Smith
William hartnell
Billy Piper
Patrick troughton
Arthur Darvil
brb
Kay
gtg, bye
Bye ed
"Hey! I am weird, thank you very much. Im perfectly mal-adjusted! I am rightly insane!"
*She runs from her room, gasping*
Goodness... *Goes for a short walk around*
Ooh. Adras here
(Kind of... I'm annotating still.)
Kay
Hello for a bit.
Hey fab.
Sand gtg.
Sorry Snow!
Bye fab
Back for 5
HAPPY NEW YEAR!!! ITS MIDNIGHT
HAPPY NEW YEARRRR
Yay Mara! *hugs*
Happy new year for those of you who itis appropriate for :)
Happy new year Snow!
HAPPY NEW YEAR EVERYONE!!!! *tacklehugs*
2014.... god.... it so.... wet.... (its raining here) I thought it would be more.... warm...
Happy new year Rhydian!!!
Happy New Year, Rhy!!
I HAVENT BEEN OUTSIDE ALL YEAR!!
I havn't eaten all year
Family and me are now partying :P lol we're mad
I havent had a shower all year XD
I'm here
Zaf! I haven't seen you all year!
Hello, Zaf
Hello Zaf, Happy new year!!!
Whooooo
I'll be back later. BYE!
NIALL IS AT GARY BARLOW'S CONCERT HE'S SO FLUFFY AND CUTE AND ADORABUBBLES AND NIALL HORAN
Bye Rhydian
Bye rhy.
*pokes everyone*
Bye Rhyd!
Mara, calm down :P
51st anniversary of Doctor who
HI!!!
Are people online? Because I'll post my short story when people are online to read it. Hopefully, also when Adra's online, because she cares about Ezter the most. That's not to say that you lot don't care enough - I'm not very good at invoking care, and Hunter and Ez would prefer it if care were not invoked, so . . . :P
#ChaseForBookNine
Happy new year crazies
Happy new year Zaf
I wasn't actually thinking of them at New Year . . . :P
We watched the fireworks in London on the TV, we sang Auld Lang Synge, my sister nearly pulled my arm off, we didn't have champagne (which I was glad of), everyone was playing the iPad right before and after, we finished watching Merlin with less than ten minutes to spare, and . . . yeah!
#ChaseForBookNIne
HE'S SO CUTE
CUTE
NIALL IS SO CUTE
CUTE
NIALL
NIALL IS CUTE
CUTE NIALL
YOU CANNOT LOOK AT MY PICTURE AND SAY HE ISN'T ATTRACTIVE
HE IS
VERY ATTRACTIVE
EVEN IF YOU DON'T LIKE ONE DIRECTION
NIALL HORAN IS VERY ATTRACTIVE
:) I was the only one in my family (including extended) that stayed up for the midnight fireworks...
Not in my opinion mara.
Hunter's New Year? Well, they decorated the house. His family are ace at decorating houses. Seriously, they've been hired by people before. XD Anyway, they often look for excuses to do that, so they did that.
Some of the decorations were a bit . . . unique. :P
They argued over when to decide it was New Year and which TV to watch.
Therefore, they ended up celebrating numerous ones, and we kind of bored by the time the American New Year came around.
:P
Um.
They had champagne. Hunter and Ez were trying to stay away from it, because etherdemons. Hunter had rather varying success. Varying success that kind of varied itself towards the lesser success area.
Which was, you know, fun. XD
Everyone was there, apart from the people who weren't, and they're never there anyway. Quite a group.
Oh, and I don't have a clue what year it actually WAS. XD
#ChaseForBookNine
XD but no ezter happened *le sigh* so my threats and bribery didnt pay off...
(I want it NOOOOOW)
c'mon snow, you must think one of them is attractive
adra likes niall i think :3
and before she didn't even like 1D
and my cousin hates 1D with a passion
but thinks louis is sexy
my friend said 1D are bad singers
but likes zayn
tbh eeeeverrryyyyyyone has that one person in 1D that they think is slightly good looking
my mam likes niall c:
I dont think....actually I don't think I'll be able to talk with Ari or Nic now....well with Nic preoccupied per usual
:P HE IS MARA
That's why he is my favorite.
*nod*
Did they celebrate every hour omg
@Snow: We always stay up. :) :)
*hugs Mara* :)
I met some kids today - one of them was like seven or eight, one of them was like five or six - and they both adored One Direction.
I do not understand how that works, I seriously don't.
It completely stupefies me.
Both of them, at some point, asked me if I liked One Direction, and I basically said I didn't especially listen to their music but I really respected them as people, NOT THAT EITHER OF THEM UNDERSTOOD MY RESPECT OF THEM AS PEOPLE BECAUSE THEY'RE TOO BLOODY YOUNG AND HONESTLY I REALLY DO NOT GET THIS and I know you've told me about all the seven-year-old 1D fans, but actually seeing them in action is just . . . weird. O_O
Seriously, I don't understand how they can love these boys at that age when they've never met them.
I think Mara's love for 1D is a beautiful, beautiful thing. Seriously, it's one of those things that stay in your mind, because it just . . . jolts.
And they can't have that depth at that age.
They can't.
They just kind of like them because they do.
They don't . . . they don't really have complex reasoning behind it.
They've never MET them. Mara knows them because internet, but how do those kids know them when they're that young?
I'm sorry, I'm ranting.
I just DO NOT GET IT.
And I'm a little mad, tbh.
Because it kind of taints the beauty of Mara's love for them, fans like her, they get drowned, and it's like . . . it's like pure water being mingled with a load of oil.
#ChaseForBookNIne
Nope. I like none. Because I judge on personality, not looks. Looks just makes people smug.
He's adorable isn't he Adra oh my god
Did they celebrate what every hour? aha
Kinda sad now I just realized I'll never be able to talk to Nic today which sucks as I was hoping to train, which sucks. I can'f.
Helloooo.
Jamie discovered zucchini bread. Help!
@Snow: I know exactly what you mean. I am not going to say I always judge on personality, but I try to and I really wish I entirely did, and on the whole I do.
But seriously, why I respect 1D as people has nothing to do with how they look.
And also, seven-year-olds can't seriously find them attractive at that age. Unless they're really unusual. Your period can start when you're like eight. But it's really rare.
And - I'll try post that short story now. :)
#ChaseForBookNine
Wish I could fab!*hugs*
Er, Snow, are you saying you wouldn't date an incredibly hot guy if given the chance?
Personality is a good, and looks are like an added bonus.
And
Looks DOES have a bit of influence, whether you want it to or not. It's a bit of that primal instinct thing.
Aye Mara
I know a friend who's in deniall.
Hi Fabi! *hugs*
I wouldnt if that total hot guy was a jerk.
People call me odd because I honestly dont care about looks. Andi know they have some affect, but I tend to ignore that. Because whats the point in dating a moron when theres a perfectly smart singke guy?
THANK YOU STAR OH MY GOD YOU HAVE SAID EVERYTHING THAT EVERY DIRECTIONER EVERYWHERE HAS BEEN THINKING FOR THE PAST 782781871376138631673 YEARS (well actually 3 but yeah)
*hugs*
Snow - If you judge on personality then I don't think you've watched any of their video diaries or videos. My mam hates One Direction and even said after she watched their movie that she likes them a bit more because she realised that they're just down-to-earth guys and stuff and yeah.
If every hater just sat down and watched This Is Us, I guarantee that 60% would come out respecting 1D :/
But hey, I'm not going to bash your opinion:)
[hugs back]
Helloooo Snow, Star, Adra, Zaf, Mara.
ADRASDOS DARK DID YOU JUST
Hello Fabi
Hello Fabi, Zaf *hugs*
Hi Marsies :P
Yeah, but Snow- not all guys are dicks. It /IS/ possible to be kind and loving AND good looking
I dont watch NoD things because I dont like em. Whywould iput myself through that tourcher?? And I honestly dont beleive any of this stuff about them being "nice". Its all an act for the cameras.
All hot guys are jerks, all nice guys are gay, and all nice and hot guys are taken or famous or characters in a book tbh
i say tbh too much tbh
What doe tbh even stand for?!
I don't think some of the things Louis does in the video diaries would have worked if he didn't come up with them.
Could you drop the subject now? You don't have any reason to assume they're not nice, either, and you're starting to bother me even though I'm not really a direction ear.
*Directioner
To be honest
To be honest
And *points to what Mara says* Or, what people fake themselves into believing.
I think I might just go... im kinda in a hate state right now. Ill come back later.
A FEW NOTES:
Number one, I can't write.
Number two, this isn't really me telling a story. This is me outlining a story, and focusing on two time periods to show you how it happened.
Number three, I might be too clever for you in the second half unless you're paying attention. They're constantly acting with their body language and tone of voice, so they react a little odd in comparison to their thoughts. Bear that in mind. Number three, section b, when they're threatening each other, they're threatening each other, just in case you didn't pick up on that. XD
Number four, it was killing me not to be able to use things like numberous text boxes and font size at one point, so if it seems not-very-well written, blame that on the format in which comments are posted.
Number five - I'll write the next few numbers at the end.
Hunter ran.
Or, more accurately, he zoomed.
He zoomed over the rooftops, feet barely touching the ground, before swinging down off the edge of one, his feet thudding against a window pane.
A window pane?
He levitated down slowly, feeling his energy drain, and looked through at the startled faces gazing back at him.
Ah. Wrong house.
DAMMIT.
He dropped to the floor, levitation slowly his descent, and ran again. Where was the correct house? Somewhere. Somewhere could be anywhere.
Goshdarnit, buster. His pursuer could have a chance of catching him this time. And a chance was a possibility, and there are many variations of possibilities, some being probabilities, and some probabilities were actually certainties in disguise, and –
Hunter got back to running.
Not zooming, though; that would attract attention.
He ran past people and pushed past other people and pushed through other people, and they moved in a blur, a sea of faces that leapt into his vision and then disapperated into a mist, gone.
He turned his face to the side, the row of parked cars, not looking where he was going. He didn’t bang into a lamppost, just a lot of people – and they’d get over it.
There.
He teleported into the car, the driver’s seat. The engine was on and running, because there was a man in the passenger seat, listening to the radio. A bit of luck, this.
The passenger made a startled noise and a knife in their throat cut them off. Hunter waited patiently until he was sure they were dead, not looking at them (even now, he didn’t like to personalise, didn’t like to think), then reached over blindly, eyes looking out the windows for attacks, and did the corpse’s seatbelt up. Then he put his foot on the accelerator and the car purred forward slightly. It worked. Good.
No reason why it wouldn’t.
Hunter waited for a gap in the traffic, then swung quickly out of the parking space, not wanting the previous driver to come back. There, onto the road.
And still on the road.
And not off the road yet.
Hunter stared at the back of the car in front, blue, a “Baby on board” sign in the back windscreen, some make that wasn’t the Ashnights so didn’t deserve acknowledgement, and sat. And carried on sitting.
He wasn’t getting anywhere at this rate.
TBC
I know this girl from online who met Liam one day, like two years ago. He was inside a shopping mall in America, and got mobbed. She said he was so sweet and even though he got mobbed, he was laughing and telling the girls to calm down and saying that they shouldn't be making such a fuss about him, that he was only Liam. And my friend cut. She had scars all up her arms, and as she ran over to Liam, her sleeves hiked up. Liam saw her and took her arm, kissed her scars and told her, "Please don't do this to yourself darling, I love you." and then hugged her tightly.
There were no cameras around.
I dont have any opinion of 1D tbat shall be my choice
He couldn’t crash into anyone, because then he’d just be trapped by broken cars rather than working ones. Either way, he was still trapped by cars, and broken ones were less inclined to move.
Hunter looked out of his window at the traffic going the other way, the cars zooming forward, zooming past, WHOOSH, and then leaving a fading trail of zoom behind as they zoomed off to their next destination, zooming. They were moving. They were moving just fine.
This wasn’t fair.
Then the car in front, the blue one (it hadn’t changed colour in the time they’d been sat here. Told you Ashnight cars were better) crawled forward at a snail’s pace, before increasing slightly to a penguin’s walking pace. Hunter’s brand new car trailed after them, slightly unsteady in the hands of an unfamiliar master, and waited for the penguins to flip on their fronts and go shooting across the ice.
A breaking sound smashed into his windscreen, leaving fragments twinklings behind it, pain blossoming over Hunter’s face. He gasped, resisted the urge to close his eyes, and heal.
Water and a much harder liquid, often incorrectly classed as a solid, slid down Hunter’s face as his eyes healed themselves. But the glass was still there.
Hunter moaned, lifted his knife (a clean one), took a deep breath, and drove it into his eye. The pain was excruciating, an army swarm of stabbing black exclamation marks, but he hadn’t been tortured for no reason. He could do this.
He reached into his jacket, thinking RedRays, and suddenly his hands were enveloped in pain. Familiar pain, throbbing comfortingly. He let it numb his system, draw his attention. He could deal with them.
Then he cut his eye out.
It hurt, rather a lot.
He drew the RedRays into his hand, and regrew his eye with a gasp, blinking his eyelid over it. Vision filtered in.
He thought about how nice it was to see again as he lifted the knife into his other eye, distracting himself.
OW.
It had to be done, though.
Other eye regrown, pain fading shakily into the back of his mind, Hunter wiped his face, then leaned forward and pulled the shattered fragments at the edge of the windscreen off, not wanting them to fly back and hit him in the face. There was a lot of empty road ahead of him, people peering concernedly from the edges of the road at him. Good thing it was dark.
Hunter revved the engine and zoomed forward, causing the people to back away, panicking. His pursuer must have moved on, be waiting for him. Hatching a trap.
He drove straight past the red light, charging through a lane of cars (close, that), and sped to catch up with the queue of traffic straight ahead, his brand new eyes trained on the tops of buildings.
Bullets shattered into the side of the car, Hunter’s form flickering to avoid them, and he kept the car balanced only by extending etherenergy on it. He looked up to see his pursuer wink at him from a window before disappearing.
Goshdarnit, buster.
Hunter liked that phrase at the moment. It reminded him of damsons, for some reason.
He teleported out of the car onto the other side of the road, and dashed down the street, sending energy to his clothes to help them with the cleaning process, make them less noticeable. He thought he got a sense of gratitude from them in return, although it could have just been wishful thinking.
He started walking, blending in, making himself hard to stop. The blur of annoyed faces materialised into people, and the pavement stopped being a means of travel and was simply a solid object, the little chips of stone sparkling in the sunshine.
The shops shouted out their advertisements, the cars strolled leisurely by (or waited slightly less leisurely in traffic), the people swarmed like a swarm.
Very peaceful.
Very deceptive.
Hunter checked his watch, which was measuring whichever timezone he’d been in last, the one the chase had started in, the one they were going by. It told him that it was 11:53 AM.
Nearly there.
TBC
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