Thread:Johnathon Strider/@comment-26567397-20161120191253/@comment-24852191-20170116050817


 * I smile and look down slightly as I lay my head on her right shoulder. I hear the Elites' plasma rifles prefire chambers prime, but they do not fire.

"CLINK"


 * A loud sharp metallic sound echoes through the room. I look at the turn and look at the Elites.

"CLINK"


 * That same sound again. Then, I realize. The Elites, they are no longer looking at us, they are looking off to my right. I turn some more and follow their gaze. A white glove, with a five point star, encased in rings and text, sticks out from behind the shadow of the other surgery table.

"CLINK"


 * In it's clutched fist is one of Kit's shirikens tapping and scraping against the floor as the gloved hand, now connected to a red arm, grabs at the ground and pulls. The vampire I thought was dead crawls out from behind the table. He stops in the flickering light and lays back on his kneels as he looks at the Elites. The Elites, unsure of what to do, whisper back and forth to each other.


 * The vampire attempts to grin, but falls forward.

"CLINK"


 * I straddles a pool of my blood beneath him. He leans in and begins licking it off the floor with his long tongue.IMG_0926.jpg


 * As he does so, his skin tone returns to normal, but something else happens. I feel something happen deep in my mind. A sense of connectivity with him. I grab my head slightly, puzzled by what I'm feeling.