Post by Lord Cyber on May 15, 2005 16:42:56 GMT -5
They were two black stains against the sea of yellow sand. Even the shadows they cast across the ground weren't as dark. They both sat there, waiting in the morning heat.
Bishop approached them with caution, but he was pretty sure they were harmless.
"Josh. Why are you wearing a black-hoodie in the middle of the desert?" Bishop circled the teenager and his guardian, The Wyrm.
"Why do you care?"
"Rar."
Bishop didn't expect much more from Josh or The Wyrm for an answer. He sighed and dipped his calloused hand into his leather satchel. After rummaging around he pulled out two bottled-waters and tossed them at Josh.
"Drink up, and then I can see what you two are made of...where's your sister at?"
"Did Bishop ask me something?" She was less than a foot away from him. Surprised and confused, Bishop looked like a drunken line-dancer as he twisted his neck and quickly took some steps away from her.
Bishop's eyes locked on hers. She wasn't there before. She wasn't anywhere before! As close as he was to her, he should've at least smelled her hair. How did she hide in plain sight?
"Aimee...what did you do?"
"Bishop wants to know what I do?" she cocked her head to the side and gave him "the look" again.
"Dang it! Fine. Don't tell me. Josh, are you ready to fight?"
In response, an empty water-bottle bounced off the back of Bishop's left shoulder.
"Very well then." Bishop took off his satchel and threw it on the ground in front of Aimee. He started walking away from her and Josh. The fingers on his right hand slid across the rust and metal of the chain strapped to his belt. With a "pop", Virgil appeared next to Bishop wearing stereotypical cowboy attire.
"Got no prints..." Virgil whispered to Bishop but kept looking forward as they walked.
"What?"
"Ah said the gal ain't got no footprints in the sand...just you, the kid, and the ugly." A chill went down Bishop's spine as he realized what Virgil had said.
"You think she's a ghost?"
"No. Ah don't reckon that. But between us...there's somethin' powerful about her."
Bishop turned around sharply to face off against his opponent.
"Ready, Virgil?"
"Yee haw."
Bishop unfastened the chain and let a few pounds of it drop to the ground around him.
"Anytime you're ready Josh...you can Oversoul that thing into your headphones...jeans...whatever."
"I haven't stopped yet." Josh's tone was depressing at best, but it hinted at something he knew that Bishop didn't. "The Wyrm IS the manifestation of my power and I can't stop it...not even when I'm sleeping." The thing took off in a dead sprint towards Bishop and Virgil.
It's powerful jaw separated wide, but however aerodynamically incorrect that gaping maw was, it didn't slow it down in the least. Flecks of gray saliva were flung out across the beast's neck and torso.
Bishop and Virgil exchanged a surprised look at how fast that nightmare was closing in on them.
"Virgil! Into the chain!" The Wyrm was pouncing down on top of them as Bishop finished the last consanent.
While the metal was still flexing and changing under Bishop's hands, he flung a short section of it around in a half circle. It cracked against The Wyrm's lower jaw and caused the beast to fall just short of it's intended victim.
But it's goal was a singular one and it never stopped moving for the prize. The Wyrm rotated it's neck sideways on the way down and pushed off hard against the sand with it's powerful back legs...it was going to tear out his throat.
Bishop pumped both of his fists out in front of him on either side of The Wyrm's head. The length of metal from hand to hand scraped and hit against teeth and muscle. It kept those teeth from clamping down on their real target, but it didn't stop The Wyrm from knocking Bishop back about eight feet when he impacted into him.
It was bigger than him...stronger than him...and now it had the upper hand of pinning him down into the sand. Bishop's hands were struggling against keeping the jaw's o' death away from his neck. He was kicking hard against it's underbelly, but he was pretty sure that was just making it mad.
He quickly realized that it would sooner or later start using it's large front claws on his soft, fleshy arms. He only had one chance at this.
The Wyrm had finally realized that it's teeth weren't going to make it through the metal. It pulled back a little and shifted it's weight to the right side. As it pulled up it's left front claw, Bishop kicked off of the ground, slamming his weight into the creature's right side.
It fell over with a hiss of displeasure. It flailed a little, trying to regain balance while Bishop rolled up onto his feet.
Virgil already had the long part of the metal rope spinning in the air like a lasso....Bishop had but to use it.
"Entangle!" He slung the loop down on the creatures muzzle, it snapped tight and caused spirals to begin running back up the length of the metal rope. Each spiral in turn twisted and came back down, catching a different appendage of The Wyrm each time until it couldn't move anymore.
The thing whimpered like a hurt dog as it lay there upside down in the sand.
Angry, Bishop turned his attention to Josh. He was pretty sure there was enough metal rope here for the boy too.
"Hee Yah!" The unused length of metal rope stretched out across the distance, catching Josh's leg and instantly snapping tight around it. Bishop pulled hard, bringing Josh down. He then continued to pull in the rope dragging Josh across the sand.
"Ow! He would've stopped...he wouldn't have bit down! Stop! My leg!" Josh's cries were pathetic to Bishop as he brought the teen closer with every pull...things had gone bad and Bishop was going to teach Josh a lesson for it.
"BISHOP!"
He stopped when he heard Aimee's shout.
I'm going to stop here...and I suppose I'll write one more with this group and move on!
Bishop approached them with caution, but he was pretty sure they were harmless.
"Josh. Why are you wearing a black-hoodie in the middle of the desert?" Bishop circled the teenager and his guardian, The Wyrm.
"Why do you care?"
"Rar."
Bishop didn't expect much more from Josh or The Wyrm for an answer. He sighed and dipped his calloused hand into his leather satchel. After rummaging around he pulled out two bottled-waters and tossed them at Josh.
"Drink up, and then I can see what you two are made of...where's your sister at?"
"Did Bishop ask me something?" She was less than a foot away from him. Surprised and confused, Bishop looked like a drunken line-dancer as he twisted his neck and quickly took some steps away from her.
Bishop's eyes locked on hers. She wasn't there before. She wasn't anywhere before! As close as he was to her, he should've at least smelled her hair. How did she hide in plain sight?
"Aimee...what did you do?"
"Bishop wants to know what I do?" she cocked her head to the side and gave him "the look" again.
"Dang it! Fine. Don't tell me. Josh, are you ready to fight?"
In response, an empty water-bottle bounced off the back of Bishop's left shoulder.
"Very well then." Bishop took off his satchel and threw it on the ground in front of Aimee. He started walking away from her and Josh. The fingers on his right hand slid across the rust and metal of the chain strapped to his belt. With a "pop", Virgil appeared next to Bishop wearing stereotypical cowboy attire.
"Got no prints..." Virgil whispered to Bishop but kept looking forward as they walked.
"What?"
"Ah said the gal ain't got no footprints in the sand...just you, the kid, and the ugly." A chill went down Bishop's spine as he realized what Virgil had said.
"You think she's a ghost?"
"No. Ah don't reckon that. But between us...there's somethin' powerful about her."
Bishop turned around sharply to face off against his opponent.
"Ready, Virgil?"
"Yee haw."
Bishop unfastened the chain and let a few pounds of it drop to the ground around him.
"Anytime you're ready Josh...you can Oversoul that thing into your headphones...jeans...whatever."
"I haven't stopped yet." Josh's tone was depressing at best, but it hinted at something he knew that Bishop didn't. "The Wyrm IS the manifestation of my power and I can't stop it...not even when I'm sleeping." The thing took off in a dead sprint towards Bishop and Virgil.
It's powerful jaw separated wide, but however aerodynamically incorrect that gaping maw was, it didn't slow it down in the least. Flecks of gray saliva were flung out across the beast's neck and torso.
Bishop and Virgil exchanged a surprised look at how fast that nightmare was closing in on them.
"Virgil! Into the chain!" The Wyrm was pouncing down on top of them as Bishop finished the last consanent.
While the metal was still flexing and changing under Bishop's hands, he flung a short section of it around in a half circle. It cracked against The Wyrm's lower jaw and caused the beast to fall just short of it's intended victim.
But it's goal was a singular one and it never stopped moving for the prize. The Wyrm rotated it's neck sideways on the way down and pushed off hard against the sand with it's powerful back legs...it was going to tear out his throat.
Bishop pumped both of his fists out in front of him on either side of The Wyrm's head. The length of metal from hand to hand scraped and hit against teeth and muscle. It kept those teeth from clamping down on their real target, but it didn't stop The Wyrm from knocking Bishop back about eight feet when he impacted into him.
It was bigger than him...stronger than him...and now it had the upper hand of pinning him down into the sand. Bishop's hands were struggling against keeping the jaw's o' death away from his neck. He was kicking hard against it's underbelly, but he was pretty sure that was just making it mad.
He quickly realized that it would sooner or later start using it's large front claws on his soft, fleshy arms. He only had one chance at this.
The Wyrm had finally realized that it's teeth weren't going to make it through the metal. It pulled back a little and shifted it's weight to the right side. As it pulled up it's left front claw, Bishop kicked off of the ground, slamming his weight into the creature's right side.
It fell over with a hiss of displeasure. It flailed a little, trying to regain balance while Bishop rolled up onto his feet.
Virgil already had the long part of the metal rope spinning in the air like a lasso....Bishop had but to use it.
"Entangle!" He slung the loop down on the creatures muzzle, it snapped tight and caused spirals to begin running back up the length of the metal rope. Each spiral in turn twisted and came back down, catching a different appendage of The Wyrm each time until it couldn't move anymore.
The thing whimpered like a hurt dog as it lay there upside down in the sand.
Angry, Bishop turned his attention to Josh. He was pretty sure there was enough metal rope here for the boy too.
"Hee Yah!" The unused length of metal rope stretched out across the distance, catching Josh's leg and instantly snapping tight around it. Bishop pulled hard, bringing Josh down. He then continued to pull in the rope dragging Josh across the sand.
"Ow! He would've stopped...he wouldn't have bit down! Stop! My leg!" Josh's cries were pathetic to Bishop as he brought the teen closer with every pull...things had gone bad and Bishop was going to teach Josh a lesson for it.
"BISHOP!"
He stopped when he heard Aimee's shout.
I'm going to stop here...and I suppose I'll write one more with this group and move on!
