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magic_fratboy “It’s gonna come, Tommy…the moment you stop being who you were.”
That moment was now, in the noxious jet pits that served as eyes in the face of the man before him. All he did was turn a corner, and there he was, pallid ad threatening with his very presence. Tommy wasn’t even sure how he recognized the other man as a harbinger of the Darkness, only that some basic primal sense in him was screaming the danger. Some part of him knew, recognized that evil.
“I know who I am.” He called out, hoping his voice didn’t shake too much. “I…I know who you are.”
And are you afraid, Brother?
The man’s lips never moved, and neither did he. The words filled the air like the scent of tar, thick and choking. A chill wind slid down his spine, and the bringer was before him instead of at the other end of the alley.
His arm moved deadly quick…a sweep, a slice, and Tommy knew he was bleeding. Those pits stayed locked with his, his body free from pain…
“You’ll die, then, and it won’t be easy. You’ll stop being human and become something more.”
Tommy fell to his knees slowly. He had no control, not when it all belonged to the man before him. But the man wasn’t there…he wasn’t a man, he was a shadow.
It was all shadow, everything he knew and loved. He had no mother or father, he came from the void he stared into. The abyss filled him…he’d never known a soul, not a woman’s touch or the warm clasp of a friend’s handshake. Everything was nothing, everything was gone.
He was alone. He’d always been alone.
Tommy shut his eyes, but those pits were still in his vision, in his soul. He was cold…no human touch would ever return to warm him. He was going to die, and no breath would be wasted in weeping for him.
He was afraid…he was all alone, and he was afraid.
It’s not so hard. Let it in…breathe deep, breathe strong. It’ll be all right, Brother.
His throat was closing. His world was dimming.
“The time is coming when you come into your power, bub. It’s the first and last thing you’ll ever surrender to, because when you accept it? You’ll be one of us…a member of the Fraternity. You’ll be a Brother.”
He was alone, afraid, and freezing, dying in the street…
…and so he brought the light.
Tommy lifted his hand far more easily than he thought was possible…how could there be strength left in him? Strength enough to move, to fight, to snap his fingers and call a flame to life in his outstretched palm? Basic magic, baby steps…now they had to save his life.
The heat of the flame warmed his fingers. Magic fanned the embers inside as he pored all his concentration into making the flame bigger…drawing back his arm, throwing it into the night and praying that he hit something.
A scream tore the night. The world came rushing back into his spirit.
Collapsing, Tommy worked his will with hardly a thought…healing his wounds, fueling the flame…and finding some refuge against the night that had tried to claim him as just one more victim.
“The day is coming when you’ll stop being who you were, and become who you’re supposed to be, Tommy boy…when the human dies and the hero is born. The day is coming, and you won’t know it until it’s already too late.”
Muse: Tommy Karras
Fandom: Original Character
Words: 590
That moment was now, in the noxious jet pits that served as eyes in the face of the man before him. All he did was turn a corner, and there he was, pallid ad threatening with his very presence. Tommy wasn’t even sure how he recognized the other man as a harbinger of the Darkness, only that some basic primal sense in him was screaming the danger. Some part of him knew, recognized that evil.
“I know who I am.” He called out, hoping his voice didn’t shake too much. “I…I know who you are.”
And are you afraid, Brother?
The man’s lips never moved, and neither did he. The words filled the air like the scent of tar, thick and choking. A chill wind slid down his spine, and the bringer was before him instead of at the other end of the alley.
His arm moved deadly quick…a sweep, a slice, and Tommy knew he was bleeding. Those pits stayed locked with his, his body free from pain…
“You’ll die, then, and it won’t be easy. You’ll stop being human and become something more.”
Tommy fell to his knees slowly. He had no control, not when it all belonged to the man before him. But the man wasn’t there…he wasn’t a man, he was a shadow.
It was all shadow, everything he knew and loved. He had no mother or father, he came from the void he stared into. The abyss filled him…he’d never known a soul, not a woman’s touch or the warm clasp of a friend’s handshake. Everything was nothing, everything was gone.
He was alone. He’d always been alone.
Tommy shut his eyes, but those pits were still in his vision, in his soul. He was cold…no human touch would ever return to warm him. He was going to die, and no breath would be wasted in weeping for him.
He was afraid…he was all alone, and he was afraid.
It’s not so hard. Let it in…breathe deep, breathe strong. It’ll be all right, Brother.
His throat was closing. His world was dimming.
“The time is coming when you come into your power, bub. It’s the first and last thing you’ll ever surrender to, because when you accept it? You’ll be one of us…a member of the Fraternity. You’ll be a Brother.”
He was alone, afraid, and freezing, dying in the street…
…and so he brought the light.
Tommy lifted his hand far more easily than he thought was possible…how could there be strength left in him? Strength enough to move, to fight, to snap his fingers and call a flame to life in his outstretched palm? Basic magic, baby steps…now they had to save his life.
The heat of the flame warmed his fingers. Magic fanned the embers inside as he pored all his concentration into making the flame bigger…drawing back his arm, throwing it into the night and praying that he hit something.
A scream tore the night. The world came rushing back into his spirit.
Collapsing, Tommy worked his will with hardly a thought…healing his wounds, fueling the flame…and finding some refuge against the night that had tried to claim him as just one more victim.
“The day is coming when you’ll stop being who you were, and become who you’re supposed to be, Tommy boy…when the human dies and the hero is born. The day is coming, and you won’t know it until it’s already too late.”
Muse: Tommy Karras
Fandom: Original Character
Words: 590
