Home free! There's a storm of startled honks from all quarters as you step on the gas and zoom into the opening with this
much to spare on either side. Fellow drivers watch gape-mouthed as you speed by the slow-mo truck in a dazzling maneuver that is sure to show up on Youtube by the evening. As you zoom away, you notice that all the truck's windows are tinted black - unusual but a lot less annoying than getting in your way.
You earn yourself all of a minute of relief before you hear a tremendous explosion somewhere in the distance. In your rear-view mirror you see a tsunami wave of silver vapor, crackling with blue lightning, sweep up the road towards you, swallowing cars and tossing them about like plastic toys. It engulfs your car and the world turns silvery-grey.
Mockingbird & Photon
"Okay, okay! I'll pick!" The mark exclaims in a panic, eyes fixed on the money he lost (which he's going to win back this round, of course). Gritting his teeth in grim determination, he closes his hand over the middle cup and, with a dramatic fluorish, yanks it into the air to reveal... nothing. Game over, thanks for playing! Kent pockets the money just as his shills make a run for it. In the excitement, one might be forgiven for failing to notice that his cell phone on vibrate had stopped ringing.
Keep the HP since there's no way you can fail. He has bystander stats and your accomplices almost certainly count for a circumstance bonus.
At that exact moment the four police officers come striding into the alleyway, see what's going on, and break into a run amidst cries of "Stop!" Behind them, unnoticed by anyone on the scene, and little more than a faceless passer-by to anyone's eyes, Mockingbird follows the cops just in time to see a second police cruiser park itself at the far end of the alley to trap Kent's accomplices in.
Suddenly there is an ear-shattering boom, like a bomb going off, and a storm of silver vapor rushes into the alley like a water from a tsunami, billowing over and around the police cruiser. Blue lightning crackles from it and strikes down the hapless people trapped in the narrow alley. There is no escape. It surges forward, knocking civilians and police alike to the ground, and swallows the two of you whole.
Stormbreaker & Silverbird
Whatever Jack's response is, it gets eaten by static before Emmy can hear it. A glance at her cell phone shows no bars. And judging by the young woman at the corner table engaging in a rant of legendary proportions, there is indeed "NO SIGNAL?!"
With the eye of a lawyer analyzing evidence she notes the television in a corner shows only static. "Hey, something wrong with your router?" Emmy hears someone call.
Half the customers within earshot, and a good number of passers-by, have turned to stare gape-mouthed at Mallory's epic outburst. But she's not the only one having trouble. Look up from the laptop, and she'd see that the other half are fussing with smartphones and laptops, throwing confused glances about. Look up a little more, and she would notice that the customers at the Starbucks opposite the bistro are doing the same too.
Without warning, a deafening blast shakes the city and sends everyone not seated stumbling. Screams and shouts of alarm ring out in the distance, from the road, and if you turn your heads to look you see a massive tidal wave of silver vapor roil towards you and engulf everything in its path: cars, shops, people. It glitters in the sun and flashes with blue lightning that illuminates it from within. In seconds it has swallowed the road, the cars, then the front of the Yellow Brick Row, and then the bistro, and then you both.
Some spark of intuition you can't explain tells you that the being understands you, but your promise of protection doesn't seem to calm it. Dreamily you think you know why: it's not worried for itself. It's worried... for others.
, the voice repeats. They They mEAn to use use it as a WeaPoN.
The greyish figure flickers, as it trying to stay whole against the force of some unseen wind. It trembles in mid-air, then dissipates like dust being blown off an old shelf.
In the distance, a great explosion shakes the hospital to its foundations. The two nurses stumble and fall. A photo frame slides off the bedside table and shatters. You hear screams from elsewhere in the hospital. And suddenly you are aware of the pain, the vast knot of pain
somewhere not far from here. There has always been suffering in the hospital, but this is different, this is on another scale entirely. People are bleeding and dying by the hundreds. You can feel them crying out for help, for salvation.
The lights go out and the only illumination in the room is your otherworldly aura. The dream grows even clearer, sharpens. You dream that you feel the rise and fall of your chest, smell the antiseptic smell of the hospital, hear the beating of your heart.
You dream... you dream that you are free.
You're no longer catatonic.