| The promised end in a promising way |
[02 Sep 2005|12:28pm] |
When Tyler was finally able to open his eyes, he immediately wished he could close them and be somewhere else. What he found himself looking made small shivers run up and down the back of his spine. Micah sat only a few feet from him, hovering about two and a half feet off the ground, by Ty’s best estimation. Straining his arms to move, Tyler proved to himself what he had already suspected; his arms were securely fastened to a stalactite that hung from the roof of the mine. He couldn’t feel any ropes or means of bondage wrapped around his wrists, but in dealing with an entity like this conventional means of constriction were not so necessary.
Micah didn’t seem to take any notice of Ty’s return to the realm of the conscious and wakeful. His eyes were completely white, and his lips moved quickly, reciting some unheard incantation that Tyler knew he should be glad he couldn’t hear. On one hand, he was grateful to still be alive. On the other hand, things weren’t really looking like they were going anywhere in his favor. Taking a few moments to remember Micah’s explanation of his treachery towards the demon hunter, Tyler began to get more than a little pissed off.
“Hey, shithead. I just realized how much trouble you’ve gone through to put boobs on me. You’re one sick mother fucker, ain’t ya,” he said out loud, eyes narrowing as he stared the floating man. Micah, for his part, just grinned as if he couldn’t care less what his captive had to say about him. He was about to get what he had been obsessing over since he had lost her. Rachael would soon be here in place of Tyler.
“Come now, you don’t really want those to be your last words, do you?” Micah’s tone was gleeful, almost to the point of giddy. He uncrossed his legs, and soon was standing on the ground in front of Tyler. He reached out, and smeared some clear substance across Ty’s forehead, and continued in his incantations. Ty noticed his skin was starting to itch, first only a bit on his arms, but growing out until it felt like his skin was completely on fire. He couldn’t repress the screams that were coming out of his mouth as his body began to shake uncontrollably. Tyler had always thought that when his end finally came, he would be caught up with thoughts of what he was leaving behind. But instead, he closed his eyes, screamed and just waited for the excruciating pain to end.
Somewhere in the back of his mind, it registered to him that he felt something bump into his chest, bounce off and land on the ground below. But that recognition didn’t come until he felt his arms being released and his body dropping down to the hard floor of the mineshaft. Whatever had bounced off him, Tyler landed on top of it. His first thought was that Micah was throwing large stones at him…he thought he remembered that from the Old Testament. But the thought most pressing to him was the fact that all the pain had simply ceased. His skin, which had only moments ago felt like it was ablaze, now had reverted back to normal.
As Tyler picked himself up, his eyes looked down at the rock he had landed on. Suddenly, a sick, yet relieving, realization came to him. It wasn’t a rock he was looking at…it was Micah’s head. Tyler jumped up, and pulled some industrial light sticks from the inside of his jacket, glad that Micah hadn’t taken them when he took Ty’s weapons. His eyes were shocked to see that Micah’s head had indeed been severed from his body, which lay only a few feet away. Tyler looked around for some sort of explanation, but there was nothing…no one. “Hello?” he called, only to have silence returned. Tyler only knew that Micah was dead, and that the angel’s sword and sheath were lying at his side. Ty picked it up quickly, fastening it to his own belt. He extended the blade a few inches, just to make sure it would come out. Hopefully, it would protect him if he ran into any more trouble.
But more than anything, he wanted to get out and find Star as quickly as he could. So he crawled through the shafts, and ran as fast as his legs would carry him back to his truck. Spinning the tires, he fled back to Searchlight, to see how long he had been gone, and where his girlfriend might be.
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