Whatever Hawk felt, tonight was going to be far out of the ordinary. It was about to be one of the worst in his life. The old warrior could probably write a book... View More
Bermuda Triangle
Chapter 2 Part 2, Hawk
Whatever Hawk felt, tonight was going to be far out of the ordinary. It was about to be one of the worst in his life. The old warrior could probably write a book about all of his harrowing close encounters, and this would be one of the chapters.
The day he veered into the Bermuda Triangle, where waves collide.
Seafoam didn't make a sound as she prowled atop the thatched roof, and her weight did not displace the sturdy weaving. Each step of her hooves, though firm and secure, hadn't alerted or anypony to her trespass. Nopony the wiser of her even passing by...
Pointed, tuft blue ears noted every hoofstep, every sigh, the little scratching of quill on parchment from inside the little house Hawk called his sanctuary tonight. Though he'd be aghast to learn his uninvited guest didn't need her hearing to locate him. Just being in vicinity of each other brought her gut to roil. A mix of disgust and contempt, before the mission she'd commit her life to. Yes she could sense his presence, and know for certain he was alone in that little house, just one perk of being a vampire.
Using a little focus she could even make out his form. He lay on the floor like some heathen who didn't understand a chair, and wrote little stories and half-baked ideas to a dusty paper. He surely was quite miserable all alone. How's about giving him a little company before the drapes are drawn...
With the blink of an eye, The Huntress was gone.
Inside, where the red pegasus thought he was alone, a strong itch blitzed through his right eye, demanding his attention. Something familiar drew near, a presence he hasn't felt in some weeks.
"Good evening, my dearest David." A melodious mare's voice greeted from the shadows, her voice so exotic and soft that he wouldn't recognize the speaker for who she was. Maybe even the chilling use of his unadulterated birth name.
"But you look a little lonely, I think. Too lonely. You need all that weight taken off your shoulders." The voice sighed in a soothing tone, her sound emanating from all around.
The burning in his concealed eye wouldn't go away, because something sinister was at work here.
Hawk tried to ignore the itching at first, though it became more incessant by the second as he halted. He couldn't describe it, or whether it just was a him thing, though he was sure he felt that he worry about something imminent. The sound of a voice, however, took his mind off of his eye. As it sh... View MoreHawk tried to ignore the itching at first, though it became more incessant by the second as he halted. He couldn't describe it, or whether it just was a him thing, though he was sure he felt that he worry about something imminent. The sound of a voice, however, took his mind off of his eye. As it shook him with such a startle, that he felt as if his skeleton left his body, then his soul left that. He landed on all fours, though more pissed off that he jumped like that, instead of immediately into a combative pose that he *now* is in.
That anger faded just as quickly as it came, for one word uttered from that unseen mouth stopped him in his tracks. It was like magic, a single word to halt. Did..Was that my..? he thought, his eye now darting everywhere, first the easy to spot places, then to the ceiling and other spaces as he began to proceed toward the front of the house. There should be nobody alive who knows that name..
He reached a thought to his mind; Demons, it had to be something like hellhounds all over again. More thoughts ran through his mind, questioning whether or not they can cross realms, but stopped once realizing that's how they could hunt him to begin with. "Get out of my head!" he shouted as he raised his right hoof to scratch his eye, turning around back to the room that which he just left and look out the window for anything suspicious.
"he-heyyy!" he called out hoarsly, his voice raspy and weak, unable to yell as loud as he wanted now. Again he would try to muster out speech. He didn't care about his diminishing vision, the sight of a younger and an older Seafoam, each seemingly their own entities..clones? He thought, no not clone... View More"he-heyyy!" he called out hoarsly, his voice raspy and weak, unable to yell as loud as he wanted now. Again he would try to muster out speech. He didn't care about his diminishing vision, the sight of a younger and an older Seafoam, each seemingly their own entities..clones? He thought, no not clones. He remembers well what she said, something about this world's Seafoam, he swore to himself that he heard right.
Questions that were quickly put aside, believing that this was going to be his last sight. He would have smiled to himself at this moment, at the mere thought of two mares fighting for or over him, were it not that had forgotten how to. He rolled over to his back, to stare at the night sky one last time, uttering some prayers under his breath as he brought his weapon to his chest, switching it to a reverse grip to hold it like a fallen warrior would for his casket.
He wasn't sure if he could say anything loud enough for anypony to hear, but he had to try anything to help that younger Seafoam; the one that might just be the one that he'd met before, unlike this...other one that came out of nowhere unprovoked. "Take my weapon..." he struggled to say, hoping it would reach the right ears. "Take Staem..may she serve you as well as she did me.." he coughed out.
His prayers were finished and he closed his eyes to rest a bit, he felt tired, sleep yes. Sleep is what he wanted now, hearing the struggle just ahead of him as he moved his foreleg holding the weapon to the side.
He didn't know if it worked, he wasn't even sure he'd be able to open his eyes again. But if he could give one last 'fuck you' to his enemy, he'd take that shot no hesitation. If that really was Seafoam fighting...herself, then a small part of him, like an ember still lingering on after the fire has... View MoreHe didn't know if it worked, he wasn't even sure he'd be able to open his eyes again. But if he could give one last 'fuck you' to his enemy, he'd take that shot no hesitation. If that really was Seafoam fighting...herself, then a small part of him, like an ember still lingering on after the fire has been extinguished, held onto a hope that his Seafoam would win the fight.
His seafoam, no that's a thought he wanted to not be his final thought, while he drifted off and everything just seemed to go away for him.
Chapter 2
Part 2, Hawk