Snippet #1702079

Mark scowled at Striker's musings on the creature. Manifestation, no, that was too hard to swallow. If they had brought it with them why wouldn't it have attacked them sooner.

The sudden interruption caused Mark to panic slightly. He pressed his ear to the wall as Striker did the same. There was something going on on the other side. Suddenly the impact sent him reeling backwards. The ringing in his ears was unbearable. Mark pressed his bandaged hands to his ears in an attempt to stop the ringing and stifle the beginnings of the headache that was blooming. The wall in front of him began to crack and pieces fell out allowing for small holes to see through. Mark shook his head, trying to clear the pain and ringing. It began to die down and the nausea began. Mark panted slightly fighting the bile in his throat. As things slowed to normal Mark and Striker peered into the holes. The was blood...so much blood. Mark backed away from the wall, the colour draining from his face. "What..."

Looking at Striker, both monks broke into a run as they headed to the infirmary. Standing at the window the scene in front of him startled Mark more than anything in his life. The creature was there, standing in front of the girl but it didn't attack. It just stood there. "Why!" Mark's brain was screaming. The creature turned and simply walked away from the girl. Mark hissed between his teeth. "She is the key."

He and Striker ran into the room. "That thing, it didn't attack you. Why?" Mark's voice was quiet but harsh. He wanted answers. That thing was killing the brothers and not a hair on her head was touched. Mark felt that he had been right all along, this thing centred on the girl. Her presence brought the beginning of their doom.