Dark Nights

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You have spent your entire life in a quiet little town living alone. You were abandoned as a baby, found on the streets by a man you refuse to call 'father'. Once you were old enough to look after yourself, you ran away, you found that it was never difficult to survive on your own. For some reason, you've managed to survive this long in the dangerous streets by relying solely on your instincts. You have some sort of innate ability to stop time, but you're not completely sure how it works.  
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You have spent your entire life in a quiet little town living in squalor. You were abandoned as a baby, found on the streets by a man you refuse to call your father. A belligerent drunkard that offered no love and no support. Once you were old enough to look after yourself, you ran away, finding that it wasn't as difficult as you had imagined to survive on your own. You've managed to survive this long in the dangerous streets by relying solely on your instincts. Furthermore, you have unexplained, unnatural abilities, which you aren't quite sure how to use.  
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One day child services manages to find you alone and decides to send you to a foster home. They're in the middle of giving you a physical when you hear a mechanical whine as a machine above falls off its hinges.  
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As you lay to rest on your cloak, you begin to hear whispers, they're faint at first, and then they gradually raise in volume, unintelligible, incoherent voices bouncing around your skull. And suddenly, you feel as though you're being watched. As quickly as they came, they leave. Despite this unusual occurance you can't help but close your eyes and sleep. It's been a long day.  
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"<b>THE WORLD!</b>"  
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You jolt awake as a boot savagely thumps your ribcage. You cry out, your eyes darting up to see a tall, two fancily robed men towering over you. The man to your left says, "it's him! The aura is faint, but it is there all the same." Right replies quietly, "you better be right, Brother. Frood forbid we repeat what happened last time." Then he bends to grab you with two hands, one on your throat and pins you against the wall. "Make it quick." Left withdraws his long, curved dagger. "Of course." You claw and pry  at the hands that hold you, but to no avail, he tightens his grip and your peripheral vision begins to fade. You can only watch as the other man raises the blade and stab you in the heart. You squeeze your eyes shut, anticipating it.
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Every color in the room suddenly becomes inverted. The machine suspended in the air by ghosts. Staring up in disbelief, you step off the stool and walk backwards until you are shoulder-to-shoulder with the doctor. A moment later you feel as though your brain has curled in on itself, like it's about to implode and so you release your power, and all colors become again their natural states, and the machine resumes its motion, crashing into the ground with a large bang.  
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Suddenly, the pressure on your neck disappears, you fall to the ground onto your knees grasping your neck as you gasp for air. A fog begins to seep into the alleyway.
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He wonders after much silent debate, shock and awe how you managed to disappear and appear next to him. You tell him about your ability, and he seems convinced, even though a real man of science should be skeptical. He informs you that you have an ability called '<i>The World'</i>. It means you are able to temporarily stop time. But perhaps your ability hasn't been developed to its full potential, which is why you can only do it for 4 seconds. The doctor, against all protocol does some digging, and he gets you into a home for the gifted.  
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You didn't know it possible until now, but you can feel a presence, a powerful entity. Your hairs stand on end and you feel the need to run from it. You look at the remains of the two men that tried to kill you, they've been cut into pieces, guts spilling everywhere, blood leaking to and into your malnourished legs. You look away, close your eyes and slow your breathing, panicking won't solve anything. Not here, not now.
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Bag over your shoulder, you arrive about midnight and the lights are off. It's eerily silent, and you don't like it.
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Appearing behind them a hooded figure stands engulfed in the fog. It's making strange motions with its hands, you can't help but stare, you watch as the hands stop, and at that moment an explosion occurs directly behind you, causing the ground you kneel upon to violently shake. The being makes a pushing motion with its hand and almost instantly, you are thrown backwards. You expect an impact with the wall, but instead you land with a thump on cold, damp grass. The air you have only just regained escapes your lungs and you wheeze weakly. You stare up at the stairs, wondering if you're dreaming. Moments pass before you come to the conclusion that you are not.  
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*[[Escape now and try to get home]]
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You push yourself onto your feet, but you feel a wave of vertigo, you stagger over to the nearest tree and press your weight against it, waiting for the nausea and dizziness to pass. You look down and feel relief as the earth gradually begins to stop swaying.
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*[[Ring the door bell]]
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*[[Just walk in]]
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You are more confused than you've ever felt. Where are you? What happened? You raise your head to see a building standing amongst the woodland. The exterior is lit by candles and decorated with flowers. You bumble your way towards it.
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[[Category:Dark Nights]]
[[Category:Dark Nights]]

Current revision as of 20:19, 30 November 2017

You have spent your entire life in a quiet little town living in squalor. You were abandoned as a baby, found on the streets by a man you refuse to call your father. A belligerent drunkard that offered no love and no support. Once you were old enough to look after yourself, you ran away, finding that it wasn't as difficult as you had imagined to survive on your own. You've managed to survive this long in the dangerous streets by relying solely on your instincts. Furthermore, you have unexplained, unnatural abilities, which you aren't quite sure how to use.

As you lay to rest on your cloak, you begin to hear whispers, they're faint at first, and then they gradually raise in volume, unintelligible, incoherent voices bouncing around your skull. And suddenly, you feel as though you're being watched. As quickly as they came, they leave. Despite this unusual occurance you can't help but close your eyes and sleep. It's been a long day.

You jolt awake as a boot savagely thumps your ribcage. You cry out, your eyes darting up to see a tall, two fancily robed men towering over you. The man to your left says, "it's him! The aura is faint, but it is there all the same." Right replies quietly, "you better be right, Brother. Frood forbid we repeat what happened last time." Then he bends to grab you with two hands, one on your throat and pins you against the wall. "Make it quick." Left withdraws his long, curved dagger. "Of course." You claw and pry at the hands that hold you, but to no avail, he tightens his grip and your peripheral vision begins to fade. You can only watch as the other man raises the blade and stab you in the heart. You squeeze your eyes shut, anticipating it.

Suddenly, the pressure on your neck disappears, you fall to the ground onto your knees grasping your neck as you gasp for air. A fog begins to seep into the alleyway.

You didn't know it possible until now, but you can feel a presence, a powerful entity. Your hairs stand on end and you feel the need to run from it. You look at the remains of the two men that tried to kill you, they've been cut into pieces, guts spilling everywhere, blood leaking to and into your malnourished legs. You look away, close your eyes and slow your breathing, panicking won't solve anything. Not here, not now.

Appearing behind them a hooded figure stands engulfed in the fog. It's making strange motions with its hands, you can't help but stare, you watch as the hands stop, and at that moment an explosion occurs directly behind you, causing the ground you kneel upon to violently shake. The being makes a pushing motion with its hand and almost instantly, you are thrown backwards. You expect an impact with the wall, but instead you land with a thump on cold, damp grass. The air you have only just regained escapes your lungs and you wheeze weakly. You stare up at the stairs, wondering if you're dreaming. Moments pass before you come to the conclusion that you are not.

You push yourself onto your feet, but you feel a wave of vertigo, you stagger over to the nearest tree and press your weight against it, waiting for the nausea and dizziness to pass. You look down and feel relief as the earth gradually begins to stop swaying.

You are more confused than you've ever felt. Where are you? What happened? You raise your head to see a building standing amongst the woodland. The exterior is lit by candles and decorated with flowers. You bumble your way towards it.



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