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it from here.”
Xin
looked at him and smiled. Viktor guessed at what Xin’s smirk was meant to
convey.
What
you gonna’ do ‘bout this now, huh?
Viktor,
stone-faced, turned his attention back to his wife. Xin, the girls, Darksmith –
they all backed up into the forest. Viktor raised his hand. He felt the
commonplace strain of the power raging within him as he attempted to release
the curtailed amount he needed to save his wife from falling into the ravine.
Viktor
was no novice when it came to sorcery, though he still struggled with
controlling the craft he had gained through heredity, a power that was unique
to his family. He braced himself for the impact of the feeling of breaching the
dam of a mighty river that had had many years to build. Controlling a flow of
energy so intense could prove deadly for any being.
Viktor
raised his arm, extending it forward and mentally blocking out the loud whir and
earth-tremor made by the helicopter above. He opened his hand and closed his
fingers as though holding a hard ball.
The
power inside him was in his grasp to control. Slowly, he attempted to tap into
his wife’s energy, her ‘non-physical essence’ in order to draw a connection
between her and his power.
The
feeling startled him.
A
barrier ?
He
stared at his wife Audrianna backing over the cliff. There was no time…he tried
again, reaching with his hand. He felt a slow burning in his hand- an unusual
sensation. Viktor looked at his hand and it was on fire, burning from the
inside out with an uncommon white flame.
He
rushed to his wife. Audrianna fell off the cliff, and seconds later Viktor saw
Lincoln falling right behind her. Viktor rushed forward and looked over the
side of the bluff. He did not see them.
The
ravine was pitch black and Lincoln thought it was sheer luck that he had
managed to hook Audrianna securely with one arm and grab a protruding branch
with the other. They were surrounded by forest, and it was too dark to see how many
feet were left before they would hit the ground; or stream, for that matter.
Lincoln
felt the branch he held onto bend, then crack, under the pressure of their
combined weight. His hand slipped on the wet, thin bark, which bit into his
hand, breaking the skin. He steeled his courage to brace for the fall before he
willingly let go of the branch.
Lincoln
jumped, hugging Audrianna to him, his hand cupping the back of her head. He
fell seventy-five feet and landed squarely on dry ground. His bionic legs
strained with the impact, his knees bent and almost buckled withstanding the
velocity of the intense fall. His feet smashed the earth with a loud ‘wham.’
The earth was cracked.
Lincoln
attempted to straighten out his artificial limbs. The fall had knocked the wind
from his lungs. He had never put such an unequal burden on his bionic limbs. His
knee cranked up like an oversized, rusty rivet being was forced to turn on
command. The effect was polarizing- his will to move was fighting against his legs’
need to remain still and recoup their equilibrium. Lincoln pushed on his legs,
forcing himself to walk forward, slowly.
Two
feet, three feet, four feet later, he started to walk normally, with Audrianna
unconscious in his arms. Lincoln made his way out of the dark ravine, following
the path beside the stream to a gravel roadway. Hailing a local taxi in the
form of a Toyota Corolla, he paid the taxi driver extra fare to take him off
route to the local hospital.
CHAPTER 9
“Mmmm,”
Audrianna moaned. She opened her eyes, looked up, and smiled. Then, as the
face before her became more focused, she stilled.
Audrianna
stared into the mockingly loving eyes of Lincoln Huntington, her secretary.
“Audrianna,”
he whispered softly, hugging her hands gently. He sat in a chair right beside
her bed; their faces were inches apart.
“Yes,”
Audrianna breathed, turning to her side to face him better.
He
stared deep into her eyes. Squeezing her hands
Xin
looked at him and smiled. Viktor guessed at what Xin’s smirk was meant to
convey.
What
you gonna’ do ‘bout this now, huh?
Viktor,
stone-faced, turned his attention back to his wife. Xin, the girls, Darksmith –
they all backed up into the forest. Viktor raised his hand. He felt the
commonplace strain of the power raging within him as he attempted to release
the curtailed amount he needed to save his wife from falling into the ravine.
Viktor
was no novice when it came to sorcery, though he still struggled with
controlling the craft he had gained through heredity, a power that was unique
to his family. He braced himself for the impact of the feeling of breaching the
dam of a mighty river that had had many years to build. Controlling a flow of
energy so intense could prove deadly for any being.
Viktor
raised his arm, extending it forward and mentally blocking out the loud whir and
earth-tremor made by the helicopter above. He opened his hand and closed his
fingers as though holding a hard ball.
The
power inside him was in his grasp to control. Slowly, he attempted to tap into
his wife’s energy, her ‘non-physical essence’ in order to draw a connection
between her and his power.
The
feeling startled him.
A
barrier ?
He
stared at his wife Audrianna backing over the cliff. There was no time…he tried
again, reaching with his hand. He felt a slow burning in his hand- an unusual
sensation. Viktor looked at his hand and it was on fire, burning from the
inside out with an uncommon white flame.
He
rushed to his wife. Audrianna fell off the cliff, and seconds later Viktor saw
Lincoln falling right behind her. Viktor rushed forward and looked over the
side of the bluff. He did not see them.
The
ravine was pitch black and Lincoln thought it was sheer luck that he had
managed to hook Audrianna securely with one arm and grab a protruding branch
with the other. They were surrounded by forest, and it was too dark to see how many
feet were left before they would hit the ground; or stream, for that matter.
Lincoln
felt the branch he held onto bend, then crack, under the pressure of their
combined weight. His hand slipped on the wet, thin bark, which bit into his
hand, breaking the skin. He steeled his courage to brace for the fall before he
willingly let go of the branch.
Lincoln
jumped, hugging Audrianna to him, his hand cupping the back of her head. He
fell seventy-five feet and landed squarely on dry ground. His bionic legs
strained with the impact, his knees bent and almost buckled withstanding the
velocity of the intense fall. His feet smashed the earth with a loud ‘wham.’
The earth was cracked.
Lincoln
attempted to straighten out his artificial limbs. The fall had knocked the wind
from his lungs. He had never put such an unequal burden on his bionic limbs. His
knee cranked up like an oversized, rusty rivet being was forced to turn on
command. The effect was polarizing- his will to move was fighting against his legs’
need to remain still and recoup their equilibrium. Lincoln pushed on his legs,
forcing himself to walk forward, slowly.
Two
feet, three feet, four feet later, he started to walk normally, with Audrianna
unconscious in his arms. Lincoln made his way out of the dark ravine, following
the path beside the stream to a gravel roadway. Hailing a local taxi in the
form of a Toyota Corolla, he paid the taxi driver extra fare to take him off
route to the local hospital.
CHAPTER 9
“Mmmm,”
Audrianna moaned. She opened her eyes, looked up, and smiled. Then, as the
face before her became more focused, she stilled.
Audrianna
stared into the mockingly loving eyes of Lincoln Huntington, her secretary.
“Audrianna,”
he whispered softly, hugging her hands gently. He sat in a chair right beside
her bed; their faces were inches apart.
“Yes,”
Audrianna breathed, turning to her side to face him better.
He
stared deep into her eyes. Squeezing her hands
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