The Receiver vs The Darkman (Part 2) (325 hits)
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Submitted by MyTeeOne <My_Tee_One.at.hotmail.com> (View user info) at 2006-09-27 11:49:39 EDT
Part 1: http://www.ubersite.com/m/93617
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"Do you believe in God, Derrick," said Smitty, Derrick's old master and dear friend.
"Of course Sensei," replied little Derrick.
"Good. And you believe that God created everything, right?"
"Yes sir."
"Excellent. Now then, you know from Science class that heat gets transferred, right? When you hold a cool object in you hand, the object warms up. That is a transfer of energy," explained Smitty.
"Like when I feel other peoples emotions, it's the transfer of the energy?" asked little Derrick.
"Exactly!" replied Smitty happily. "I'm glad to see you've been paying attention." Smitty winked at his young pupil. He was proud of Derrick. Derrick was a good student, loyal at heart, and honest in nature. "Having empathy is relating you emotions to someone else's emotions. Being an Empath is different though. Being an Empath means LITERALLY feeling their emotions. Now, we've already covered how to deal with that and how to use it for the greater good. You know how to focus, how to interpet your emotions versus theirs, and how to manipulate their emotions if the situation calls for it."
"Yes sir," said little Derrick again, now sitting cross legged in front of his friend.
"Well, it has other side effects too. Sometimes, because you feel emotions, you'll be aware of all energy. Spirits have energy and you'll see them. They'll talk to you. There is much you need to learn about this and them," continued Smitty. "Because you'll use your abilities to help others, one spirit in particular will take notice of you. One thing you must learn is to be able to defend yourself from him."
"How will I do that, Sensei?" asked the boy.
"You'll use the flow. When God created the world, energy was transferred from him to us. His energy is all around us. It flows through the air, the trees, me and you."
"Kind of like the force?" asked little Derrick.
"Kind of, but it's a flow," replied the teacher. "If you can harness the flow, you can use the flow. That makes you more than an Empath. It makes you a warlock," finished Smitty.
"I thought warlocks were bad master," said the child.
"Warlocks are people, and people can choose what they want to be and how they want to be for that matter. Now, pay attention Derrick. This may just save your life one day."
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The Darkman SAW Kelly. He didn't glance at her, he didn't notice her, he SAW Kelly and that meant one thing. Kelly was in danger. Soon, in a matter of seconds, he would attack the girl. Not her body, but her mind. He would use his power to suck the hope out of her heart and replace it with fear, and the reason out of her head and replace it with confusion, leaving her in a physical hell. Without hope and reason, what else is there?
Slowly the Darkman gathered his will and channeled a link between him and the girl. She stood there, eyes wide, with a new definition of terror forming in her head. The image she saw across from her was that of nightmares. The creature (man? Oh God, that can't be a man!) was little more that a shadow with a hood covering his face, and thank God for that. She had an image in her head of how horribly hideous the creature was and she did not want to find out if it was a true image or not. She was shaking uncontrollably from fear and the cold and her heart raced at a mile per minute.
In a low tone, barely audible, the creature began to laugh. The laugh grew and grew until it became almost a sick growl. She was ready to surrender. She didn't believe she would live through this night and she was becoming OK with that. After the events of the past hour, she didn't know if she would ever be the same. She opened her arms to surrender.
The Darkman felt victory at hand and relished in it. This was the purpose of his existence and tonight he was doing well. Soon, he would feed.
Or so he thought.
When the Darkman saw Kelly, he turned all of his attention toward her. He was lusting after her energy, her innocence, her sweetness, her warmth. His focus became her and only her. That is where he made his error. The Darkman forgot to pay attention to Derrick.
Derrick had gathered his will.
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Derrick saw the link the beast had formed with the girl. It was too late to stop the link from being formed, but he could break it. He had been trained to break it. He harnessed energy from the flow, charging himself much like a battery. He focused the energy into a ball in his right hand and threw it like a knife at the Darkman's head. It found its' mark.
The Darkman fell back, his black bony shadow hands grabbing at his head. As he did this, he lost focus on the link between he and Kelly and it broke. Kelly, free of his control, screamed. As he struggled, Derrick grabbed her wrist and pulled her towards the door.
"We've got to move. Stay with me kiddo," yelled Derrick, heading for the door. His breathing was labored and fresh sweat stood on his brow.
"What was that thing?" Kelly exclaimed while following closely behind Derrick, who was still holding her wrist and dragging her out the door and down the hall towards the stairs.
"That was the Darkman. He's a... a ghost vampire sort of. He feeds off of positive emotions like you or Margaret," he said, now gasping.
Kelly had momentarily forgotten about the little (ghost) girl Derrick had absorbed. "Is she OK?" she asked.
"She will be, if we can get her away in time," he answered, now moving them down the stairs as quickly as he could.
"You don't look so good Derrick. Are you all right?" Kelly asked, regaining some of her composure.
"I will be. Carrying ghosts and throwing energy balls is just a bit draining, so if we can do the question and answer bit later, I'd appreciate it," he said sarcastically. "How much further to the basement?"
"Three more floors, but it's not a basement anymore. It's a car garage."
The Darkman appeared out of nowhere in front of Derrick on the second story landing of the dimly lit stairwell. Derrick didn't even sense him coming because his mind was focused on Kelly and Margaret. He ran right through the Darkman (Margaret screamed out in his head when he did) and the Darkman used his advantage. His dead claw like fingers wrapped around Kelly's throat.
Kelly tried to scream but she couldn't it; it was cut short in her throat. She tried to grab his wrists, but her hands sunk right through them. Once again, she gave up. She had no hope and was giving into panic. She watched Derrick's hands, now glowing blue, make contact with the Darkman's shoulder and rip him away from her body.
When the contact was broken, hope returned. She watched as Derrick and the Darkman danced around each other, exchanging punches like two bar brawlers in the street. For a moment Derrick's hand lost its' blueness and sank into the chest of the Darkman. Then she could see the blue through the Darkman when Derrick "turned it back on," and it started to spread through the Darkman's body. It looked like bolts of lightning were going through the Darkman and the scream he let out was deafening.
When Kelly opened her eyes again, he was gone. "Did you kill him?" she asked, hopeful.
"I wish I could. Lets keep moving."
He led them to the southwest corner of the car garage and into the storage locker units. It was humid down here and cobwebs filled the poorly lit hallway, lined on either side by the doors of wooden storage units. They reminded Kelly of cages.
Kelly saw the light in the corner and it almost blinded her. It hurt her eyes to look at it, but it was so beautiful. It was like starring into the sun, but softer.
"All right sweetie," said Derrick to Margaret. "This is where you get off." Derrick had knelt down and positioned his arms into a hug. Slowly the girl appeared with her arms still wrapped around his neck.
"Thank you," she said, letting him go. She turned and started to run toward the light. Derrick was drained. Twice tonight he had fought the Darkman, while carrying the little girl. Never in his life had he used so much of his will. He was exhausted.
Which explains why he didn't sense the Darkman for the second time tonight.
The Darkman appeared around the girl, a silhouette in front of the light. Margaret screamed out as he laughed. Kelly could see the girl trapped in his image and heard Derrick call out "Nooooo," but it seemed distant, like something from a dream. The little girl began to stretch. Her edges started to blacken, like paper in a fire. Suddenly, and without warning, she burst.
Kelly felt a small wave of cold hit her. Derrick, who was still kneeling in front of her, felt the energy wave hit full on. Derrick was "tuned in" and the blast had a much greater effect on him. Derrick flew back and when Kelly turned to look, he lay unconscious.
For the second time that evening, Kelly and the Darkman locked eyes. Derrick lay motionless behind her and Kelly somehow knew the Darkman was stronger now. He had fed.
"And I plan to feed again," responded the raspy voice to her thought.
User Reviews
Submitted by Jeanneee (user info) at 2006-09-28 12:37:55 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
You have a gift for telling an engaging story.
Submitted by Amontillado (user info) at 2006-09-27 15:19:32 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
looking forward to the next.
Submitted by Gingerly (user info) at 2006-09-27 14:53:40 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
Good, but:
"Do you believe in God, Derrick," said Smitty, Derrick's old master and dear friend.
... needs more question mark.