[ He heard the ominous 'click' of disconnection, leaving him tangled in the proverbial den of the lions once again. Left to dwell on intangible inconsistencies of purpose was not exactly his idea of promising beginnings. Yet, it left an opening for something more . . . Something that exerted a careful influence in the form of a meshed mentality--a distortion in imagery inside his head. Tiny flashes, each one smaller than the last...Of crimson and suffocating darkness.
A hand clutched at his chest, disturbing the medallion enough to cause it to become dislodged from the space between his clerical collar and the button-down front of his vest. A low vibration hummed through the air rather abruptly, each step that brought Anderson closer making it sing louder.
He drew himself up into a sitting position, forcing limp legs to brace against dirt and dead leaves until he leaned against the base of a great oak, a shimmer of light breaking through the interlacing canopy above.
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Date: 2009-12-03 06:16 am (UTC)A hand clutched at his chest, disturbing the medallion enough to cause it to become dislodged from the space between his clerical collar and the button-down front of his vest. A low vibration hummed through the air rather abruptly, each step that brought Anderson closer making it sing louder.
He drew himself up into a sitting position, forcing limp legs to brace against dirt and dead leaves until he leaned against the base of a great oak, a shimmer of light breaking through the interlacing canopy above.
Anderson would find him. He had faith. ]