Tragic Fate Looking So Clear

The fog was thick around her feet, the headstones shrouded in mists. The night was cool and glowed with an eerie light from the full moon. Her heartbeat raced in fear as she ran, dodging headstones as she went. She could hear the snarls of her pursuer behind her, driving her to run faster. Her long heavy dress was a hindrance in her sprint, her mask slipping and obscuring her view. Stumbling around headstones she yelped in fear more than pain as she felt a snap of jaws narrowly missing her ankle. With the adrenaline running through her veins, she forced herself to run as fast as her tired legs could carry her. Panic set in as her foot caught on a sunken headstone, causing her to fall and land heavily on her outstretched arms. Moving through the pain she wiggled till she was on her back, crawling backwards for all she was worth. She shrieked in fear as the animal's jaws clamped on the thick heavy fabric of

The annoying ticking of the clock was amplified to the point that Kinsley felt it was assaulting the inside of her skull. She stared at the offending timepiece on her office wall and contemplated how much effort it would take to chuck her resin pyramid paperweight at it to silence it once and for all. Deciding it would be too much effort and too much noise, she got up with a huff and made the short walk to the coffee bar in the open office.She poured herself a cup of the liquid gold into her favourite and cooky-looking mug, something that was straight out of Alice in Wonderland's tea party and added her creamer and sugar before taking a slow sip, savouring its warmth and the little jolt of happiness it gave her. The slamming of the back door and the loud resounding swear made her jolt and slop a bit on her blouse, sighing as it burned her skin slightly. She thanked her lucky stars she had the good sense t

“Liam I need you to go downstairs, back shelf, third one down, the yellow glass jar sealed with black wax and a honeycomb label, I need you to bring it to me, with white and black candles. My athame and my pestle and mortar as well. Now.” Weaver snapped as they took Sawyer’s belt off once more and cinched it around his upper arm, swearing as the black veins had spread up to his neck and close to his heart. They ripped Sawyer's shirt off completely and gestured to Kinsley to come closer.“You have some healing abilities. I need you to send a pulse through his arms and tell me what it’s attacking in a medical way. I will send a pulse and look at what the magic is going after.” Kinsley nodded and focused on her brother, putting both of her hands out and letting her magic build before letting the light blue light flow over his wounds, her eyes closed as she focused. At the s

Verendus stood and looked out the glass of his office window, the skyscraper providing the perfect view of the entire city laid before him. His building was the tallest in the city and he coveted his view, especially the vantage point it provided him. He knew every inch of this city, after all, he owned it, ran it from the shadows. The place he had dominion over. Nothing in this city happened that he didn’t know about. He was after all owner and creator of Blackthorne Security Solutions, the world's largest paramilitary organization.  The BSS provided all the security services, technology and equipment for the city. He provided the police department with equipment, weapons, body armour and everything else they needed through legitimate government contracts. Military contracts as well. The BSS was the most prosperous company of its kind. As the owner Verendus knew everything that happened within its w

After the meeting, Kinsley raced back to the office to see if Sawyer was awake so she could share the good news with him. She was excited about this chance and it would mean big things for the agency. Kinsley was always proud of the work The Anderson Agency of Preternatural Investigations did, but in a lot of cases, it was after a crime had already been committed by a preternatural entity. Things like kidnapping, murder, sometimes just assault or break-ins, but the damage was already done when the Agency got involved. So in partnering with Blackthorne Security Solutions the hope was that people would be a little safe, abductions, break-ins, and murders by a preternatural entity might not be so common. The agency had its fair share of ‘easy’ jobs as well.  Mediating disputes between the preternatural and the mundane, tracking down rogue shifters, especially those who have committed crimes against the