Word Count: 6,149
Summary of Events:
Corbin went to a convenience store and pinched some snacks, as well as a wallet; unfortunately the wallet's owner noticed its absence immediately and there was a policeman fuelling up out front who took up pursuit immediately; he managed to evade the policeman before hearing a gunshot and spying a downed man who was dying, but pressed a little metal object into his hand and told him to guard it with his life. DaNiel affixed the last pieces to a teleportation platform he'd scrabbled together and tested that it worked with a square of toilet paper before waiting for the shift change of the guards so he could make his escape. A woman with a gun — whom Corbin suspected had killed the man who'd given him the metal object — chased Corbin into a residential neighbourhood where he found an abandoned house and hid under the sink by the back door while she searched the house for him, but to no avail; after she left the room Corbin crawled out of the cupboard and was startled by a glowing ring of light in the corner of the room . . .
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Suddenly the glow grew and brightened, filling the room with almost-blinding light; he scrambled back from the glow, running his shoulder hard into the narrow edge of the open door.
More suddenly than the glow had grown and brightened it dimmed and decreased until there was just the ring glowing, but more shocking and alarming than before was the fact that a full-grown man in blue-grey pyjamas with his hair sculpted into cornrows was now standing within the ring.
He wanted to scream like a little girl, but yet fear stole any sound from his throat — not that he wasn’t on the wrong side of puberty to be able to hit a glass-shattering note anyways — as he stared at the man before him who stood with his arms crossed over his chest like an Egyptian mummy.
Slowly the figure lowered his arms and opened his eyes; immediately the figure saw him and startled violently for a moment before stepping out of the ring and taking on a savage countenance.
“What are you doing here?” the figure swore through his teeth, which glowed from the light even though the light was behind him.
Quickly he shifted the door with his shoulder and crab-walked back from the figure.
“How did you find it?” the figure demanded.
“Find what?” he asked fearfully. “I didn’t find anything.”
“What do you call that?” the figure spat, throwing an arm behind him to the platform,
“I didn’t know it was there,” he replied. “I was just hiding from the killer lady who wants this.”
He opened his hand to reveal the bloodstained metal.
The figure’s countenance immediately changed as he looked at the shining object in his palm; he looked interested in it.
Suddenly the words of the assuredly now-dead man flashed into his mind: “Don’t show it to anyone.”
He snapped his hand shut and pulled it back against his chest.
“What is it?” the figure asked.
“I don’t know,” he whispered.
A creak sounded above them; she was still in the house.
“We need to run,” he whispered.
Alarm came over the figure’s face and he turned back to the glowing ring; there was a quiet, plastic click before the ring faded into darkness.
He hurried to his feet and watched as the figure reached for the knob.
“It’s locked,” he said.
The figure snapped the deadbolt open and then opened the door before surging outside and to the left.
He followed, discovering concrete stairs that carried him out of the little hole in the ground and up into a backyard that looked more like it’d been seeded to some sort of a grain crop than grass and hurried after the figure, who opened a gate in the fence he didn’t think he would’ve found and slipped through.
Quickly he followed after, wanting to chase the figure down and find out if it was human or some sort of a celestial spectre even though his body was thoroughly weary of all the running and just wanted to go home and go to bed already.
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