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Dec 31, 2019 21:55:08 GMT -6
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Kealey jumped at the contact when the shop boy snagged the sleeve of her shirt. Turning startled eyes towards him, she stared at him, then down at the hand on her sleeve. The man looked composed, cool, and almost deadpan. Kealey could feel what he was really feeling though, and there was an undercurrent of disgust running under everything else. It made her suddenly self conscious; she’d heard things about people in New York City. She was drawing conclusions though, she couldn’t really tell why he was feeling disgusted, for all she knew it was disgust at the creature they were following. Then he spoke and her eyes narrowed slightly in suspicion. What if he was one of those zealots?
“I can’t do anything if that’s what you’re asking.” Considering how uncomfortable this man was with the situation they were in, pulling some of the proverbial punches was probably a good idea. Kealey reminded herself of another confession she’d have to make later for the little white lie she was about to tell, but this guy didn’t need to know that she could also enhance the emotions of the people she felt.
“All I’ve ever been able to do is feel what other people are feeling. That’s why I asked you if you were scared earlier. I felt…I feel a lot of different things from you, but fear isn’t one. Determination, bravado….disgust, a million other things I can hardly begin to sort out on top of everything else I’m feeling. I’m surprised at the lack of fear though...I'm terrified."
Kealey paused for a moment, studying the man in the church with her, then she continued, "That’s also how I’m finding him. I can feel everyone…I felt all the horror, the pain, his thrill and glee, we scared him back there…somehow. I just wish I knew how. Well...except for the coffee...sorry about that by the way.”
She’d been talking as they walked and they found themselves at the end of a corridor, a corridor with a locked door and the beast who had killed the nuns. It was kicking at the door, trying to free itself from the dead end it had backed itself into. Then it looked at her.
Kealey gasped and stopped dead in her tracks. The malice was flowing off the creature in waves, as was aggression and rage...and the fear...the fear was still there. "Stop..." she said, then louder, "STOP" arm out to hopefully signal to the shop boy that he should stop too.
"He's really angry...." Kealey said, eyes not leaving the creature, and scared, she said, but she didn't enhance the fear anymore, a terrified wild animal was so much more dangerous than a sedate one. The problem was, there wasn't a single solitary feeling that she could grasp.
"Now what?"
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Oct 24, 2008 15:11:55 GMT -6
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