Psyren’s Redemption | Ch 1 Pt 2

Psyren's Redemption | Ch 1 Pt 1
Psyren's Redemption | Ch 1 Pt 3

AEGIS Agent Amelia Van den Broeke appears on scene to witness the wreckage caused by fight between individuals with extraordinary abilities. There she finds Everett Howard, an ordinary old man, unconscious, the only living witness to this attack. What follows will change both of their lives in ways neither could have ever foreseen and forever intertwine their fates.

Author's Note

The second part is here! Please be warned that the titular character and protagonist starts out as a particularly hateful and racist bigot, but needless to say he will be singing a different tune by the end of his ordeals.

I avoided using any overtly offensive terms or slurs, but Everett’s opinions are offensive in and of themselves. His views DO NOT reflect my own, so please don’t take them as so.


Official Report
February 15, 2016
Corner of 200 N Massachusetts Ave
New Hebron, California

Bright images stuttered, blurred and quavered. The night itself seemed to shake as Amelia felt her mind touch a presence so brilliant she almost lost her concentration. At the last moment, she gritted her teeth and steadied her breath. The vision solidified with one last brilliant flash before resolving itself into an image of the same street where they had found the old man and the ice sculpture.

She was looking upon past events, and as muddied as they were by the strange amber hue that addled her perceptions of those incidences witnessed through the lens of time, they often proved an invaluable tool to her work as an investigator. A slow repetitive intonation, which Amelia recognized as laughter, distorted by the vision, wafted through the air as the agent navigated through the debris. Sound, was often garbled and nearly always unintelligible altogether when Amelia was ‘viewing’, but she had used her abilities on such a regular basis that she was able to distinguish certain sounds with a fair amount of ease.

A figure, far taller than any human had the right to be, hung back in the shadows. Dozens of eye-shaped lights gave off just enough illumination to reveal the being’s hulking mass, but very little else. At first, Amelia jumped to the obvious conclusion, that this creature, or whatever it was, had caused the chaos and destruction of which she had witnessed the aftermath. When she, again, heard the distorted sound of laughter and turned to look upon the source she knew she had been wrong.

A second figure, this time an otherwise ordinary-looking man in an Aegis lab coat, sent out waves of destruction with a simple flick of his wrists as he hovered in the air above. A third person raced toward him, her form illuminated by a soft glow which seemed to radiate from her skin or perhaps even deeper. She came closer and Amelia could only shake her head as she slowly took in her features.

She was beautiful, but in a ethereal and elemental sort of way almost as if she were a force of nature itself. Her sea-green hair cascaded down her shoulders like waves crashing against an embankment of rocks and her eyes glowed like two sapphires cast into the most brilliant light. She moved with a fluid grace as if dancing to some silent tune and each step she took was so perfect it must surely have been choreographed.

A cold chill trickled down Amelia’s spine when the woman turned her body and she got her first good look at the woman’s shoulder and arm, which seemed to be made of ice. Her face was the perfect likeness of the ice sculpture from the crime scene and when Amelia could only come to one inescapable conclusion, the carving and the subject of her attention were one and the same.

Before the agent, could ruminate further, her feet lost purchase and she screamed out believing that she was falling, but as her arms and legs flailed about she realized that she was moving in the wrong direction. She zoomed above the wreckage at a dizzying speed before stopping in mid-air, and coming face to face with the visage of the hovering man.

Amelia had no tangible form within the visions and could not interact with anything she witnessed since she was an observer to events that had already passed. The people she saw were shadows of the true person imprinted upon an item that was present during those events, in this case Mr. Howard’s clothing, not living, breathing, thinking beings who were aware of anything besides the events they were playing out. There was certainly no way they could be aware of her presence, but as she looked into the man’s eyes she knew that this time it was different.

He held his hand out then closed it, drawing it in so that it was just a few inches away from his chest. Amelia floated toward him, gasping for breath as she felt her chest tighten. The amber-tinged cast of the vision faded away, replaced by the tones and colors of the real world and she squirmed in a futile effort to break free.

The man’s face contorted into a smile so tight that it gave him an inhuman, almost ghoulish, appearance, and when it was followed by a high-pitched shrieking laugh all Amelia could do was shudder as she drew closer to the man’s skeletal frame.

She caught movement out of the corner of her eyes, but couldn’t turn her head to get a good enough look. She suspected that it was the old man, but she had no way of knowing for sure.

“Have you been enjoying the show?”

He clenched his hand tighter and her chest constricted until she could barely draw in breath. His grin stretched even tighter and she turned away unable to gaze into those eyes. There was an intensity, a hatred, so deep, so overwhelming that it was far beyond any level of malevolence she would have never believed possible. She let out a scream, squirming in his invisible hold as sweat and tears cascaded down her face and from her pores.

“GET OUT!”

His voice was so loud that covering her ears did little to block out the sound. When he threw his hands out, the vision blinked out, and shattered with enough force to send Amelia hurtling across the empty street.

Psyren's Redemption | Ch 1 Pt 1
Psyren's Redemption | Ch 1 Pt 3

1 Response

  1. Interesting part 2. Very mysterious.

    Cheers
    Zapper

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