Note: This is just an excerpt of a story I'm working on...about superheroes, obviously. At this point, the main character has learned that the woman he loves is actually a spy for some very nasty people.
"Why?" He struggled to his feet, still numb from the punch.
"I knew you'd ask that," she spat, "I knew you'd want the truth. Poor Sulayman, always searching for honesty and truth." Her mocking tone elicited a scowl and a grunt of anger as he struck the ground with his left hand, hard.
His telekinetic gift merged with his pyrokinetic curse and turned the ground beneath him into slag. Dust and soot sprayed upwards and pelted codename Osprey and obscured her vision. She stretched out her wings to their full wingspan, 20 feet on each side, from wing tips to shoulder pinions, and shot like a lockheed into the sky.
She immediately realized her mistake.
With a cry, codename Ankh hurled himself into her, pinning one wing with his left hand and knocking the wind out of her with his forearm. She gasped for a second, but only a second. Then she spun and tried to use vertigo to shake him loose. He squeezed his left hand tight around her pinfeathers. Flame erupted and she screamed. She went into a power dive, looking for any body of water. She settled on a rooftop pool. Ankh dove away from her. She struck the water, hard.
She was out for a few minutes. In that time, he'd managed to wrap iron bars around her wings and her feet. He'd left her hands free, because he knew what very few didn't. She used her feet very much like a bird uses its talons. Her hands were not atrophied, but they were useless to her. Appendages with no purpose.
"Why," Sulayman asked again, "did you betray me?"
She looked up at him, grimly, through dark locks of hair.
"Because I could. Because it was easy."
He seemed ready to cry, poor thing. Was he going to execute her?
He stared at her for a moment and then turned away.
"If I see you again," he said, as much to himself as to her "I'll kill you." There was a displacement of air around his feet, and he rose into the sky.
Since when could he fly? She shook off the thought and wondered how she'd get free, as he spun around a green and silver tinted building and out of her line of sight.
"Why?" He struggled to his feet, still numb from the punch.
"I knew you'd ask that," she spat, "I knew you'd want the truth. Poor Sulayman, always searching for honesty and truth." Her mocking tone elicited a scowl and a grunt of anger as he struck the ground with his left hand, hard.
His telekinetic gift merged with his pyrokinetic curse and turned the ground beneath him into slag. Dust and soot sprayed upwards and pelted codename Osprey and obscured her vision. She stretched out her wings to their full wingspan, 20 feet on each side, from wing tips to shoulder pinions, and shot like a lockheed into the sky.
She immediately realized her mistake.
With a cry, codename Ankh hurled himself into her, pinning one wing with his left hand and knocking the wind out of her with his forearm. She gasped for a second, but only a second. Then she spun and tried to use vertigo to shake him loose. He squeezed his left hand tight around her pinfeathers. Flame erupted and she screamed. She went into a power dive, looking for any body of water. She settled on a rooftop pool. Ankh dove away from her. She struck the water, hard.
She was out for a few minutes. In that time, he'd managed to wrap iron bars around her wings and her feet. He'd left her hands free, because he knew what very few didn't. She used her feet very much like a bird uses its talons. Her hands were not atrophied, but they were useless to her. Appendages with no purpose.
"Why," Sulayman asked again, "did you betray me?"
She looked up at him, grimly, through dark locks of hair.
"Because I could. Because it was easy."
He seemed ready to cry, poor thing. Was he going to execute her?
He stared at her for a moment and then turned away.
"If I see you again," he said, as much to himself as to her "I'll kill you." There was a displacement of air around his feet, and he rose into the sky.
Since when could he fly? She shook off the thought and wondered how she'd get free, as he spun around a green and silver tinted building and out of her line of sight.
salome:
You are absolutely right. Your code of ethics / common sense has served you well. Thank you for your kind words.