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daioni	Feb 18 2009, 10:07 PM
Pro Posts: 492 Group: Moderator Member #10 Joined: May 29, 2007	Jack sat at the window, looking out at the rain that poured outside. This late at night, it was like looking out on a strange dull mirror, where the street lights caused an erie glow that shone through the gloom and somehow made the dark seemed darker then it really was. Usually, he didn't mind the rain, he had spent plenty of in the out doors, rain or shine, but even he wasn't going to step foot outside in this... *CRASH* The streets were suddenly lit a brilliant white like hot iron, leaving blind haze over his eyes as it his nightvision was temporily spoiled. The storm was enough that he doubted even a villian would venture out. Even the electric types would probably short circuit themselves in this torrent. The lights flicker off and on as the power surged. These were the worst times, one couldn't even watch tv due to the power surges. It was not that he didn't like the old store, it was a cool place, Ra had all sorts of interesting antiques from various periods of time. He was probably the oldest of them, but they usually didn't mention that. It was just that lately there had been... he didn't know exactly how to put it... a almost glass like feeling to the store, like there was a fragile edge to the air, walking on egg shells if you would. It was as if there was an energy building, and that all it would take was a careless shock to set off something. Even that didn't describe it properly. All Jack knew was that something was making his hair on the back of his neck prickle for no apparent reason. "Ray, heat out again?" he yelled, feeling a sudden chill as the temperature seemed to plummet. The shop owner didn't bother coming in. "It's fine in here, if your cold, you have a fur coat." The vents in the other room were steadily pumping warm air. Raymond himself was comfortable, undisturbed by the weither. A being of emense power(half the time at least) it took a lot to phase him. He commanded storms such as this, he had nothing to fear. A rattle caught his attention. It was not really loud, just a small vibration. He looked around his study, but nothing seemed a miss. The looked back at his work, as he was doing the weekly inventory. He heard the noise again, followed by a thud as suddenly one of the books on his shelf fell out from it place between two thick encyclopedias. He eyed it, almost as if annoyed, before getting up and walking over to it, picking it up and pushing it back into place. When he returned to his desk, he found something immediatly amiss. His inventory had vanished. This confused him momentarily, as he searched around the desk. The creak of his door caught his attention as it slid shut and clicked. "Jack?" he said, walking to the door and opening it. "What?" said Jack from across the room. Ra looked about. Was Caine about he wondered, he would be fast enough, Jack was fast but he had nothing on Caine who could move silently as well. "What?" repeated Jack, now wondering why Ray had a puzzled expression on his face. "Nothing" said Ra, returning to his study to look for his inventory. "What's up with him?" wondered Jack alloud, before turning back to the window... to the figure standing right by the window, staring through black drenched hair with cold dead eyes. Jack jumped in surprise, almost tripping up as he back away from the window. When he looked again he saw nothing, the figure had vanished. He moved close. looking as far the the sides as he could in case the figure had darted to the side. He saw no sign of movement, nor could he pick up a scent, definatly not in this weather. Maybe it was just the night. Or he had been watching to many horror movies. Maybe he should tell Ra about this, in their line of work just about anything was possible. He caught sight of somethig white, suddenly realizing that he could see his breath, the room had grown icy cold, there was even frost froming on the windows. He walked towards Ra's office, a sudden uneasy feeling settling somewhere at the base of his spine. As he did, he noticed the sound. No that was not right, it wasn't a sound, but a distinct lack of it. A sudden dead silence. For Jack this was very unstelling considering his hearing, usually he could detect the minute changes, but now, it was as if the back ground noise had suddenly stopped. With out that, it was as if the creak of the floorboards were amplified, and the short few steps to cross the room felt... erie. The sudden chime of the grandfather clock next to his startled him, and he let out a short sigh of relief as he realized the silence had passed. This was getting rediculous. "Ray," he said, walking to the door, more quickly this time.
	Before you criticize someone, you should walk a mile in their shoes. That way, when you criticize them, you're a mile away and you have their shoes.

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