Face of Deception Pt. 2

Berkley, ca

1989

There was once a small portion of a neighborhood on the southern border of the university city of Berkley called Oakyard Court. It was a simple place, where normal resided. It was nothing exceeding the expected norm. People went about their normal business, no different than any other. They simply went to work, picked up groceries, and came home and had dinner, similar routine like all others in the United States. It was hardly a place to start a story in.

Oakyard Court was perfectly normal except for one select family: the Metsen’s. There was the father, Revwel Metsen, the Mother, Karen Metsen, and the son Eric Metsen. They hardly even seemed normal upon appearance. Revwel had long, tied-back blonde hair, and Karen had glamorous, sleek hair the color of auburn. This night would be especially tragic for the Metsen family. There was a strange, silver staff next to the young couple’s bed, but the strangest part was locked away in the attic. There was a rack of futuristic pistols; with electricity running through it like a simple circuit. There were also several different objects that were barely the size of a mere pocket watch.

A disaster would occur that night, one that would affect each Metsen, as well as the culprit who caused the disaster. It was a dark night, with rumbling clouds covering the night sky. As the rain began to fall, a dark figure approached the Metsen house. He was very stealthy, minding that his feet be silent. The figure had a large hood covering his head, and a large cloak draped around his body. His apparel was the blackest black, camouflaging with the night. He glanced upwards towards the Metsen’s window. When the last light flickered off, the man took it as some sort of cue. He stole into the darkness, and glanced upwards once more to Eric’s bedroom window. It was closed, and locked tightly, similar to the rest of the windows in the house.

The man drew a high-tech grapple hook-chain, and launched the beam from the object. The other end of the golden beam interlocked with the roof, pulling the cloaked man towards it. There was a loud hum of energy surging through the beam as it pulled the fiend towards the house. When he landed, he closely inspected the locked window. There had to be some way to get in without making noise. The man set his pack beside him, and knelt down. He began rummaging through his pack, looking at pockets with glowing pocketknives, strange discuses, and finally picking out a tightly winded bolas. The two metal spheres on the ends of the wire did not look like what one would see on a standard bolas.

The man flung the bolas towards the window. It hooked on, and the wire began beeping quietly. The beeping grew quicker, and quicker, and then it began beeping so rapidly that the two metal spheres imploded, shattering the window. Though it would seem that such an implosion would be extremely noisy, not even one with the best hearing could hear that; the explosion was completely silent. The figure made a solemn, mirthless chuckle, and leapt through the open window, making a graceful arch as he went.

Now inside the house, he would need to be even more silent. He drew a cylindrical object, and turned a small dial on the bottom. A blue beam slowly grew from the ridge of the object, and halted growth when the beam had formed the blade of a sickle.