Face of Deception Pt. 2

She threw herself onto the man, battering him with the board of wood she held. The man grabbed her wrists tightly, and flung her like a rag doll into a wall. She fell limp as her head collided into the wall. The cloaked man approached her sinisterly, and suddenly sheathed his sickle. It was not feasible. He could not kill the poor woman. He had done enough to this family.

But… orders were orders, and they needed to be fulfilled. He reluctantly reached into his pack, and drew a small discus, with a small gun turret in the middle. The discus was pure metal, and bore a strange pattern of small golden rivets. He pulled the trigger, which was but a peculiar device that looked much like an ordinary light switch. Karen’s unconscious body jolted as the beam entered her chest. She was slain. The man could not stand what he had done. What Revwel had said was correct; he would live the rest of his life with guilt. The assassin was already feeling remorse. He brought himself to murder Karen and Revwel, but he could not go any further. He would not kill Eric.

The man quickly leapt out of the shattered windowpane, and made his way to an odd, futuristic aircraft that he had landed in their yard. However, he had locked it, triggering an invisibility action. The craft, this particular one the 3IS, contained a lock and unlock action that triggered the invisibility action as well. However, unlock would undo both the lock and the invisibility. The fiendish man lifted the roof of the craft, and leapt in. he grabbed a handle on the door, and closed it shut. He started up the craft, and the 3IS’s engine roared as combustion spurted unevenly out from the engine. His craft lifted above the ground, and sped off into the night.

*

home, their enormous hoses spurting out buckets of liquid to extinguish the menacing flame that nearly overtook the house. No matter what the men did, they could not put the fire out. There was a horrible commotion, as a draft of oddly warm air breezed by the firefighters, as if the flame was trickling down their backs. It was

not the flame from the house, but from an invisible aircraft’s ignition.

During all the commotion, none noticed an aircraft begin to appear out of thin air. The craft was almost jet black, and had two massive gun cannons below the nose, and an intricate control panel in front of the pilot’s seat. The copilot’s seat had a lever inside it that was blinking red, as if it had seen recent use. The entire control panel was blinking different colors, in fact, and there was a man in there. He had hair the color of ebony, with a small goatee at the tip of his chin. He looked serious, but not evil. He had heavy bags under his dark eyes, and a look of determination as he gazed at the blazing house. This man, Sir Gaskil, pulled the blinking lever near the copilot’s seat, and the roof lifted.

When the roof had opened completely, it made a loud clunking sound, signaling for Sir Gaskil to depart from his craft. He shut the roof, and locked it, triggering the invisibility mechanism. His intentions would not be of evil, for this man was solely against the assassin’s operations. Gaskil stealthily slipped past the firefighters, using their massive trucks for cover.