Free Writing of this damn Specter story :D I will entitle this “Specter : The Ghost Walker” More after Pokemon!
Specter – The Silence
Silence. What is it? Is it a feeling one gets, or rather is it just the lack of sound. Though it feels like a sound itself. Silence bears power over multiple of the bodies senses yet it is always tied to the sense of hearing first. Why is that… A perplexing question that is.
A piano is a mind bending instrument. The declaration of it being a percussion instrument over a string instrument is weird concept by far. Yet subjugating string instruments into the string category instead of some form of percussion instrument, is dawdling over the true facts. This holds true to brass and wind instruments also. Beautiful sounds are produced, though the understanding of how, or why, or what the instrument creating the sound really is an enigma.
A miracle is an act of god. Yet why isn’t anything an act of god. It seems as if once a simple grasp on how something works or happens is acquired, this negates the notion that it is still magic or a miracle. Human knowledge often gets in the way of real thinking. The way the human body lives has long since been known, but the mystical force known as “Life” still is an unknown. The notion of truly understanding something is so far fetched that it becomes very possible. A feeble understanding of such said thing, yet still a complete understanding as far as humans would care to know.
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The landscape was silent and chilled. The wind whistled by smoothly bringing a melodic delight to the ears of anyone who felt it go by. The moon was a full circle, lighting the entire land. A frost blew from the mouth of a young boy onto a window pane as he had awoken this night from a sound he heard below him. A piano. He etched his name into the glass and felt the smooth wetness of the window roll onto his finger tips. “Luke.”
This room was no different from any other room within the building in which the boy resided in. A shadow of crosshatches where on the ground behind the boy yet there was no shadow of the boy. The wall paper of the room was a milky yellow with flowers, lilacs, raised across it. A single bed with all white linen lay upon the northeast corner of the room and a door to the direct west with a single brass door knob and a keyhole above it in the shape of an eagle’s wings. The boy was starring out the letter ‘L’ he had etched upon the window.
The silence was broken again by the sound of the note ‘G’ being played by a piano somewhere below the boy. The sound filled all gaps within the room so it would be impossible to miss, yet the boy could feel that the sound was coming from outside. The boy dressed in nothing but all white tethered garments decided it a good idea to venture outside in the dead of winter in Moscow, Russia. His purple shaded eyes glinted as he turned from the window to head to the door to search for the source which interrupted his silence.
He felt an omnipresence about himself as he walked the some 12 feet to the door. Feeling as though he was omniscient himself the boy slowed his pace as a shadow slid underneath his door. The boy stopped. There was no sound of who ever this was that the boy could pick up on though he knew his eyes were not the deceiving kind. A key was inserted into the lock and the creaking of the locks turning was heard unlocking the door.
The door flew open and light from a lantern filled the room. A large slender man was standing in the doorway eyeing the entire room looking for traces of the boy. The boy had simply vanished. There was no doubt in the boys mind that this man was not a man, not a human at all. The man was dressed in the darkest navy blue traveling cloak, navy blue slacks, navy blue dress shoes, as well as a navy blue top hat equipped with a slender teal feather on top. A navy briefcase ended his fashion fiasco. The man’s lilac colored eyes searched furiously before his mouth finally opened to speak words, yet no sounds were produced.
“Reading lips has their uses”, spoke Luke. Luke was still present in the room; he had not moved an inch, it just so happens that his skin does not take a happy partial towards any other light other than moon light. Thus within normal lighting conditions his skin turns invisible taking along anything physically touching him. The yellow light of the lantern had fallen directly upon him so at this point in time it was impossible for him to be seen unless if he wanted to be seen. Though this skill isn’t something he is able to easily turn on an off. He is something similar to an invisible man.
“Yes, short that lantern out if you wish to speak to me face to face Claudius.”
The man with the name of Claudius nodded his head reverently as he pulled the string which turned out the lantern. The room was again filled with moon light and Luke was again able to be seen. Claudius glided past Luke towards his bed where he promptly sat down on it and crossed his legs in a womanly fashion. He sat the briefcase onto his lap and opened it towards himself.
He mouthed these following words, “It seems that the higher ups do not wish for your life to be extended any longer Luke. Death will come swiftly for you by my hands.”
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