Haven stayed silent under his cold stare. Sitting amidst the dense grass at a hill just outside the city, a man thought through his plan; a plan to set the changes to his own hand, for they were inevitable. It was the dawning of a new day, a new hour, a new chance to get his questions answered. He breathed in slowly, forgetting everything for a moment, as peace of mind was more than necessary. Today was the day.
Getting up; the dense fell from his clothes. It was cold, yes it was. He shuddered, stroke back his hair, and began to walk towards the enormous city still breathing controlled. Looking up to the globe over the city he saw a part of its substance break off. It fell down gathering speed and eventually crashed into a worn-down building in the slumps of the city, not to far from the border. People screamed, but without emotion Gabriel returned his attention to the path before him; it didn't matter to him whatsoever. Or no, it was even 'worse'; he just didn't notice it. Agony, pain, distress, or whatever that would sadden or hurt another being didn't draw his attention. Couldn't draw his attention, for he was immune to it. It didn't exist in his world, only he did.
Only for a moment had the man named Gabriel reached the city gates, or the guards ran off. Screams of battle from close had drawn their attention. They reached the battle as Gabriel passed through the gate unseen, but they soon returned unpleased. Gabriel wondered why the battle suddenly stopped. Might've been an evolved person that stopped the quarreling JTD and SOL footsoldiers, he didn't know, and he couldn't go to investigate. He had his own plan to execute. For it was today they he would kill him: the president and headman of the Aristocrates. Ha, yes, with the president gone the one force keeping peace within the city would be gone and a war would be inevitable.
All wheels had been set into motion, all conditions which were needed are here now. The perfect time to execute the first part of his plan: With Death Comes Crisis.
Getting up; the dense fell from his clothes. It was cold, yes it was. He shuddered, stroke back his hair, and began to walk towards the enormous city still breathing controlled. Looking up to the globe over the city he saw a part of its substance break off. It fell down gathering speed and eventually crashed into a worn-down building in the slumps of the city, not to far from the border. People screamed, but without emotion Gabriel returned his attention to the path before him; it didn't matter to him whatsoever. Or no, it was even 'worse'; he just didn't notice it. Agony, pain, distress, or whatever that would sadden or hurt another being didn't draw his attention. Couldn't draw his attention, for he was immune to it. It didn't exist in his world, only he did.
Only for a moment had the man named Gabriel reached the city gates, or the guards ran off. Screams of battle from close had drawn their attention. They reached the battle as Gabriel passed through the gate unseen, but they soon returned unpleased. Gabriel wondered why the battle suddenly stopped. Might've been an evolved person that stopped the quarreling JTD and SOL footsoldiers, he didn't know, and he couldn't go to investigate. He had his own plan to execute. For it was today they he would kill him: the president and headman of the Aristocrates. Ha, yes, with the president gone the one force keeping peace within the city would be gone and a war would be inevitable.
All wheels had been set into motion, all conditions which were needed are here now. The perfect time to execute the first part of his plan: With Death Comes Crisis.
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