A bit of Exploration

by Guest Tue Apr 07, 2009 4:27 pm

The night was cool this evening, different from the humid evening when he re-awoken, his eyes scan the emptied and abandoned railroad. And Reed is reminded the implication of thirty years - everything change and quickly as he continue to run without no hope of reaching. He inhales the smoke from the cigarette for a long moment before exhaling it out, blood pour into his system, feeling the addictive drug coursing through his vein.

And for a moment - he feels alive. Mortality beckoning in his hand likes sand in the wind.

Before it fades away - his control is conscious - he feels the awkwardness of forcing his system to live again. He stops after a while, tossing the small stump into the darkness, there was a reason why he came here - he had been coming here for a couple of nights. His eyes continue to scan into the darkness - his heighten senses piercing through the dark fog with the only source of light is the moon. Reed had killed the light from his bike - a while ago - to keep his movement in darkness. He was going to test his abilities - his mind, his strength and speed - his eyes opening to the empty sound of the place.

He tilts his head as to listen before hopping off his parked bike. His sense continues to scan the area - he was being too careful - he didn't want to find a mortal or anything else intruding his training. Quickly, Reed pushes blood into his limbs as he speed become faster, but not quite fast enough, following the abandoned railroad. He pauses for a moment before continuing – it felt like he was the victim instead of the monster – he hoped that he’ll continue feeling that way.

Again, he pushes the blood in his body to make himself move faster, but he needed to be careful of overusing the power. He mentally clicks the number of times he burned up a bit of his pool – he’ll probably have to feed afterward – only after he pushed himself to his satisfaction. He knew that he would have to feed and was expecting so – another reason – the resist his vice and passion. He had seen the fate of his Sire whom allowed her passion to rule her - a slight bitterness swell within his throat. He coughed it off when he became aware of it.

As he continued to run, his senses picked up something unusual, within a half of a second – he decided to investigate. His body moved with a grace of a predator that was hunting its prey – and yet there was no prey to be found. He paused as he reaches the foot of the thing that caught his eye – a small opening – like a cave or a mine. Reed peers within – only able to see a few feet within – the total darkness is too much for even his heighten sense. He pulls out a pack and lights a cigarette as he crawls into the dark hole – his eyes scanning his surrounding with himself telling the mantra that he’s the monster. Yet the beast swirled around in his cage – his complex emotions befuddling Reed as he continued to crawl in
the small passage.

If this place collapses – I could be burned alive. Reed thought. But then, I’m not totally alive either.

Soon, Reed fell as the passage end abruptly, he found himself in some old tunnels. The light of his cigarette faded away the moment it touched the murky water. Reed feels around his person to find his pack and lighter - which after a few moments – he does. He lights up the cigarette as the tunnel for a few moment before the darkness rushes to swallow the light. He marks the area where he enters – memorizing his steps – before he continues into the darkness.

In the quiet, Reed senses continued to hear every little things – a small of condense water, critters moving around, scuffling of cockroaches and other alien like noises – he keep his cool as he walk slowly in the tunnels. It took some time before he figured that these were old tunnels that were abandoned in lieu to the new Amtrak rail road that were built in the early sixties. Hmm… so these tunnels were part of the southern pacific railroad. Reed felt the release of subconscious tension that was following him the moment he entered that hole – he had to chuckle.

How easy to feel safe with a bit of information. His thought intruded in his mind. He brushed them away, he couldn’t be certain that he was alone in these tunnel, even though he didn’t find anything with his senses – physically or spiritually. His footsteps echoed in the tunnel as he clumsy walk in the near darkness, making himself winch each time, and forcing to make his steps quieter than before. Like I need to announce to anything that lives here my trespassing. He scolded himself.

He cleared his mind of any useless thoughts – he need to keep his guard up and see where these tunnels would lead toward – hopefully somewhere nice. He felt something splat on his forehead; he went to swipe it off with his arm, an awful smell cross his nose, he would’ve cough up a bit had he been mortal. That would probably be the next thing – take a bath once his little exploration was done – in this darkness it felt like forever. He wonders if that’s how it would be himself as his requiem continued. Too introspective. He commented. …I’m not a whiner.

Reed continued to follow the railroad until he made it to a cross section – a place where the tracks change from one another to other. He glances at the expanding opening as he saw a ladder for the exit – he quickly rushed up toward it and made his way up. Pushing the rusted handle to open the hatch, Reed make his way back to surface, he could tell the immediate different as the cool sweet air passes through his nostril – brushes some of foul smell from him.

Once out, he begins the walk toward his bike, before heading home. Something to tell the guys…perhaps.