“I hate it when i’m too late.”
Drake chided himself as he released his concentration on the glowing shaft of psychic energy emanating from his hand, causing it to fade away..
The flickering fluorescent lights in the dilapidated apartment entryway intensified the gore and carnage that lay at his feet. The rent and bloody corpses of a young man and woman decorated the walls and floor in crimson.
Drake kicked the artist of the couple demise. The massive waxy skinned monstrosity shuddered. Drake reflexively crouched and blue fire like energy flared from his eyes as he prepared for the corpse to rise up. The corpse returned to lying still. Drake,now content the emanation was properly defeated, waited for it to dissolve back to the energy and emotion that it had composed itself of. Drake watched as the thing dissipated, studying his foe. Its naked warped body a despicable mockery of hatred and fear. This being like all emanations that were born in the realm of Earth’s collected consciousness grew outside of physical reality, collectively known as the Anibus. From Anibus, these entities born of thought watched the physical world and fed off of humanities emotions, until they grew strong enough to manifest a corporeal form. Then wreaked havoc on Earth treating humans as a never ending food source. Reveling in the high of unfiltered direct sustenance from the source of all emotion.
“Hurry up you bastard. I really don't need to be caught in the middle of your mess. I wish i hadn't been so distracted. I would have felt you much sooner and may have been able to save at least one of these poor souls.”
Within moments the emanation finally dissolved back to its state of pure mental energy, leaving no trace of its physical existence. Except for the remains of its meal.
Drake leaned over the couple's remains and solemnly whispered, “may your energy quickly travel to its place of rest. I am truly sorry could not have done more for you.”
Drake turned towards the entrance of the gore splattered entryway. He pulled the hood of his jacket over his head and walked into the night filled streets. He walked into the alley that ran along the building. He stopped halfway and closed his eyes. He focused his consciousness on the center of his thoughts, until he reached a point of heightened clarity. He then sent his soul out of his body and into the all enveloping realm of Anibus. Existing in both worlds at once he raised both sets of his hands, the astral and the material, in front of his selves. IN mirror like unison extended his arms outward. In the wake of his hands a tear in the fabric of reality spread. He stared at himself and welcomed his soul home. Once again his full self he stepped through the rift and entered the Anibus. The glowing rift sealed itself shut behind Drake revealing no sign of his passage from Earth.
From a rooftop a cross the street Agent Moore put down his camera.
“Damn it not another Traveller. This will make my life so much more difficult.” He sat down on the rooftop and reached into his backpack, and pulled out his laptop. He connected his camera and began uploading his documentation of Drake’s fight with the emanation and his opening of the rift. He clicked on an icon and opened a video feed. The logo of the Office of Psionic Affairs filled the screen. It was replaced with the tired face of an older gentleman in a tidy black suit and tie.
“Agent Moore what can I do for you. You are aware of the time, aren't you.”
“Thank you for answering Director Stoke, I know it's late. I just uploaded photos of another Psion illegally using his abilities to the database. I would not have normal called you, but this one is a Traveller.”
The look of frustration and fatigue faded from the Director’s face, replaced with intrigue and excitement.
“Were you able to get a picture of him traveling?”
Unable to hide the pride from his voice, “Yes Director I was.”
“Fantastic son. You have done the O.P.A. proud. Now go home and rest. I will contact you when we have finished going through the photos and running this Psion through the system.”
“Thank you Director.”
The window closed on the laptop and Agent Moore packed up his belongings. He stood on the roof top staring at the spot where he watched the rift appear. He lit a cigarette and let his mind wander. Agent Moore smirked to himself as he fantasised about he could make this aberration of humanity pay for his crimes.