008 [A Hand in the Darkness]

[anoblesavage.livejournal.com]

[Leela could not see the graffiti. It went far beyond – far deeper – than sight. The words burned behind her eyelids, written on her very soul in an unseen hand. It was enough to chill even the most hardened of warriors. She imagined them scrawled on the walls of the Capitol or the rock outcrops of the Axis. Perhaps even on the handful of buildings that were scattered around the Plane.

It was all for her, though. She was sure of it. The message was for her.

Kill yourself, they wrote. Kill yourself.]

You may wish me dead, but you could wait for a thousand years and you will still be wishing in vain. I will die in battle, defending my allies, not by my own hand.

[Her lips curled into a derisive smirk. (She did not realise that she had left the Axis when she addressed the invisible artist. She did not realise that others could listen to her.)]

You seem to know so much about me, but you do not know that I am a warrior of the Sevateem. I am no coward. You ... you, who hides in the shadows and writes secret messages in the darkness, are lower than a coward. You are lower than a snake in the grass. I dream of the day when a blade will find your slime filled throat. If the world is kind, I will be the one to bury it there.

Comments

[grand-gaia.livejournal.com]

That kinda message, huh? Any ideas as to the senders?

[anoblesavage.livejournal.com]

I do know many people with the power to write a note beyond where the eyes can see. Perhaps it was the hands that control the Plane.

[grand-gaia.livejournal.com]

Hm. Maybe....Do you know if you're the only one who got a note?

[anoblesavage.livejournal.com]

I hope I was. I do not want the others here to be troubled by one. I must ask.

Do you know of any others?

[grand-gaia.livejournal.com]

No, I don't. Maybe we should ask around, and see if anyone else did, and if they did, if we can find a pattern.

[anoblesavage.livejournal.com]

Yes, that is good! That will help us!