Act 9: Abstraction of an Unstable Canvas
I've grown to understand this city as one of constant color. The days are shrouded in a smog of apathy while the nights are lit up with a a glowing lustful haze with flashing wisps of violence... but the colors have changed in recent days. While the dulling of tones should signify a decrease of activity, the drawn out echoing sighs are a new sound to me and are inconsistent with what I see. The shadows flicker in front of me, but I feel no needles in the back of my neck. There are forces present in this city that have only just arrived, but they're beyond what I'm accustomed to. He's not one of them... I would know if he was... but if there is any connection, I will find it...
Morgan Everett was on the prowl in the noisy city tonight, as she was every night. The noise to any other would be a cacophonous din of audio pollution, but to Morgan, it painted a four dimensional encyclopedia of life and death and everything in between. Her senses were scrambled, intertwined and overlapping due to a most unique manifestation of a most peculiar condition.
"I'll be home in twenty minutes!..." Argued a man on a cellphone. "Honey... I told you about this case! I'm lucky I don't have to work all damn night!"
Morgan passed the man without so much as looking up or making eye contact, yet she saw where he had been, and it was not in his office as he had claimed to his wife on the phone. His words were slow and heavy, bubbling with an oil-like smoke. His shame hung as heavily as his words. He genuinely felt bad about his actions... but his face was a cold, unsatisfied grayish-blue.
Morgan continued walking, passing more people of no consequence, her various jumbled senses receiving no information that was relevant to her in the slightest, just normal, mundane human existences. She would be in the bad part of town soon. That was where most of the action was...
She stopped and grinned as she approached the river and one of its many bridges. She sensed a significant increase of both violent and fearful adrenaline in the area, a clear sign that a crime was being committed against a person, and that more than one perpetrator was involved. She also felt a pulse-like sensation, a faint wave travelling not outward from the site, but inward toward it, with a faint inversion flash like a negative of camera film.
"Stop it! Leave us alone!" Screamed a homeless woman as three armed teenagers with what would appear to be gang tattoos circled her and the crying child that clung to her.
"Don't worry!" Jeered one of the teenagers. "We're not gonna hurt you... as long as you give us what we want."
"We're not even interested in the kid," laughed another teen, holding out his baseball bat in the direction of the young girl. "But she can watch if she wants to."
Loud footsteps approached and the teenagers turned to see a young woman storming toward them.
"Hey alight! Someone else decided to join the party!" Exclaimed the leader of the group. He pulled out a handgun and began to raise it, intending only to intimidate the fast-approaching figure.
Morgan swung her arm upward.
There was a soft noise and a small flash of light and before the gang members knew what had happened, their leader was on the ground with a bullet wound in his head.
The teen with the bat looked on in shock, then turned back to the assailant. "YOU F***ING C***! YOU KILLED MY BROTHER!" He stepped forward and swung the bat laterally.
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ya right you are case the sunglasses have 3d so i can see right threw their clothes -ertyu
(about wearing sunglasses to stare at boobs without girls noticing)