The Book Of Anonymous Chapter 11: Chapter 9: Bait

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But at my back I always hear Time's winged chariot hurrying near. - Andrew Marvell Felix swallowed; his breath was still ragged and slightly uneven after the run, counting down slowly as the monster-like man made his way towards him. Bang! Suddenly, the door to the scrapyard alley was kicked open. A single step, somewhere behind him, Felix turned instinctively to face the new figures. Three figures stood across the edge of the yards, wearing the usual royal constabulary uniform, but instead of the iron grey coats, they were doused in all black. Yes. Luckily, he had made the right call. When the inspector had searched his apartment earlier, he said he would report them to 'that' department, that is to say, 'that department' headquarters was likely somewhere in the city. The newspaper article also concluded the attack on the strange man was in downside district, so their headquarters was most likely somewhere around that area or at least close to it. He had also purposefully run out to the crowded area to attract any form of attention to attract the royal constabulary before heading into the scrap yard, just in case his deduction was wrong. What he had been doing before was stalling for time; he knew he stood no chance in outrunning whatever that monster was. "Shit! Wardens!" the man cursed, growling as he jumped onto the roof, trying to leap over the scrapyard gates. Felix's head snapped up at the word. His saviours were wardens. Wardens? The three figures stood leisurely at the edge of the yard. They looked at each other as one of them adjusted his hat. Another glanced briefly at Felix, then away, clearly uninterested, focusing solely on his gloves. The third looked only at the man in front of him pressing his hat over his face. "Confirmed," he said flatly. "Subject, level 1 beast is active." Felix frowned. Level 1? Like some kind of classification for the awakened? The man who was previously adjusting his gloves suddenly moved, only side-stepping slightly as he removed his gloves with slow precision. Felix blinked; he couldn't process it. He hadn't even seen the step. Then, the warden snapped his fingers, The air around stilled as the previous sounds from the area stilled, leaving a deathly silence following suit. Felix's breath caught halfway; he felt it immediately, not only in his ears, but in his chest. The air around him thickened as it weighed down on him, pressing a huge weight on his ribs, Pressure? Sound-based? No… that doesn't even.... . Regardless of what it was, he was really grateful he was not the current target of the attack. The beastly Mr Langley look-alike reacted almost immediately, lunging so fast that Felix could barely catch the motion. Unfortunately, the strange barrier of silence caught him before he could go any further, and then he slowed down, as he fell slowly to the ground, landing on all fours to catch his balance. His descent created a huge crack in the concrete, but it did not even make a single sound as he landed in slow motion. The warden, with his glove in his hand, stepped forward calmly, working towards the beastly man. The man pushed himself harder, trying to resist the barrier, his muscles tensing, veins rising and pulsing beneath his skin, which was cracking into tinier bits as he forced himself through the invisible pressure. The warden with the black hat pressing into his head sighed softly, looking at the man with the gloves, then casually remarking. "Don't drag it out" The gloved man didn't respond; he simply raised his hand and snapped again. This time, the effect was immediate; everything immediately stopped. Including the beastly man's body. which was now locked in place mid-motion, even Felix, who was farther away, could no longer bear the invisible pressure and immediately collapsed to the ground. The gloved warden stepped in close, placing two fingers lightly against the man's chest, a small, precise gesture. "Contained." Felix stared at the scene, his breath shallow as his