The Book Of Anonymous Chapter 17: Chapter 14: Night Mass

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It's funny how making odd noises can get you into strange situations sometimes. - Eric San His gaze quickly darted across the room, searching thoroughly. Near the bed, the strange figure moved again; the thread near the bed had not snapped, and neither had the paper he had carefully prepared. All those didn't matter because the intruder wasn't avoiding traps; they were avoiding attention. His theory was correct; this attacker is nearly invincible in an unobserved state. He made a note of his only chances of survival tonight: if he doesn't lose sight of the figure, he might survive; if he does, it moves. The shadow moving means certain death for him. When he blinks, which he was sure he would do very soon, he would be very much dead. This ability is too overpowered! The room fell into complete silence, well, not really complete silence, the pipes still cranked, the steam clock ticked, counting down his last seconds. This was probably the longest minute of his life. The silence didn't come from his surroundings, but rather from somewhere else deep beneath his bones. He did not move an inch; that was rule number one: do not panic. His fingers tightened slightly around the pocket watch, feeling the faint residual warmth of the usually cold metal. Three minutes anchored, one chance. His gaze drifted again slowly, deliberately across the room, the bed, the desk, the window. Nothing. The dim light he had prepared to hold an advantage against the mysterious intruder was actually working against him. Sshhk The sound of something sharp stabbed straight into the dummy he had made of himself in the bed. The noise quickly drew his attention to the formless shadow above the bed that suddenly locked eyes with him, staring in confusion at his figure on the side of the wall he was hiding behind. The figure that had no normal shape or form quietly started to adjust under his eyes. It was fully covered, dressed in tight fighting clothes. As he raised his head to look at the intruder's face, the figure suddenly dashed across the room, purposefully kicking up a piece of paper to his field of vision. In that sudden moment of distraction, the figure disappeared from his field of vision. "Shit!" He moved slowly as his eyes darted across the room, maintaining his position with his back against the wall. As much as most of his preparations were mostly ineffective against this intruder, the spot he chose was actually a good counter against this strange mandate. Felix's head spun as he began to assemble some sort of a plan. He needed a way to cage this ability; the figure was roaming senselessly around the room, trying to mess with his perception. There were too many corners for him to be able to track the figure with utmost certainty. The ticking on the walls grew louder as he darted around the room, following the figure Creak! The floorboard near his bed dipped as his eyes involuntarily snapped to it; the figure was not there; it was too fast . He heard another sound from. behind?. Above — His head jerked upward, and for a moment, he saw the figure silently watching him. His breath suddenly caught, and in that moment, it began to descend. He moved immediately without thinking, stepping forward and forcing his gaze to lock onto it completely. "I see you." The figure stopped mid-motion at his words, blurring through the air and dashing towards another corner. His eyes blurred as he forced himself to think of a quick plan. An idea came to his head as he looked at the window, what a much better plan than another observer? He stood there contemplating as he gripped the pocket watch. His choice. Was he to lose the position with completely no blind spots and lose the gridlock he had with the intruder or take a risk and go for the window? He could dare count on the first one, once he blinks, which he knew he would, the intruder would be there to finish him with a much prepared blow His eyes flicked to the window again, the dark glass glistened against the dim