Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5824038-20150415205542/@comment-5824038-20150906120037

''Where... where is he...? Meledran thought. Can't... can't see him...''

He could feel the bullet in his ribcage, could feel the broken bones shifting as he moved. He closed his eyes. And he hummed to himself.

The room took shape in his mind. Hazy shapes showed the pipes, and next to him millions of strands of energy resonated about Sander Lafayette's form. But further away, there was somthing else... another presence... hiding away, in the shadows. Ah. There he was.

He knew exactly where Gascoigne was now. Without thinking particularly hard about what he was doing, Meledran raised the pistol - bone bullet in the chamber - and fired.