Contributor: SpaceBrown

The mysterious form stood in Simon's room for a moment longer. Its gaze fixed on the street below the broken window. The seeker watched until Simon was completely out of sight. The doorknob to Simon's attic room rattled and turned. The door opened.


“Simon? What in the world are you up to?” Ben thundered. “Do you know what time it is? Enough with the shouting and throwing things!” Ben stopped as he noticed the broken window and the robed figure. “Who are you?” He asked meekly. The seeker held up his hand, palm facing outward. Ben started toward the seeker, but it abruptly closed its hand into a fist. Ben choked and grasped at his heart as he fell to the floor writhing. The seeker stood and watched for a moment before opening his fist. Ben took a loud gasp of air and lay still on the floor for a minute. The seeker made a gesture and Ben stood weakly. The mysterious figure pointed out the door and Ben immediately turned to face it. With a dismissive wave of the seeker's hand, Ben trotted out the door and back to his own room. The seeker glanced around the room one last time before retreating into the shadows in the room's far corner.


The next instant, the black-robed messenger was gone.