It had been almost two grueling hours of non stop training in the dark alleyway from some horror film which Thane desperately tried to create something from his mind into reality. Sweat driped from every pore staining the white shirt blue jeans. Only the head pounding brain splitting headache kept him distracted from the stench he was producing. He knew what he had been seeing for the past three days had been of his doing. He had no friends who would come over to mess with him, and his sister is ether at work eating at the table or with some new guy for the night. The only thing that added up was himself and some unique veritable.
TWO HOURS AGO
For those two hours Thane he has made three baseballs that looked like crazy lopsided rocks that would phase through his hand every time he reached for it. That ended with kicking a trash bin down the ally hitting a stay cat trying to flee from the projectiles path. Without a care in the world about the victim he tried making himself. With his previous attempt beging flawed beyond belief, he speculated what he made was not real or it had lacked substance to be real. Ether way he wanted to try running before learning to crawl. Calming his heart and mind with dim street lamps setting the scene and the gentle breeze bringing the bone chilling atmosphere the illusionist began.
Seeping up from the depths of the earth a shadow arose in a stream line filling in the invisible doppelgänger appearance to detail. Down on a single knee drenched the Illusionist continued even when every fiber demanded him to cease these foolish actions. The light battle the shadows to revile the doppelgänger physical form steping from the shadowy cast. It's first sight was that of a young man dying with a blood curdling screech piercing the silence of the night helpless on the ground. Crouching down in front of what seem to be his double, sliding a finger into the small puddle of blood it spoke softly. "Your arrogance, naivety, lust, superiority, and manipulative nature will be your down fall boy. Your intelligent, but that Is only part of the equation. One strike down only two more like this and your as good as dead." Slower then he had appeared as if created by a mist the wind swept him away with his final words ringing in the now half dead Thane.
PRESENT TIME
Desperately attempting to making it home without his legs trying to give in and fall off. Thane could only hear himself speak the words over and over again of the blurred figure that looked down on him. It almost angered him that he pasted out when he had finally made progress, but the energy to even think did not exist.
