Encounters With a Mythic: Three Degrees of Obsession

Chapter 1:

October 31st, 2321

Incoming text message recieved:

Chrysoar: "Yo, caveman. Report in."

Valmond: "Caveman? And I've already told you. I am not and will never be a part of your little army until I have found my brother. Do you have new information on that score?"

Chrysoar: "Well I did find you half starved inside a cave on a plain of torment. And really. When are you going to tell me why you were there? And for how long? I've seen skeletons with more meat on there bones."

Valmond: "You test my patients, boar. My reasons are just that. My own. Now answer my question?"

Chrysoar: "Nothing new about your brother. My men are still out searching. Now how about you answer my question? Where are you and how are you adjusting to the new times? Its been what, a few centuries since you've been on Earth? Surprised you know how to answer a text message. Figured you only knew how to send smoke signals."

Valmond: *Begins typing. Deletes message.*

Chrysoar: "Okay okay. I can feel your eerie menacing glare from here. Look. I'm messaging you as a warning. I told you about the splicers when I found you a week ago, now the threat level has increased. Some of my men claim they have seen an escalation of hunter activity during city patrols. I know you are trying to track your brothers last movement but don't forget to camouflage your own. These hunters aren't all pitchforks and hangings like you may remember."

Valmond: "Noted."

Valmond pocketed his phone and continued to stalked the streets. It was some where around nine in the morning and yet he already couldn't seem to shake the feeling of unease. And now with the warning from his acquaintance something about the way the crisp fall air brushed his cheeks and the thinning crowd of mortals on the streets riled his instincts to an anxious degree.

"What is it? Why does it feel as if I need to be somewhere?" He rubbed the area where his dormant heart slept in his chest. A tinge of pain lingered there. "Why do I feel it... ache?" He turned a corner of a large tower into a near by alleyway slipping through the hustle and bustle of mortals in business attire. He often referred to them as moving camouflage. Being tall, structurally sound, and in tailored clothing didn't appear as out of place amongst the rich elitist type whom couldn't care less about the next person beside them. But for now he needed to be out of sight.

Teleporting to the top of a building that peaked around three hundred stories, and checking over his shoulders as he walked to the edge, he peered over crowds below. One leg perched on the buildings barricade as he leaned forward.

"Just a bunch of nobodies full of un-earned self importance." He sighed then backed away to glare over the other side. "Same thing over here with the added bonus of an idiot who can't eat a jelly donut." He let out a sound of frustration and vigorously rubbed at the middle of his chest again.

"What is it? What am I missing? I don't feel as though I'm being followed." He paused. "Then again Valmond, you've only been out of your cave a few days. Would you even be able to tell the difference between humans and these new hunters?" He looked out over the city. This time acknowledging how far mortals have come over the centuries he spent rotting away in a cave far removed from civilization. He noted the way the transit system had become the most dominant form of transportation around the cities. Their magnetic road ways efficient and clean performing elegant figure eights around some of the cities structures. In the center lied a few of the only buildings with what he considered personality. In the middle of the area, one building was shaped like a massive double helix rising far above the clouds. Two buildings perched on either side of the helix where shaped as singular strands of DNA. All three spun in slow hypnotic motions.