The black lady

Part 1.3

That's when the screaming started.

Cecilia didn't move as everyone panicked around her; she would wait with fear of being knocked over by scared guests, plus she wanted to know what happened to the body. Was it ritualistic or plain boring murder? But it seems fate had another plan, "M' lady!" someone yelled in English though their accent was strong, pulling her by the elbow and into the crowd. "This way,"

The man, as the voice was male guided her though the panicking crowd, while she gripped her cane and hem of her dress to prevent her from falling, though her mind still lingered on the stranger and what had just occurred. "Steps, M' lady!" the man yelled over the crowd. Guiding her down the steps while people ran pasted.

Fresh air hit her face as the pair made it into the open, he continued to guide her into the street when the sounds of sirens and explosives attacked her ears. "Keep moving M' lady! We're not safe"

"Thank you," she stated as he pulled her along to keep moving. "I'm afraid I don't know you name"

"Liam, M' lady I was going to talk to you later on in the evening about a book but..." the man sighed, then tensed upcoming to a sudden stop.

"Liam?" she questioned just as a booming voice echoed throughout the streets of Stuttgart.

"Kneel before me!"

"Liam, we need to keep moving" she stated calmly. Unknown to her an illusion of Loki stood between them and freedom.

"I said, KNEEL!" a voice echoed about the area.

"Lady please kneel, I fear for your life" Liam tugged on her arm, she frowned slightly pulling her arm out of the man's grip – no one should ask a lady to kneel in a dress when they demand what sort of gentlemen was, he?

"lady oak-"

Liam's voice drifted off as he watched the women in black before him – step though the bright image of Loki, "Liam I need you to trust me, there is no one before you"

But the man was too terrified of the illusion before him to move as he knelt to the ground. Cecilia frowned as the man didn't follow her, nor did anyone for that matter. She may be blind of sorts but she knew her reality well, and there wasn't anything blocking their path – yet why they were not moving, better to move than be slaughtered like vermin.

Now who was this new player in the game?

"Is not this simpler? Is this not your natural state? It's the unspoken truth of humanity that you crave subjugation." As the stranger spoke, in what appears to be prefect English? No German? Or was a dead language few still spoke? She wasn't sure as the man's dialect drifted to her ears. She listened to the whispers of shadows they told her of the illusions surrounding the crowd and of the air craft closing in.

With a small sigh she took a seat by the stone steps intrigued. Was this the man Mister Fury was after? It all pointed towards him, yet she wouldn't know for sure till the ship got here – hopefully no one perishes beforehand. She rather not uses her abilities without reason in front of all these people. After the last incident she realised that it was more frowned upon murder and more easily tranced, by people filming almost everything...