Into The Rift (2 of 2)

Colin's breath escaped him in a little sigh tinged with pleasure. How long it had been since he had felt that gentle squeeze all over his body as he passed into the rift. An almost sexual penetration.

He could feel Emalia still in his arms, yet now they were suspended, motionless, in the void of almost total darkness which was the axis of this place. The familiar buzzing assaulted his ears and he knew if he concentrated on it he would be able to make out the myriad of unnatural sounds of which it was composed yet he willed himself not to. He did, however, find himself gazing at the scenes of various locations which shifted into view around him. Almost every one of them contained acts of violence, torture, or depravety yet for a ong moment Colin found himself unable to look away, a half smile finding it's way onto his lips. There he stayed until a scene of a human mother screaming as she cut a demonic baby from her own womb faded into view, shaking Colin from his stupor.

Emalia. Brin. He knew where he needed to go. He closed his eyes, reaching out with his mind for that spot of familiarity which he quickly found. By simply willing himself toward it he felt the squeeze once more as he stepped onto rocky soil. Colin pushed his way through some thick brush which grew around the rift they has just exited and took in the forest about him. The sun peeked dimly through the cloudy sky overhead to shine on the stunted trees and scrubby bushes below. It wasn't a scene of beauty but it was about as close as it was going to get in this place.

He looked around for a moment, noting how little the vegetation grew here. It made it easy for him to get his bearings. If his memory was correct the cabin where they would be staying was only about 100 yards east of here. Colin leaned down to kiss Emalia's forehead and held her a bit closer to him. "Don't worry, we're almost there."