Creative Tuesday – Bleedfeeders Chapter 4
Chapter 4 of Bleedfeeders introduces another character I created in City of Heroes, though I explore more of his story in later chapters.
The club didn’t look like anything too special. But then, Solaris really wasn’t the best judge of that. He had been on Earth for maybe two years, at least he figured that, time was not something that his race had ever considered before, not until the bleed. Regardless, in the two Terran years he had been on Earth, Solaris was shied away from the social relations, at least the Terran ones. He had friends on the planet, all of them bleed victims like himself. But, he had no real friends beyond that circle, not even among the Terran police officers that he worked with.
Solaris entered the club, empty of nearly everyone except a couple of staff members. From what he had heard from Marty, Solaris figured on a crowd of Terrans. Apparently that concept didn’t extend into the daytime hours.
“We’re closed,” a woman announced, stopping her sweeping long enough to tell Solaris this. Solaris flashed his badge.
“Is the owner or manager around?” the woman silently gestured towards the bar and the burly man behind him. Solaris approached the man and showed his badge again.
“I’m in full compliance with fire codes,” he said.
“I’m a police officer, not a building inspector.”
“How can I help you?” Solaris pulled out a photo of the deceased girl and showed it to the man behind the bar.
“Do you recognize this girl?” The man took a long look at the picture.
“Can’t say I do. But then we get a lot of people through here.”
“She had a ticket for a concert here.” The man smiled.
“Ah, the Bleedfeeders. Strange name, but they sound great. I get the feeling they’re going to go far.”
“What do you know about the band.”
“Just what their press release says,” the man replied, “Why, are they suspects?”
“Let’s just say that there are some questions I’d like to ask–” Solaris never finished his sentence. A scream rang out from outside the club. Solaris raced to one of the fire doors and pushed through, setting off the fire alarms.
In the back alley, a girl lay cowering on the ground, shaking in fear. Above her stood a man who had to be at least seven feet tall. He was dressed in gold and grey, with a full face mask that covered all but his wild hair. In his gloved hands were a broadsword and a dagger. His attention was fixated down the alley, Solaris couldn’t exactly see what.
“Freeze!” Solaris yelled, pulling out a police issue pistol. The man in gold and grey said nothing, nor did he turn to face Solaris. “Drop the weapons and get down on the ground!” The man said nothing as he bent his knees, looking back at Solaris. He looked up, bounding at least 100 feet over the building.
“Light of the suns!” Solaris exclaimed as he heard a distant wolf howl, echoing from the direction that the man leapt. Solaris stood stunned for a moment, before turning his attention to the girl.
“You’re alright,” he reassured, “He won’t harm you again.” The girl looked up. Beyond the tears in her eyes, she seemed no worse for wear. At least, not until Solaris noticed the faint marks on her neck, the marks that looked like the burns on the deceased girl. Solaris gestured towards the burns, taking a quick moment to loom over her spectral aura. Nothing about the black glow looked out of the ordinary. Certainly, there was no traces of the bleed.
“You don’t understand,” the girl sobbed, “That masked man saved me.”