Jack

[m-danson.livejournal.com]

The man lay facing the wall of his cell long after the lights dimmed for the night. His deep steady breathing reassured the guard posted outside his special prison. It had been many hours since She had been here with her soldiers poised ready to kill him. He knew fear of death then as this human body betrayed him once again. He didn't know how She could stand these intrusions of flesh reminding of weakness and impending death. It galled him and now it must gall Her too now. She tasted of his life That Day and knew its sweetness. She took from him what She could not have. Blood and Power bound them That Day as she refused to die without taking him with Her. At that moment he loved her. They both lived. That was his gift. They both would die. That was hers.

But She relied too much on the skills of others. Others built the walls of this prison. Others who wove the spells. Others who programmed the machines. Others who guarded the door. Others who did not understand him the way She did. Her one mistake was that she was too human.

Shielded from the detectors by the bulk of his body he called forth a spark of power into his cupped hands. He felt it dance across his palms. Gently he reached out with the tiny spark of power to feel the bars of his invisible cage. Barely more than a thought his spark wove its way through coded strands, past wards and T-field detectors without disturbing them masked by the background noise generated by those very spells intended to detect such an intrusion. His jailers had not enough patience for perfection. Good enough was not good enough. He found what he was looking for.

Freedom could wait a little longer.

He closed his eyes.