In the darkness he brooded. But it was not darkness that oppressed him. Darkness was his ally. His image, when shrouded in darkness, terrified the so-called Free People even more than in light.
He looked at his thin, drawn and deathly grey hand. Frail in appearance, it was stronger than any creature on the Sea save, perhaps, the great dragons. But even they lacked his raw power. His face was a living skull with unblinking eyes and a taught, skin like covering pulled and stretched to reveal the form beneath. To those lesser things across the Sea he was the living dead, and all but one would cower before him. This Other, though. Where was he and when would he appear?
Time moved forward. Time was his enemy. He was trapped in time. But to be anywhere else was to risk assault, and he was not ready for that. He was not invincible. Not yet. That had been a difficult lesson. Curse Kensington and his interference! How could he reclaim his advantage? Then he felt it! The feeling of new inspiration. With a quiet breath he summoned his servant.
"Listen Mac," he said, "this will never fly. Time moved forward? Time was his enemy?!! Yawn. What a snoozer."
Morrison threw his story board down and popped another handful of Cheetos in his orange rimmed mouth. "We've got just one week to get this G-Novel nailed," he growled as bits of day-glo goo landed on Mac's script. "I'm giving you my best creepoid stuff here. Look at that claw of a hand, man--just beautiful. The gleam on the naked scull shines through that leprous skin like a lightbulb from hell. We're talking Shazam Award art here. I need rough liquid words that seep into minds and make women run to lock all the doors, and men glance over their shoulder in dark alleys. You're giving me a whining grown-up ET with delusions of grandeur. The Other? What is that? The other woman? Is this guy going through some kind of zombie divorce? It just won't fly man."
Mac looked sheepish and picked up his script by a clean edge. It looked like his creative writing degree from Harvard wasn't going to cut it in LA.
Opening: BBJD.....Continuation: anon.