Golden Wire
The faint, metallic ring arrested his pace with heart-sinking fear. He craned his neck, trying to listen to the sound, trying to reassure himself it was just a trick by his over-taxed imagination.
But again it came, a metallic ring as if the smallest of bells bounced down a tower. A few seconds and the ring came again, louder and closer. He whipped his head about, trying to find the source.
His eyes settled on the stairwell. The bouncing ring was now clearly audible, louder with passing seconds. He almost imagined he could see a faint glimmer of reflected light growing nearer. And, all at once, the source of the noise came into view. It was a sphere, a ball of gold no larger than a fist. The ball was traced through with unusual engravings, almost like joints in the unbroken metal surface. Despite its heavy appearance, it bounced against the creaking hardwood stairs with an elastic lightness, taking the steps two at a time.
The ball bounced against the ground and its momentum vanished with a noiselessness that seemed to echo through the building. It remained perfectly still for a long moment before a thin line began to leak through the engraved joints. In a blinding suddenness, the sphere unfolded itself, opening invisible cracks and pulling out a wire-thin framework that assembled itself into nothing so much as a golden skeleton.
The mechanical thing rose from its casing and pulled itself to its full height. A tremor vibrated through its frame as it twitched its arms and fingers in a systematic analysis. Seemingly satisfied, it turned its golden gaze on the man.
The wire-work assassin moved with silently liquid grace, flowing forward with inexorable precision.
But again it came, a metallic ring as if the smallest of bells bounced down a tower. A few seconds and the ring came again, louder and closer. He whipped his head about, trying to find the source.
His eyes settled on the stairwell. The bouncing ring was now clearly audible, louder with passing seconds. He almost imagined he could see a faint glimmer of reflected light growing nearer. And, all at once, the source of the noise came into view. It was a sphere, a ball of gold no larger than a fist. The ball was traced through with unusual engravings, almost like joints in the unbroken metal surface. Despite its heavy appearance, it bounced against the creaking hardwood stairs with an elastic lightness, taking the steps two at a time.
The ball bounced against the ground and its momentum vanished with a noiselessness that seemed to echo through the building. It remained perfectly still for a long moment before a thin line began to leak through the engraved joints. In a blinding suddenness, the sphere unfolded itself, opening invisible cracks and pulling out a wire-thin framework that assembled itself into nothing so much as a golden skeleton.
The mechanical thing rose from its casing and pulled itself to its full height. A tremor vibrated through its frame as it twitched its arms and fingers in a systematic analysis. Seemingly satisfied, it turned its golden gaze on the man.
The wire-work assassin moved with silently liquid grace, flowing forward with inexorable precision.
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