Re: The Grand Battle S2G1! [Round One: Alpha Complex!]
06-23-2010, 08:40 AM
Originally posted on MSPA by Lisawags.
Reserved
As the lights shut off, Keleth let out a little yelp. He was afraid. Anyone who has been taken from his home and thrown into a completely different world would be scared, bewildered. Then, he heard footsteps - lots of them. He backed away from the noise into a wall, not even thinking about using his magic to light up the room from the frenzy.
As he heard people struggling, the speed of his heartbeat increased from the excitement. Faster, faster, and faster it went, until... WHACK! THUD.
Minutes later, he woke up, unsure of what had happened, barely cognizant of the fact that he was unconscious, as if he was an insomniac drifting in and out of sleep. Keleth looked around. He saw light emanating from a thin crack.
There were couple, few, no, *several* silhouettes looming over him... a bad omen. He felt a throbbing pain in his head. As he tentatively touched the bump on his head, he felt a twinge of pain, but it was nothing. His head wasn't moist; it was dry. That meant no blood... or was there blood? Maybe the blood had dried. Was he knocked out? If so, how long?
A barrage of questions buzzed incessantly through his mind. After what seemed like an eternity of unanswered questions and bound-less curiosity, one of the figures kicked him. It smart - a lot... but at least it stopped his questions.
Following another powerful kick, Keleth groaned as he grabbed his leg.
One of the silhouettes questioned doubtfully, "Is he-"
"Yes, he's awake," one of them responded icily. It was a female voice. A sharp tongue she had, yes... razor sha-
Another kick. And another. They must have been from the cold voice. Why? Keleth inhaled sharply from each blow. Finally, the kicking ceased.
"W-why are you doing this," Keleth managed to cough.
"Maybe that's enough..." It was the doubtful voice again. He seemed as if he was the naive type. Maybe he was... He probably was.
Another voice shot out, a stronger voice, "That's enough. He hasn't retaliated."
"Well, what are we going to do with him now?" This voice... it seemed somewhat apathetic. She didn't seem as if she cared about the well-being of Keleth at all.
The icy one snapped, "Does it really matter? We could just leave him here. It's not like he knows anything."
"He could be one of us... maybe."
"Maybe, maybe not."
"We could bring him back, let them decide..."
"Is another member really worth the risk?"
"Might as well. He's just a red, anyways."
"He probably knows. He's trying to hide his power; I just know it."
"Oh, there's no use being paranoid. Let's just bring him back."
After that, there was nothing. Time passed quickly, but Keleth didn't notice.
Reserved
As the lights shut off, Keleth let out a little yelp. He was afraid. Anyone who has been taken from his home and thrown into a completely different world would be scared, bewildered. Then, he heard footsteps - lots of them. He backed away from the noise into a wall, not even thinking about using his magic to light up the room from the frenzy.
As he heard people struggling, the speed of his heartbeat increased from the excitement. Faster, faster, and faster it went, until... WHACK! THUD.
Minutes later, he woke up, unsure of what had happened, barely cognizant of the fact that he was unconscious, as if he was an insomniac drifting in and out of sleep. Keleth looked around. He saw light emanating from a thin crack.
There were couple, few, no, *several* silhouettes looming over him... a bad omen. He felt a throbbing pain in his head. As he tentatively touched the bump on his head, he felt a twinge of pain, but it was nothing. His head wasn't moist; it was dry. That meant no blood... or was there blood? Maybe the blood had dried. Was he knocked out? If so, how long?
A barrage of questions buzzed incessantly through his mind. After what seemed like an eternity of unanswered questions and bound-less curiosity, one of the figures kicked him. It smart - a lot... but at least it stopped his questions.
Following another powerful kick, Keleth groaned as he grabbed his leg.
One of the silhouettes questioned doubtfully, "Is he-"
"Yes, he's awake," one of them responded icily. It was a female voice. A sharp tongue she had, yes... razor sha-
Another kick. And another. They must have been from the cold voice. Why? Keleth inhaled sharply from each blow. Finally, the kicking ceased.
"W-why are you doing this," Keleth managed to cough.
"Maybe that's enough..." It was the doubtful voice again. He seemed as if he was the naive type. Maybe he was... He probably was.
Another voice shot out, a stronger voice, "That's enough. He hasn't retaliated."
"Well, what are we going to do with him now?" This voice... it seemed somewhat apathetic. She didn't seem as if she cared about the well-being of Keleth at all.
The icy one snapped, "Does it really matter? We could just leave him here. It's not like he knows anything."
"He could be one of us... maybe."
"Maybe, maybe not."
"We could bring him back, let them decide..."
"Is another member really worth the risk?"
"Might as well. He's just a red, anyways."
"He probably knows. He's trying to hide his power; I just know it."
"Oh, there's no use being paranoid. Let's just bring him back."
After that, there was nothing. Time passed quickly, but Keleth didn't notice.