Re: Vendetta [S!2 Round 1 ~ Presidentialgon]
08-31-2012, 01:10 AM
Originally posted on MSPA by Flummox.
[color=#99z8rz]Felgurd stood up, fingernails scrabbling for purchase on the flagstone. A leaf fluttered down and landed gently on his shoulder. He looked up to find himself under the green umbrella of a large tree. An alligator was curled around its trunk. The forest was spreading. Where did everyone go? He kicked bloodied hands out of his path and took a step forwards.
Click
He whirled. A man was standing there, rifle raised. There was a soft thud and Felgurd felt something penetrate his shoulder. He lunged. Power was poured into the ordinarily weak finger muscles and his legs bunched and sprang. He felt a tendon tear from the strain. All in one fraction of a second, he knocked the man’s gun away with one hand and before even Felgurd knew what was happening he was holding the man up by the neck. The man was too surprised to struggle and hung limply with a wide-eyed expression.
He began to feel acutely aware of the wound in his shoulder and a cold numbness spread in the hand that was hit. It started to loosen its hold on the chain of hands. Then it suddenly went limp and his arm detached, dropping the man ungracefully on the flagstone.
Tranquilizer darts.
Felgurd ran, half-tripping over tree roots and his bloody, empty sleeve flapping ludicrously in the wind. As he lurched into the nearest building, he heard shouting and footsteps and spun around, looking for its perpetrator. As soon as he located the running security guard he heard the sharp report of a pistol behind him and a bullet lodged in his back. He whirled, his remaining arm held straight out, catching his assailant in the chin and spinning him onto his back. In an instant Felgurd was on him and scratching at his face with a hand that possessed impressively long and manicured nails. He was clawing harder and harder and the blood began to spurt and someone was screaming – it was the man – but then Felgurd was screaming too and he felt bullets tearing into his body.
There was more shouting and gunfire and the world was a blur as Felgurd was lashing out with all of his remaining limbs and running and slipping on the puddles of blood and muzzle flashes were blinding him and there was so much, so much of everything and he ran into a wall—
—not a wall, the ground—
and there was silence.
And Felgurd felt his body being dragged away, lifted, and then the world was blackness and he could feel the soft vibration of a moving vehicle.
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[color=#99z8rz]Felgurd stood up, fingernails scrabbling for purchase on the flagstone. A leaf fluttered down and landed gently on his shoulder. He looked up to find himself under the green umbrella of a large tree. An alligator was curled around its trunk. The forest was spreading. Where did everyone go? He kicked bloodied hands out of his path and took a step forwards.
Click
He whirled. A man was standing there, rifle raised. There was a soft thud and Felgurd felt something penetrate his shoulder. He lunged. Power was poured into the ordinarily weak finger muscles and his legs bunched and sprang. He felt a tendon tear from the strain. All in one fraction of a second, he knocked the man’s gun away with one hand and before even Felgurd knew what was happening he was holding the man up by the neck. The man was too surprised to struggle and hung limply with a wide-eyed expression.
He began to feel acutely aware of the wound in his shoulder and a cold numbness spread in the hand that was hit. It started to loosen its hold on the chain of hands. Then it suddenly went limp and his arm detached, dropping the man ungracefully on the flagstone.
Tranquilizer darts.
Felgurd ran, half-tripping over tree roots and his bloody, empty sleeve flapping ludicrously in the wind. As he lurched into the nearest building, he heard shouting and footsteps and spun around, looking for its perpetrator. As soon as he located the running security guard he heard the sharp report of a pistol behind him and a bullet lodged in his back. He whirled, his remaining arm held straight out, catching his assailant in the chin and spinning him onto his back. In an instant Felgurd was on him and scratching at his face with a hand that possessed impressively long and manicured nails. He was clawing harder and harder and the blood began to spurt and someone was screaming – it was the man – but then Felgurd was screaming too and he felt bullets tearing into his body.
There was more shouting and gunfire and the world was a blur as Felgurd was lashing out with all of his remaining limbs and running and slipping on the puddles of blood and muzzle flashes were blinding him and there was so much, so much of everything and he ran into a wall—
—not a wall, the ground—
and there was silence.
And Felgurd felt his body being dragged away, lifted, and then the world was blackness and he could feel the soft vibration of a moving vehicle.
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