Re: Mini-Grand 5107 [Round 2: Brambletown]
09-14-2011, 05:00 PM
Originally posted on MSPA by Drakenforge.
Dahlia finally forced herself to pry her eyelids apart. She feared to still see Joseph dying with a sword jutting out of his chest, but everything t do with the Royale Shakespeare theatre had vanished, leaving a depressingly dull reception hall for the building. There was glass separating her from the outside, but as soon as she realised the state of the outside world she worried that glass just wasn’t going to be a good enough wall.
The streets were littered with vehicles she couldn’t recognise, and many of them were coated with the red liquid she noticed had leaked out of Joseph. It was their blood. A massacre had happened here too, causing memories of a race now probably extinct to surface in her mind.
Extinction. The kind of word normal people can use without ever worrying was now scaring her half to death. It was a very viable threat right now, as she had no idea just how many of her own kind were still alive. No idea if even her mother still drew breath.
Her thoughts were interrupted by the strange sounding fanged human standing behind her, causing her to spin around with surprise.
“I shay wee lass,” he said with his strong accent, “Thish is definitely a turn for the worsht. Itsh been a very long time since I last managed to eshcape from that dreadful re-enactment. I’ve never heard ov any Brambletown before, perhapsh you would be so kind as to clue an old vampire in?”
Dahlia recognised the white hair and flabouyant colour of cape. And the fangs, accent and large sword, they were very easy to remember from just moments before. As she began to cower, her feet edging as quickly away from him as she could manage without being obvious, she wondered just how the vampire count had followed her without being a contestant.
And then she recognised the couch. IT was completely out of place, its frayed colour standing out against the grey marble of the floor. She had no idea what properties it held, or what it was doing there. But two things had followed from the last round, and left only a bloody corpse behind for the troupe.
Dahlia began to look for escape routes. The front door left to the destruction of the rest of the town, there was a set of double doors in the corner and behind her what appeared to be an elevator. Dahlia recognised the double doors and button cliché. A quick glance to make sure that the vampire wasn’t charging at her and she bolted for the button. The symbol shone a luminous green, but the doors remained shut. The elevator was on another floor. She carefully turned to view the vampire once more, but he was just leaning against the couch, staring at her.
“Not in the talking mood I guessh? Typical, it’sh the fangsh ishn’t it? Alwaysh the bloody fangsh. Kill Dracula, become a hero, but it’sh never that eashy ish it. Doomed to roam the world for eternity, a bloody boring one too, shince it was mostly shpent having to haunt thoshe shtupid amateur plays. Can’t find a good theshpian anymore.”
Even if Dahlia was close enough to use her PDA to commune with the cloaked figure she couldn’t bring herself to remove it. Her heart was pounding as she remembered how he had fought without hesitation in the last round, ready to kill the other Macbeths, and Joseph. Her heart lifted as she heard the rumbling of the elevator arriving. It was moving slowly upwards and sending out a slight vibration through the floor.
And then she heard the elevator descend the last few floors and open in front of her, leaving the rumbling noise to remain constant, drawing ever closer to the first floor. Her instincts of being underground her whole life told her that sound meant a lot of rock was being removed with force, and so she bolted for the double doors at the end of the room. By the time she found the sign marked “Stairs”, the worm had began warping the shape of the floor. She hurried up the steps as fast as her legs would carry her, but stopped at the second floor as she fell into another coughing fit. The noise was incredibly loud now as the worm crushed and mangled its way through the reception hall. She could hear the vampire cussing as he too followed in her trail.
She quickly exited onto the hallway, but bumped into a large metal pillar. She pushed herself off of and was three steps away when she realised it wasn’t really a pillar.
HALT, HUMANOID.
Dahlia finally forced herself to pry her eyelids apart. She feared to still see Joseph dying with a sword jutting out of his chest, but everything t do with the Royale Shakespeare theatre had vanished, leaving a depressingly dull reception hall for the building. There was glass separating her from the outside, but as soon as she realised the state of the outside world she worried that glass just wasn’t going to be a good enough wall.
The streets were littered with vehicles she couldn’t recognise, and many of them were coated with the red liquid she noticed had leaked out of Joseph. It was their blood. A massacre had happened here too, causing memories of a race now probably extinct to surface in her mind.
Extinction. The kind of word normal people can use without ever worrying was now scaring her half to death. It was a very viable threat right now, as she had no idea just how many of her own kind were still alive. No idea if even her mother still drew breath.
Her thoughts were interrupted by the strange sounding fanged human standing behind her, causing her to spin around with surprise.
“I shay wee lass,” he said with his strong accent, “Thish is definitely a turn for the worsht. Itsh been a very long time since I last managed to eshcape from that dreadful re-enactment. I’ve never heard ov any Brambletown before, perhapsh you would be so kind as to clue an old vampire in?”
Dahlia recognised the white hair and flabouyant colour of cape. And the fangs, accent and large sword, they were very easy to remember from just moments before. As she began to cower, her feet edging as quickly away from him as she could manage without being obvious, she wondered just how the vampire count had followed her without being a contestant.
And then she recognised the couch. IT was completely out of place, its frayed colour standing out against the grey marble of the floor. She had no idea what properties it held, or what it was doing there. But two things had followed from the last round, and left only a bloody corpse behind for the troupe.
Dahlia began to look for escape routes. The front door left to the destruction of the rest of the town, there was a set of double doors in the corner and behind her what appeared to be an elevator. Dahlia recognised the double doors and button cliché. A quick glance to make sure that the vampire wasn’t charging at her and she bolted for the button. The symbol shone a luminous green, but the doors remained shut. The elevator was on another floor. She carefully turned to view the vampire once more, but he was just leaning against the couch, staring at her.
“Not in the talking mood I guessh? Typical, it’sh the fangsh ishn’t it? Alwaysh the bloody fangsh. Kill Dracula, become a hero, but it’sh never that eashy ish it. Doomed to roam the world for eternity, a bloody boring one too, shince it was mostly shpent having to haunt thoshe shtupid amateur plays. Can’t find a good theshpian anymore.”
Even if Dahlia was close enough to use her PDA to commune with the cloaked figure she couldn’t bring herself to remove it. Her heart was pounding as she remembered how he had fought without hesitation in the last round, ready to kill the other Macbeths, and Joseph. Her heart lifted as she heard the rumbling of the elevator arriving. It was moving slowly upwards and sending out a slight vibration through the floor.
And then she heard the elevator descend the last few floors and open in front of her, leaving the rumbling noise to remain constant, drawing ever closer to the first floor. Her instincts of being underground her whole life told her that sound meant a lot of rock was being removed with force, and so she bolted for the double doors at the end of the room. By the time she found the sign marked “Stairs”, the worm had began warping the shape of the floor. She hurried up the steps as fast as her legs would carry her, but stopped at the second floor as she fell into another coughing fit. The noise was incredibly loud now as the worm crushed and mangled its way through the reception hall. She could hear the vampire cussing as he too followed in her trail.
She quickly exited onto the hallway, but bumped into a large metal pillar. She pushed herself off of and was three steps away when she realised it wasn’t really a pillar.
HALT, HUMANOID.