Post by Pruz on May 20, 2017 22:40:21 GMT -4
Dragon's Eye
I was sitting there, and there she was. Her glistening pink hair hath been faded by her gloomy eyes. I look no more. Death was supposed to be fun. But why did her life have to end like this? I had shut her eyelids.
"It's okay, we're safe now." I'd usually say to her. Yet, this is usually not true since fate takes his hands and tosses me in a different direction. And not to mention, the damp sogginess of the caves we were in.
Drip, drip.
The droplets lay waste to her darkening face. Not to mention the dragon mask I adorned. I shielded her using my arm. The cloth was already shredding rather slow, but it was tearing. Darn townsfolk and their pitchforks. I noted the bruise on my wrist. Fire never worked well for my skin, or the material surrounding it.
But what was I to do with her?
I will rest her here. I will let her rest her eternal rest right here. I will keep her company until I find the reason I stayed.
No one must know. No one must find out.
Everything was so complex. You steal one crate and the crowd goes bananas. Now that I mention it. I had peered over at the crate that was taken near a food closet in the artillery. I mean, a few guns wouldn't hurt anyone would it? I looked back over at the tanned girl, viewing her bullet shaped hole on the side of her neck...
Never mind.
Now looking back at the crate it seemed to have a little bit more value than the others. But why did I take it?
My stomach grumbled. I exhaled. That's right. Food. I adjusted the three foot crate towards the center of the room and felt it for any weak spots. There were none. My breathing was audible, since the running away with a dead female came into play. I looked at the crate, still tinkering with the sides to find a perfect entrance. Not to mention lugging this thing around. I never thought taking a crate was my best option for food, heh.
Huh? What happened to the girl you say? Why is the whole town after me? Now that you mentioned it, I'll tell you what happened.
I felt a chill breeze arise from my cloak. The air pocketed fabric hardly protected anything, especially on my back. I gazed down from the dojo. Another usual stake out. I spy some group of dark clothed people and squint my eyes.
It's them again.
I've seen them before, but what do they want? As I listen, I hear word of murder, blood, and captives. These are my kind of guys. But I don't think I would want to be around them quite some time.
I then spot a familiar figure in the distance. It was a guy with light brown hair, adorning a tux with a green tie. It was Tim. He was walking towards them casually. Guards surrounded him so if anyone were to attack, they wouldn't even touch a blade of his hair. I wouldn't want to be in that turn of events. Thankfully I'm not. As I gaze towards the cloaked men, I noticed one of them motioning over towards a black truck. Another lifted the hatch to put something in there, which then nodded towards a woman. She was cloaked as well, so no distinctive features could have been determined. She looked like a nurse though, as she took a needle out of her pocket and stuck it in some sort of vat.
It was filled with a bright green substance. I never questioned what it was until I saw a girl in the van. She was tied up. The pink hair.
Could it be?
It was.
Queen Pick.
She was struggling to move as she thrashed about, trying to escape her ropes and knots. The nurse approached with her needle. Catching the drips with her other hand.
Apparently Pick knew who it was. She thrashed about more frequently as the needle neared her skin. The nurse quickly jabbed it in as Pick screamed in fury.
It looked like she had passed out around twenty seconds later as well. The others shut the truck back. As the driver took her away somewhere. I hopped over roof and tree to follow it.
-And that's where things began for me. I never knew it would lead to a crucial death, and of someone who is that I was trying to rescue as well.-
The truck was headed out towards the forest. The truck was bouncing up and down as well. I paced faster from tree to tree. The wind again rushing faster now. It seems as I can feel it on my skin due to the light fabric.
The truck slowed as I looked ahead to see where it was going. It was another town labeled "Birm's Grapedom". I smirked sarcastically and rolled my eyes.
How pathetic.
It's pathetic how they have to do their dirty work in the next city. Seriously, who would even resort to holding captives in a truck as well?
Ha! Not I. It's not as if I were to hold a victim in a truck. And if there is someone in there, there has to be others too.
As we neared in the city, the truck reluctantly had stopped moving. But for what reason?
Then the driver came out of the truck and the girl was taken out. Her arms were wrapped in harsh and itchy-looking rope. It looked like they were strapped on too tight too. But my question is; why would they need Pick? Why is she so important. I felt like I knew I was going to find out soon.
The driver took her out into the middle of a field. There were rarely any hiding places anyways, so I stayed in the forest and gazed in the treeless area. What was he up to?
He pulled her out there against her free will. She stumbled as her knees quivered. Was it the needle's fluids? Probably. It is best to keep assumptions, rather than leave alone with a bland lie. I am here to prove them. I should keep things straight.
Once they met with the center of the field, the guy pushed Pick forward as she hunched over.
"And what if I don't do this?" She was nervous, as he could practically feel her shaking in fear.
"Oh don't worry." The driver said, still cloaked from the beginning, taking what seemed like a taser off of his belt. He thruster the taser to her side, sending a jolt of electricity down her front and back. She collapsed on the ground. Pick struggled getting back up.
"Oh, I believe you WILL be doing exactly as I say." The man said chuckling. She panted.
"Fine." She said as she gave an unwanted glance towards him. She spread her hands apart as her wings spread.
Bird screeches were sound from her mouth calling others towards her. A group of ten other human-like birds stood there out in the field with them.
"That's it?" The man asked in displeasure. She put one finger to his mouth telling him to silence as she gave a sharp whistle. After that I felt something grab my arms. I sharply turned my head and there were two others that I didn't catch, standing right behind me! I tried pushing them away, but then, my face was met with a fist, and I fell out of the tree, unconscious.
Citizens gathered around the field at five o'clock in the morning. There were strange lightning bolts dispersed around in a still motion. Of course they had kept their distance. They still asked each other about what's going on. Nobody gave anyone a reasonable answer. Then someone yelled,
"It was Pawz! She's a witch!" Pawz tried repenting but then, others followed what the guy said so Pawz was in a lot of trouble.
"It wasn't me!" She denied them, but it was too late. People already buzzed up a conversation saying,
"We should kill her!" or
"Throw her in the dungeon!" People screamed at her as they had all formed a small circle around her yelling, "Burn the witch! Over and over they chanted until she had pushed a few, broke the circle, and fled for her life. People yelled after her as they gained a lead for her.
"So, Pick..." I said trying to pick the lock with one of my claws.
"We can't." She said as I stared at her from another cell.
"And why is that?" I asked with a questionable look on my face if could have been seen under the mask. Then, a spark of electricity surged on the bars, which shocked the hell out of me. I fell onto the ground after that. Pick's expression never changed and turned away, walking back towards her bed,
"That's why."
I wasn't giving up. There had to be a way out. I looked up by the camera and noticed an air vent on the ceiling.
Aha! This place isn't even secure enough to forbid alternate exits? What a cruddy building design!
"Pruz, what are you thinking?" She asked with a sigh.
"Oh nothing, just a change of plans." I replied as I propped the bed against the walls to reach the ceiling. I grabbed the air duct and began twisting the four screws with my claws again. A clanging was heard as the first screw hit the floor. One down, three to go.
"You're not getting anywhere with this." Pick continued as I never stopped what he was doing. A few other clanging noises were audible as Pick then heard a large piece of metal drop.
It was the grate.
I climbed into the duct as the bed fell back to its right position. Yet, not in its same position in correspondence to the room.
Pick heard banging in the metal grating traveling towards her. I saw nothing but the vent going in one direction, towards Pick's cell. I traversed over it and skipped it.
I would rescue her and the other from the front as soon as I find a way out. Then, the ducts started to produce a light him for a few seconds. I had stopped to listen to it until it knew what it was.
The sparks,
The electricity,
They surged in and out of my body as it did before with the bars. I tugged on forward with a new jolt every few inches. Then I found another gate. I would use my claws again, but I had no time for this. The shocks would kill me at any time now! I repeatedly started to punch the vent. I didn't care how much it hurt by then, I needed to ge-.
The air duct fell along with me;
I was free. It was a victory, but a short-lived one until I heard a man yell,
"FREEZE!" I turned around and saw a gun pointed towards my face. The man seemed unfamiliar to me. "Put your hands in the air!" He yelled. I didn't. I approached slowly towards him. "FREEZE! I said put your hands to the air!" I shook my head In a furious manner. I laughed psychotically and glared at him, "How about you burn?" I chuckled at my remark as I breathed a breath of fire onto him. I saw his body burst into flames as I just stood there, gazing into his soul. He looked back in terror and spoke no final words. I watched his corpse shrivel up as a surge of red enveloped my body. "Your death has been proven beneficial to my body." I stated again. "Maybe, if there is a next time, you'll think twice about approaching me." My lizard like tongue slithered out of my mouth, as I could basically taste his pain like it was a good thing. My tongue retreated as I shook my head. An innocent look appeared on my face.
"Uhh," I stared at the ash and leftover flames like I knew nothing about them. I saw a set of keys laying down in the ash, picked them up, turned away, and fled to rescue Pick. I also was looking out for anyone else who’s trapped in the cells.
A figure emerged from a turn in the area, seeming like he saw the whole thing. A surprised look left his face speechless as he slowly followed him, afraid. He was rembering what was murmured to the burning guy.
I traversed back to a pair of doors and opened them all together. And of course it led to the cells. But unfortunately a person stood in the center of the room. He smirked as the light reflected off of his red shaded glasses.
"Hello!" I said with a smile. Rockmax took a few steps forward towards me but in response, I stepped backwards due to a source of fear. "Rockmax, that is you, right?" I asked as my back hit the double doors. I leaned against it, trying to push force to escape. But to no avail, something was blocking on the other side. I shook my head, Why am I always in these situations?
I gave an evil grin, as did Rockmax. I went in to try and make the first punch, but he quickly dodged and gave an uppercut in defense. I was thrown towards the ground.
"Get back in your cell." He said. But I got back up and charged for him again, this time he grabbed my arm and twisted it, which I did not find comfortable. He slammed my face against the wall. He grabbed me in a chokehold. I coughed as the lack of air was suffocating me. I tried to kick him back, but I couldn't since he was clutching my neck too hard. He spun the barrel of a gun towards my head.
"Or should I tell everyone in here about Saccrev?!"
This is when I stopped myself.
I stopped moving, but I wasn't dead. I shook my head.
"Please don't!" I insisted against his offer. "How did you k-"
"I have my ways." Rockmax replied with his evil grin still fixated on my face. I didn't like that.
"Even if I let you live, I'll still tell them." He reclaimed his statement.
"Pruz, what is he talking about?" Pick asked in confusion. I stared at her through the corner of my eye.
"Don't listen to him Pick! He's full of words of lies!"
"Oh come on Pruz, if that's your real name. You know you want to release the evil inside you! The anger! You want to feel the power that you once held to yourself!"
"No!" Thoughts of rage were entering my brain left and right.
"Pruz?!" Pick looked worried, but she could do nothing behind the steel bars.
"You know you want to!" Then suddenly, a patch of darkness appeared on the left side of my face. I let go of myself. My horns expanded and grew larger. I sprouted a black wing that ripped a hole on the back of my chest piece. My left eye was left rendered all black as the darkness covered that side. The darkness had stopped; something was not letting go. Sound of growling appeared audible from the noises escaping my mouth.
"YES!" Rockmax sneered with delight. His cheering was short lived when a slight
CLICK, CLICK,
was heard and a shot fired into his skull. He dropped me as I was on the ground panting for air. Deep panting was sounded. The keys were on the floor. The guy that had followed me managed to save me just in time before the '2009' incident would have been reborn again. The guy bent down, grabbed the keys, and ignoring my hacking. He proceeded to open all the cell doors for the people that were still living. The man put me on his shoulders and the whole group finally had the chance to go outside to live a free life again.
They arrived in the forest. They set me down on a fallen log andthere guy tried starting a fire using rocks, and already prepared sticks.
Back at the facility, Rockmax was bleeding out on the floor. His blood had turned dark until it was a full black color. Both of his eyes had turned black,
"Fools!" He punched a wall, as it collapsed into rubble.
"They don't know anything! And yet they still trust him. Ha!" He grinned evilly as he disappeared into the walls back into his main room with Birm.
Panting was heard as Pawz fled from the original post. 'What to do?' She wondered while they were still chasing her. Pawz went out of breath for a while when she found herself in a plateau of brown, metamorphic-like rock. She tried looking for a way to strike through the rocks and then she found it. An alternate escape. Pawz pressed her body against the rock and quickly managed to make it through.
She found a passageway towards a short cave extension. There was even some raw fish, preprepared onto small metal dishes. She was hungry. It's Goldilocks all over again. Instead, she stuffed most of the fish in her mouth. She was relentless! Bite after bite, she grew weary, and slept on a rock carved into the shape of a bed. She walked over to it to rest, but before she had gotten there, she had passed out. Pawz had enough for one day.
The group from the facility, including Pick and I, headed West to meet back up at the main cobbled roads. Once we arrived, we thought about dispersing, but the newcomer rejected the thought. He told us that something was wrong, very wrong.
The guy fortunately put me down as I had regained consciousness. I tried recollecting my thoughts, but there were none. No one has paid any attention to me, the shortly dead guy. Why would they? They seem normal to me as well!
Ha!
I'm just joking.
That is when we started asking questions. In response, he told no answer. The silence made me feel awkward so I decided to break it.
"So, now that we're all together..." I continued, "We might as well introduce ourselves!" I exclaim as I had started us off.
"My name is Pruz..." I started and looked over to a girl standing against a tree. She seemed to be cutting up the tree with her knife. "And who are you, my lovely lady?" I asked, leaning in towards her.
She rolled her eyes, not giving a response. I slowly retreated from my stance back towards the center of the forest.
"Pruz, she doesn't like being called out be name." Pick told me. My smile quickly faded. I shook my head. I didn't speak. I felt like I helped nothing and ignore everyone around me. I looked around and grabbed large sticks and branches to mark base with; I started setting up shelter. No one else apparently did anything either. They all just stared like I was something unnatural. The new guy also had gazed at me with still eyes. I peeked out of the corners of my eyes from time to time and there he was...
...still staring.
I was sitting there, and there she was. Her glistening pink hair hath been faded by her gloomy eyes. I look no more. Death was supposed to be fun. But why did her life have to end like this? I had shut her eyelids.
"It's okay, we're safe now." I'd usually say to her. Yet, this is usually not true since fate takes his hands and tosses me in a different direction. And not to mention, the damp sogginess of the caves we were in.
Drip, drip.
The droplets lay waste to her darkening face. Not to mention the dragon mask I adorned. I shielded her using my arm. The cloth was already shredding rather slow, but it was tearing. Darn townsfolk and their pitchforks. I noted the bruise on my wrist. Fire never worked well for my skin, or the material surrounding it.
But what was I to do with her?
I will rest her here. I will let her rest her eternal rest right here. I will keep her company until I find the reason I stayed.
No one must know. No one must find out.
Everything was so complex. You steal one crate and the crowd goes bananas. Now that I mention it. I had peered over at the crate that was taken near a food closet in the artillery. I mean, a few guns wouldn't hurt anyone would it? I looked back over at the tanned girl, viewing her bullet shaped hole on the side of her neck...
Never mind.
Now looking back at the crate it seemed to have a little bit more value than the others. But why did I take it?
My stomach grumbled. I exhaled. That's right. Food. I adjusted the three foot crate towards the center of the room and felt it for any weak spots. There were none. My breathing was audible, since the running away with a dead female came into play. I looked at the crate, still tinkering with the sides to find a perfect entrance. Not to mention lugging this thing around. I never thought taking a crate was my best option for food, heh.
Huh? What happened to the girl you say? Why is the whole town after me? Now that you mentioned it, I'll tell you what happened.
I felt a chill breeze arise from my cloak. The air pocketed fabric hardly protected anything, especially on my back. I gazed down from the dojo. Another usual stake out. I spy some group of dark clothed people and squint my eyes.
It's them again.
I've seen them before, but what do they want? As I listen, I hear word of murder, blood, and captives. These are my kind of guys. But I don't think I would want to be around them quite some time.
I then spot a familiar figure in the distance. It was a guy with light brown hair, adorning a tux with a green tie. It was Tim. He was walking towards them casually. Guards surrounded him so if anyone were to attack, they wouldn't even touch a blade of his hair. I wouldn't want to be in that turn of events. Thankfully I'm not. As I gaze towards the cloaked men, I noticed one of them motioning over towards a black truck. Another lifted the hatch to put something in there, which then nodded towards a woman. She was cloaked as well, so no distinctive features could have been determined. She looked like a nurse though, as she took a needle out of her pocket and stuck it in some sort of vat.
It was filled with a bright green substance. I never questioned what it was until I saw a girl in the van. She was tied up. The pink hair.
Could it be?
It was.
Queen Pick.
She was struggling to move as she thrashed about, trying to escape her ropes and knots. The nurse approached with her needle. Catching the drips with her other hand.
Apparently Pick knew who it was. She thrashed about more frequently as the needle neared her skin. The nurse quickly jabbed it in as Pick screamed in fury.
It looked like she had passed out around twenty seconds later as well. The others shut the truck back. As the driver took her away somewhere. I hopped over roof and tree to follow it.
-And that's where things began for me. I never knew it would lead to a crucial death, and of someone who is that I was trying to rescue as well.-
The truck was headed out towards the forest. The truck was bouncing up and down as well. I paced faster from tree to tree. The wind again rushing faster now. It seems as I can feel it on my skin due to the light fabric.
The truck slowed as I looked ahead to see where it was going. It was another town labeled "Birm's Grapedom". I smirked sarcastically and rolled my eyes.
How pathetic.
It's pathetic how they have to do their dirty work in the next city. Seriously, who would even resort to holding captives in a truck as well?
Ha! Not I. It's not as if I were to hold a victim in a truck. And if there is someone in there, there has to be others too.
As we neared in the city, the truck reluctantly had stopped moving. But for what reason?
Then the driver came out of the truck and the girl was taken out. Her arms were wrapped in harsh and itchy-looking rope. It looked like they were strapped on too tight too. But my question is; why would they need Pick? Why is she so important. I felt like I knew I was going to find out soon.
The driver took her out into the middle of a field. There were rarely any hiding places anyways, so I stayed in the forest and gazed in the treeless area. What was he up to?
He pulled her out there against her free will. She stumbled as her knees quivered. Was it the needle's fluids? Probably. It is best to keep assumptions, rather than leave alone with a bland lie. I am here to prove them. I should keep things straight.
Once they met with the center of the field, the guy pushed Pick forward as she hunched over.
"And what if I don't do this?" She was nervous, as he could practically feel her shaking in fear.
"Oh don't worry." The driver said, still cloaked from the beginning, taking what seemed like a taser off of his belt. He thruster the taser to her side, sending a jolt of electricity down her front and back. She collapsed on the ground. Pick struggled getting back up.
"Oh, I believe you WILL be doing exactly as I say." The man said chuckling. She panted.
"Fine." She said as she gave an unwanted glance towards him. She spread her hands apart as her wings spread.
Bird screeches were sound from her mouth calling others towards her. A group of ten other human-like birds stood there out in the field with them.
"That's it?" The man asked in displeasure. She put one finger to his mouth telling him to silence as she gave a sharp whistle. After that I felt something grab my arms. I sharply turned my head and there were two others that I didn't catch, standing right behind me! I tried pushing them away, but then, my face was met with a fist, and I fell out of the tree, unconscious.
Citizens gathered around the field at five o'clock in the morning. There were strange lightning bolts dispersed around in a still motion. Of course they had kept their distance. They still asked each other about what's going on. Nobody gave anyone a reasonable answer. Then someone yelled,
"It was Pawz! She's a witch!" Pawz tried repenting but then, others followed what the guy said so Pawz was in a lot of trouble.
"It wasn't me!" She denied them, but it was too late. People already buzzed up a conversation saying,
"We should kill her!" or
"Throw her in the dungeon!" People screamed at her as they had all formed a small circle around her yelling, "Burn the witch! Over and over they chanted until she had pushed a few, broke the circle, and fled for her life. People yelled after her as they gained a lead for her.
"So, Pick..." I said trying to pick the lock with one of my claws.
"We can't." She said as I stared at her from another cell.
"And why is that?" I asked with a questionable look on my face if could have been seen under the mask. Then, a spark of electricity surged on the bars, which shocked the hell out of me. I fell onto the ground after that. Pick's expression never changed and turned away, walking back towards her bed,
"That's why."
I wasn't giving up. There had to be a way out. I looked up by the camera and noticed an air vent on the ceiling.
Aha! This place isn't even secure enough to forbid alternate exits? What a cruddy building design!
"Pruz, what are you thinking?" She asked with a sigh.
"Oh nothing, just a change of plans." I replied as I propped the bed against the walls to reach the ceiling. I grabbed the air duct and began twisting the four screws with my claws again. A clanging was heard as the first screw hit the floor. One down, three to go.
"You're not getting anywhere with this." Pick continued as I never stopped what he was doing. A few other clanging noises were audible as Pick then heard a large piece of metal drop.
It was the grate.
I climbed into the duct as the bed fell back to its right position. Yet, not in its same position in correspondence to the room.
Pick heard banging in the metal grating traveling towards her. I saw nothing but the vent going in one direction, towards Pick's cell. I traversed over it and skipped it.
I would rescue her and the other from the front as soon as I find a way out. Then, the ducts started to produce a light him for a few seconds. I had stopped to listen to it until it knew what it was.
The sparks,
The electricity,
They surged in and out of my body as it did before with the bars. I tugged on forward with a new jolt every few inches. Then I found another gate. I would use my claws again, but I had no time for this. The shocks would kill me at any time now! I repeatedly started to punch the vent. I didn't care how much it hurt by then, I needed to ge-.
The air duct fell along with me;
I was free. It was a victory, but a short-lived one until I heard a man yell,
"FREEZE!" I turned around and saw a gun pointed towards my face. The man seemed unfamiliar to me. "Put your hands in the air!" He yelled. I didn't. I approached slowly towards him. "FREEZE! I said put your hands to the air!" I shook my head In a furious manner. I laughed psychotically and glared at him, "How about you burn?" I chuckled at my remark as I breathed a breath of fire onto him. I saw his body burst into flames as I just stood there, gazing into his soul. He looked back in terror and spoke no final words. I watched his corpse shrivel up as a surge of red enveloped my body. "Your death has been proven beneficial to my body." I stated again. "Maybe, if there is a next time, you'll think twice about approaching me." My lizard like tongue slithered out of my mouth, as I could basically taste his pain like it was a good thing. My tongue retreated as I shook my head. An innocent look appeared on my face.
"Uhh," I stared at the ash and leftover flames like I knew nothing about them. I saw a set of keys laying down in the ash, picked them up, turned away, and fled to rescue Pick. I also was looking out for anyone else who’s trapped in the cells.
A figure emerged from a turn in the area, seeming like he saw the whole thing. A surprised look left his face speechless as he slowly followed him, afraid. He was rembering what was murmured to the burning guy.
I traversed back to a pair of doors and opened them all together. And of course it led to the cells. But unfortunately a person stood in the center of the room. He smirked as the light reflected off of his red shaded glasses.
"Hello!" I said with a smile. Rockmax took a few steps forward towards me but in response, I stepped backwards due to a source of fear. "Rockmax, that is you, right?" I asked as my back hit the double doors. I leaned against it, trying to push force to escape. But to no avail, something was blocking on the other side. I shook my head, Why am I always in these situations?
I gave an evil grin, as did Rockmax. I went in to try and make the first punch, but he quickly dodged and gave an uppercut in defense. I was thrown towards the ground.
"Get back in your cell." He said. But I got back up and charged for him again, this time he grabbed my arm and twisted it, which I did not find comfortable. He slammed my face against the wall. He grabbed me in a chokehold. I coughed as the lack of air was suffocating me. I tried to kick him back, but I couldn't since he was clutching my neck too hard. He spun the barrel of a gun towards my head.
"Or should I tell everyone in here about Saccrev?!"
This is when I stopped myself.
I stopped moving, but I wasn't dead. I shook my head.
"Please don't!" I insisted against his offer. "How did you k-"
"I have my ways." Rockmax replied with his evil grin still fixated on my face. I didn't like that.
"Even if I let you live, I'll still tell them." He reclaimed his statement.
"Pruz, what is he talking about?" Pick asked in confusion. I stared at her through the corner of my eye.
"Don't listen to him Pick! He's full of words of lies!"
"Oh come on Pruz, if that's your real name. You know you want to release the evil inside you! The anger! You want to feel the power that you once held to yourself!"
"No!" Thoughts of rage were entering my brain left and right.
"Pruz?!" Pick looked worried, but she could do nothing behind the steel bars.
"You know you want to!" Then suddenly, a patch of darkness appeared on the left side of my face. I let go of myself. My horns expanded and grew larger. I sprouted a black wing that ripped a hole on the back of my chest piece. My left eye was left rendered all black as the darkness covered that side. The darkness had stopped; something was not letting go. Sound of growling appeared audible from the noises escaping my mouth.
"YES!" Rockmax sneered with delight. His cheering was short lived when a slight
CLICK, CLICK,
was heard and a shot fired into his skull. He dropped me as I was on the ground panting for air. Deep panting was sounded. The keys were on the floor. The guy that had followed me managed to save me just in time before the '2009' incident would have been reborn again. The guy bent down, grabbed the keys, and ignoring my hacking. He proceeded to open all the cell doors for the people that were still living. The man put me on his shoulders and the whole group finally had the chance to go outside to live a free life again.
They arrived in the forest. They set me down on a fallen log andthere guy tried starting a fire using rocks, and already prepared sticks.
Back at the facility, Rockmax was bleeding out on the floor. His blood had turned dark until it was a full black color. Both of his eyes had turned black,
"Fools!" He punched a wall, as it collapsed into rubble.
"They don't know anything! And yet they still trust him. Ha!" He grinned evilly as he disappeared into the walls back into his main room with Birm.
Panting was heard as Pawz fled from the original post. 'What to do?' She wondered while they were still chasing her. Pawz went out of breath for a while when she found herself in a plateau of brown, metamorphic-like rock. She tried looking for a way to strike through the rocks and then she found it. An alternate escape. Pawz pressed her body against the rock and quickly managed to make it through.
She found a passageway towards a short cave extension. There was even some raw fish, preprepared onto small metal dishes. She was hungry. It's Goldilocks all over again. Instead, she stuffed most of the fish in her mouth. She was relentless! Bite after bite, she grew weary, and slept on a rock carved into the shape of a bed. She walked over to it to rest, but before she had gotten there, she had passed out. Pawz had enough for one day.
The group from the facility, including Pick and I, headed West to meet back up at the main cobbled roads. Once we arrived, we thought about dispersing, but the newcomer rejected the thought. He told us that something was wrong, very wrong.
The guy fortunately put me down as I had regained consciousness. I tried recollecting my thoughts, but there were none. No one has paid any attention to me, the shortly dead guy. Why would they? They seem normal to me as well!
Ha!
I'm just joking.
That is when we started asking questions. In response, he told no answer. The silence made me feel awkward so I decided to break it.
"So, now that we're all together..." I continued, "We might as well introduce ourselves!" I exclaim as I had started us off.
"My name is Pruz..." I started and looked over to a girl standing against a tree. She seemed to be cutting up the tree with her knife. "And who are you, my lovely lady?" I asked, leaning in towards her.
She rolled her eyes, not giving a response. I slowly retreated from my stance back towards the center of the forest.
"Pruz, she doesn't like being called out be name." Pick told me. My smile quickly faded. I shook my head. I didn't speak. I felt like I helped nothing and ignore everyone around me. I looked around and grabbed large sticks and branches to mark base with; I started setting up shelter. No one else apparently did anything either. They all just stared like I was something unnatural. The new guy also had gazed at me with still eyes. I peeked out of the corners of my eyes from time to time and there he was...
...still staring.
