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Qualapec:
--- Quote ---"Crap." That was an understatment...
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I didn't have time to gather enough wits about me before a low growl rumbled in the creature I carried. I felt it more than heard it, which was impressive considering the size. Dull shock shot through me as I glanced down at the creature. Slowly, but all too quickly the six eyes opened to wolf-like golden eyes. Myself and the messenger beast stared at each other for a moment. Knowing that if I moved it would kill me. More importantly, it knew that if I moved it would kill me.
Could I pull the Light Sabre from my jeans before it could latch onto my throat? Or would it just be best to stand there, keeping it in a staring contest until its master came to claim his pet and prize? What to do, oh what to do.
It made the first move, its legs stiffened and it launched its massive jaws at my throat from point blank range. I couldn't have grasped the Light Sabre even if I'd had time to consider the option. Long, sharp fangs slipped through my skin and muscles, severing tendons and vessels. Through the searing pain in my neck and head I tried to reach for the weapon in my pants, or at very least tried to kick and wretch myself free of the hound. My efforts were abruptly halted with a sharp twist of jaws that ended in all feeling disapearing from my body, and my neck at a wrong angle. The thought crossed my mind that I had to be dead, otherwise it would be hurting, right? The other thought that crossed my mind was Debbie. We were friends, why would she possibly want this for me? What alternitives could she have had? Were we ever friends? In those moments I lost all desire for retribution, all that remained was the question of why.
And the beast swallowed me, body and soul. With as great an ease as it had swallowed the hand...
GWiz:
--- Quote from: Qualapec on February 27, 2008, 05:11:37 AM ---And the beast swallowed me, body and soul. With as great an ease as it had swallowed the hand...
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I woke up. I wasn’t dead. Or, if I was dead, I certainly didn’t expect it to be like this. The first thing I noticed was the cold floor. Stone. Cold. Amplified by my nudity. HEY! Who the hell stole my clothes? I’m not normally described as modest, but I'm not exactly an exhibitionist, either. I sat up, which did lots of unpleasant things to my balance. Eventually, I felt like I might be able to check out the rest of the room without emptying my stomach. Small, maybe ten feet to a side. Two bodies chained to the wall. Dead bodies. One fresh, one not so fresh. Was I worried? Did I panic? Hell no, the mummy to my right had clothes which I was determined to liberate.
Since my cell mates were hung from the wrists, it was easy to strip the pants off my deceased benefactor (I eschewed his undies, though) but the shirt was a different matter. I ended up ripping a hunk of material away from my desiccated friend and wrapping it around my chest. I now looked like a hooker from a South Beach graveyard, but hey, as least I was covered. My continued exploration of my new digs, and any further ponderings as to how I got here, were interrupted by heavy, clanging steps swiftly approaching. In the dim torchlight (torchlight? Who uses torches anymore….) I could just make out the heavy ironbound door behind me. Keys rattled in the lock and the door swung inward with a groaning sigh.
“Wow. Great ensemble,” she said. “Nuevo Decomposed?”
meg_evonne:
"Debbie?" :D
GWiz:
--- Quote from: meg_evonne on February 27, 2008, 07:32:25 PM ---"Debbie?" :D
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"Wrong, sweetie. But she's on the list too."
Kristine:
--- Quote from: GWiz on February 27, 2008, 09:32:40 PM ---"Wrong, sweetie. But she's on the list too."
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"What list?" I said bluntly.
She smiled as if I had said something funny.
I pointed at the floor I had just occupied, "Listen lady, I was just eaten by a big dog with six eyes, I was put in a cell with two dead..." I tried to identify the gender of my cell mates and failed, "...people, and worst of all, I was attacked by a medeavil knight spouting off about the Sunflower... "
"Wildflower." she corrected archly
"Wildflower, wildfire, wilderbeast...whatever he was, he was PISSED OFF at me for no good reason!" I took a breath as I knew this special brand of supernatural weirdness did not take kindly to the normals like me getting uppity. "I'm supposed to get a phone call." I finished lamely.
She raised one of the segmented shapeshifter eyebrows that looked so much like Debbie's, "We don't have a...phone..." she seemed amused and I resisted telling her she looked a lot like my half breed friend, just to see her come unglued.
"Look, I've always said I'd prefer to stay out of sight of the supernatural big boys, Why, for the love of all that is wholesome would I have a working light saber at my house other than it was left their by someone else?"
She cocked her head quizicly at me, "Is that what you saw it as?" she was suppressing a grin and I wanted to strangle her.
"Yes, that's what it was" I said patienty as if I was talking to a child, then it dawned on me what she had just implied, "What was it really?"
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