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Sci-fi Roleplay Story by Nobody: 2:35pm On Sep 15, 2014 |
something we all do on fictionpress. There Is a Light Alexander Bane woke up in a cold sweat, sitting up instantly. He flailed wildly when he realized his arms were tied down to the bed that he couldn't see. He couldn't see anything, in fact. Wherever he was, he was in complete darkness. He knew that these were iron manacles holding him down; the cold metal bit hard in his skin. Somehow, though, he managed to break loose. There was just a snap, and the chains holding him down were broken. Then he clawed at the cuffs, and he felt metal shred away under his fingernails. He knew this was impossible, but he was too scared to think about it for even a moment. When Alex finally gathered his senses, he realized that he was not in total darkness. He could see concrete walls around him, and tiny punture holes in his arms, most likely from needles. He looked around for the light source, and saw a tiny crack of golden luminescence from under a door. He carefully slid off the bed and regained his balance. His body felt new. When he was comfortable, he walked over to the door and twisted the doorknob. It wasn't locked. He pushed it wide open, and shielded his sensitive eyes against the sudden burst of daylight. When his eyes had adjusted, he looked around. This was some sort of storage area. Everywhere he looked, there were warehouses. There wasn't a soul in sight, and when he walked forward and glanced behind him, he saw that he'd come out of an abandoned warehouse as well. He knew it was cold - he could see it in his misting breath, but he couldn't feel it on his skin. He was wearing nothing but underclothes and a hospital gown. He didn't even have shoes, but somehow, the freezing temperature didn't bother him. He glanced under his fingernails and dug under one, realizing that there were metal shavings from where he'd... torn off iron cuffs? |
Re: Sci-fi Roleplay Story by Nobody: 2:43pm On Sep 15, 2014 |
"Wake up, sleeping beauty," came the bored, deep tone that jolted the young adult up. He didn't reach full consciousness at first, just the pounding headache that seemed to dull everything else...but that one voice seemed to part the pain and made it's way directly into Mercutio's brain. It wasn't until exactly three minutes of the migraine that he began to become aware of, well, everything. The moment he cracked his eyes to peer into the stream of sunlight going directly into his eyes everything seemed to happen at once. Everything seemed to magnify by a billion times and made Marcus want to just pass out again. When did the sun become so bright? Since when did silence seem so... loud? It was as if his senses were trying to compensate for years of complete oblivion and nothingness. "Get used to it, princess." Okay, who the hell was that? After a few minutes everything seemed to become normal again and the headache turned into nothing more than a dulling throb, but after the sharpness of everything previously everything just seemed out of focus. There was so much to process and Mercutio could only take so much. Marcus became aware of the rope stinging his wrists and the man smirking down at him, whom he could barely make out in the limited light. He became aware that he was cold and felt a thin fabric separating him from the sharp, cold air. "Well? Get up," the man demanded. Even though the man had only spoken less than fifteen words to him, Mercutio already hated the guy. "Shut up and tell me what's going on!" His angry command echoed off the walls, irritating his head even more. +++ Curious now, Alexander walked over to another warehouse and tapped hard with one finger. Concrete broke away. He pushed hard with both hands now, and cracks spread along the side of the small building. He frowned in confusion, and pushed as hard as he could. The wall instantly caved in, and he coughed as dust filled his lungs. "Thank God!" a voice yelled at Alex from where he lay facedown in the rubble. "I was beginning to think I was trapped!" Alex lifted himself out of the debris and saw a young man who must have been just a few years younger than himself. He was standing in front of Alex, and he was wearing a similar hospital gown. "What... what's going on?" Alex asked, confused. He glanced behind dark-haired man and saw a bed and iron manacles similar to the ones that had held him down. These ones, however, weren't broken. "How did you get out?" The man shrugged. "I don't know. I saw a key on the floor, and I sort of... twisted myself. To be honest, I had no idea I was that flexible. I got it between my toes, and then unlocked it." True to his word, the man flicked a key up from the floor with his feet and caught it with two fingers. "Pretty cool, huh?" Alexander just grunted and glanced around. He was still confused as to how he'd just broken an eight inch-thick concrete wall with his bare hands. +++ "God, would you shut up?" It wasn't the man's voice, it was a feminine voice. And all it took was the quick look around he did with his head that it took for the man to vanish from sight. Cursing under his breath, he focused on finding the source of the new sound instead. His voice was rough and cracked, as if he hadn't spoken in awhile. The girl's, however, was fluid and well practiced and close. Glaring into the shadows for any sign of another person, he found none and returned to sitting upright with his hands tied to a metal bar. But with the rope being loose and frayed, he managed to wriggle out of it, rubbing his wrists once they were free from the bounds. Mercutio would of moved if it weren't for his legs feeling like lead. There was a sound, like something collapsing, but he could care less. Marcus closed his eyes and waited to fall unconscious again. Then, someone started to shake his shoulder, earning a low growl from him. Cracking his eyes open, he saw the silhouette of a girl, probably younger than him, but he was too exhausted to take in the details. He could make out the glint of handcuffs dangling from one of her wrists though. "Come on sleeping beauty..." she muttered sounding doubtful but concerned. +++ "I"m Seth," the man told Alex after a few seconds of silence. "Seth Sable." He offered his hand. "Alexander Bane," he replied, shaking his hand. "Should we check the other warehouses? There might be more people." Seth shrugged. "I was thinking we should get out of here, but... that sounds like a good idea, I suppose." Alex nodded, and began walking along and opening the doors of the other warehouses. Where there were no doors, he broke down the walls while Seth stared in awe. He didn't say anything, though - Alex seemed focused on making sure they left to stone unturned. For some reason, he couldn't stand the idea of leaving while there was stillt he smallest chance somebody might be trapped. +++ |
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