Post by Gabriel Seran on Sept 22, 2008 17:43:34 GMT -8
(OOC: This is after the CF event: Gabriel's alter ego is dealing with past issues all welcome to join in)
IC:
At the end of this road each of us has to decide, Are you the hero to this fairytale?
The Villain?
Or something else?
A cool breeze swept across the turquoise blue sheets of the medically clean room. A blinding white raised the question: Am I dead? He was alive, to some extent, the bulge that disrupted the cascading river of blue atop the bed. The steady breathing held an abnormal calm that made the room seem like a cemetery. A disrupting hum broke the eerie silence.
The Machines continued the repetition:
Beep………..Beep……..Beep…….
“What am I!?!?!” A voice bellowed from beneath the breathing apparatus.
A fury of writhing tore apart the wires attached to the machines sending off a flare of alarms. Immediately a pair of heavyset men came into the room equipped with enough sedatives to kill a horse. The force overcame the two but not without receiving a large dose of the paralyzing sedative.
It screamed with an animal wrath.
In seconds it was calm again.
A tall man made his entrance dressed in an all black suit. He was pale white, tone enough to make a formidable foe. He stood but three feet from the bedside and was flanked by two similar figures of equal stature.
The suit stared out from a pair of dark shades.
“Well Mr. Seran, We have a problem here.”
“The name’s Reven!” The mass struggled against the restraints vengefully.
The suit seemed undeterred from the cold response.
“It seems to us that you’re causing a bit of trouble,” The suit continued calmly raising his voice with smugger malignance with each word, “First you don’t die, then you go about messing up our plans.” The insidious grin circled his bead the way a predator would, tightening down the straps.
A long barrel was drawn from the suit’s right hand pocket as the dark silleuette of the gun protruded outward. With a nod the two other suits took up positions outside the room to prevent interference
Reven felt the barrel of the gun graze his forehead and find a resting place along his temple.
“Stupid fuck you knew we’d catch you sometime.” The armed man spit from a victorious face
The hammer came back with a click.
“You can’t catch the darkness” the grin on the suits face vanished as Reven shot out and disarmed him driving the armrest on which his was restrained to into his aggressors eye.
* * * *
Still semi-injured Reven Hobbled down the hall avoiding the two guards who cleared his wing of any nosey hospital staff. His gown left him vulnerable and revealed, so he made his way to the staff changing rooms swiftly. The walls of the room resembled those of his high school gyms not bearing any particular shade of color or scent. Though the room had a scent of its own flavored of soap and latex gloves caught his senses in a freefall.
“Hey! You get back to your room!” came an angry voice from a small asian woman about the age of thirty-five.
“Give me your clothes!” Reven breathed as he drew the gun from its awkward resting place beneath the gown, “Now!”
* * * *
Reven found his way into a pair of feminine jeans that applied far too much pressure on his package than he found comfortable and luckily found use in the one size fit all t-shirt the woman had supplied him with. He newly placed his gun in the front of the jeans applying a slight space to displace his manhood about. Once finished adjusting to the inconvenience he readjusted his gaze on the woman.
“I’m not going to kill you; by the time they find you I’ll be gone.” Reven murmured as he pulled out the changing room pacing towards the exit, a new man.
IC:
At the end of this road each of us has to decide, Are you the hero to this fairytale?
The Villain?
Or something else?
A cool breeze swept across the turquoise blue sheets of the medically clean room. A blinding white raised the question: Am I dead? He was alive, to some extent, the bulge that disrupted the cascading river of blue atop the bed. The steady breathing held an abnormal calm that made the room seem like a cemetery. A disrupting hum broke the eerie silence.
The Machines continued the repetition:
Beep………..Beep……..Beep…….
“What am I!?!?!” A voice bellowed from beneath the breathing apparatus.
A fury of writhing tore apart the wires attached to the machines sending off a flare of alarms. Immediately a pair of heavyset men came into the room equipped with enough sedatives to kill a horse. The force overcame the two but not without receiving a large dose of the paralyzing sedative.
It screamed with an animal wrath.
In seconds it was calm again.
A tall man made his entrance dressed in an all black suit. He was pale white, tone enough to make a formidable foe. He stood but three feet from the bedside and was flanked by two similar figures of equal stature.
The suit stared out from a pair of dark shades.
“Well Mr. Seran, We have a problem here.”
“The name’s Reven!” The mass struggled against the restraints vengefully.
The suit seemed undeterred from the cold response.
“It seems to us that you’re causing a bit of trouble,” The suit continued calmly raising his voice with smugger malignance with each word, “First you don’t die, then you go about messing up our plans.” The insidious grin circled his bead the way a predator would, tightening down the straps.
A long barrel was drawn from the suit’s right hand pocket as the dark silleuette of the gun protruded outward. With a nod the two other suits took up positions outside the room to prevent interference
Reven felt the barrel of the gun graze his forehead and find a resting place along his temple.
“Stupid fuck you knew we’d catch you sometime.” The armed man spit from a victorious face
The hammer came back with a click.
“You can’t catch the darkness” the grin on the suits face vanished as Reven shot out and disarmed him driving the armrest on which his was restrained to into his aggressors eye.
* * * *
Still semi-injured Reven Hobbled down the hall avoiding the two guards who cleared his wing of any nosey hospital staff. His gown left him vulnerable and revealed, so he made his way to the staff changing rooms swiftly. The walls of the room resembled those of his high school gyms not bearing any particular shade of color or scent. Though the room had a scent of its own flavored of soap and latex gloves caught his senses in a freefall.
“Hey! You get back to your room!” came an angry voice from a small asian woman about the age of thirty-five.
“Give me your clothes!” Reven breathed as he drew the gun from its awkward resting place beneath the gown, “Now!”
* * * *
Reven found his way into a pair of feminine jeans that applied far too much pressure on his package than he found comfortable and luckily found use in the one size fit all t-shirt the woman had supplied him with. He newly placed his gun in the front of the jeans applying a slight space to displace his manhood about. Once finished adjusting to the inconvenience he readjusted his gaze on the woman.
“I’m not going to kill you; by the time they find you I’ll be gone.” Reven murmured as he pulled out the changing room pacing towards the exit, a new man.