Post by Rated R on Nov 5, 2007 11:25:27 GMT -5
My head is pounding as I awake from a pre induced sleep. Although I am awake it is still un naturally dark. That is when I realize that I am blindfolded and tied to a chair. I have a weird taste stuck in my mouth. I can tell that it is the drug that was used to knock me out.
I have no idea where I am, the last thing that I remember is getting home, opening my front door, the next thing I remember is being here, where ever here is.
I am in the unusual situation of not being in control of my own decisions. The darkness that clouds my vision is not exactly welcoming, and I still cant get the putrid taste of drugs out of my mouth. I can hear voices a few feet away, but I cant tell who they are coming from. The only thing I can tell is that they are talking about me.
One voice is loud and deep, and from what I can tell the owner of said voice is not exactly the smallest person in the room. I can make out the words “mistake” and “useless”, which I think are directed at me.
Another voice belongs to a female, although I can’t make out much of what she is saying. Her voice seems calm and soothing, as well as young.
The final voice I can make out starts talking quite late in the conversation. It’s another man, but this one seems calm, although there is harshness in his tone. The only words I make out from his are “He will do perfectly”.
There are other sounds coming from around me, most of them are footsteps, people running around. The louder voice barks out a few words to them, the final being “remove the blindfold”.
I feel a hand come in front of my head and slowly remove’s the blindfold. At first my vision is blurry, but as it slowly focuses on the area I am in my eyes dart around to take in the surrounding environment. I am in a large building, which I can immediately figure out is a warehouse. Boxes surround the room, many of which are being moved from one place to another by a number of people, none of which are particularly worth remembering.
In front of me stand three people, obviously the three voices that I could hear just moments ago. Two men and one woman. The one man is large, mostly muscle, most likely in his early thirties. He is wearing mostly black, as are the other two. The other man is in his late fifties, wearing a black cloak, obviously copying my style. He is short, and looks quite feeble. His hair is graying and he has a long grey beard. He looks like one of those wizards you see in films. That’s when I see the women, and I get the shock of my life.
It takes me a few minutes to realize who I am staring at. Roxy.
Trace Demon: Roxy, but you were…
The shock is apparent in my voice, although I don’t get a chance to finish my sentence.
Roxy: Yes, I was kidnapped by the Disciples, but thanks to these two I got away. No help from you though.
She is right about the fact that I did not help when she was taken. I look behind to see that the older man is chuckling after her comment.
Trace: Something funny old man.
The larger guy moves forward, obviously planning to react to my comments with force. I brace myself. I can’t do anything, my hands are still tied behind the seat, and I have no chance of getting out. Apparently whoever tied my up is a master of knots.
The blow never comes however. I slowly open my eyes to see that the old man is holding his arm out, as if to order the larger one of the pair from attacking.
?: Do you know why you are here?
Trace: I think the main question is who the hell are you?
? : Forgive me, my name is Kite, and the largish man standing next to me is called Brute.
Trace: Not hard to see why.
Kite lets out a small laugh, although him having a sense of humor does not exactly reassure me.
Kite: And of course, you already know Roxy.
Trace: I used to.
I look at my former friend; her hair is now black with parts of red dyed in. She has grown it longer, and it is now tied in a ponytail that slopes over her shoulder.
Trace: What do you want with me?
Kite: Well, as you may have noticed, our world is in a drastic situation.
Trace: It may have come to my attention.
Kite: We are going to end this, to rebuild the world, one part at a time.
Trace: And how do you propose to do this?
Kite: First off we start by becoming influential, which is where you come in. We need you to become influential within WFWF, you need to become a household name, and you can begin this by winning a shot at that Hardcore X title.
Trace: So, you’re a fan of wrestling.
Kite takes no notice of the sarcasm in my voice, and answers seriously.
Kite: I know of it. So, will you join us, and aid us in our quest to make the world a better place.
It’s obvious that this guy is a whole load of crazy, but he does have a method to his madness. The world does need changing, and Kite is handing me a chance to be influential in bringing this across. Plus, I think it would be better to be on his good side right now.
There really is only one answer.
Trace: You can count me in.
I have no idea where I am, the last thing that I remember is getting home, opening my front door, the next thing I remember is being here, where ever here is.
I am in the unusual situation of not being in control of my own decisions. The darkness that clouds my vision is not exactly welcoming, and I still cant get the putrid taste of drugs out of my mouth. I can hear voices a few feet away, but I cant tell who they are coming from. The only thing I can tell is that they are talking about me.
One voice is loud and deep, and from what I can tell the owner of said voice is not exactly the smallest person in the room. I can make out the words “mistake” and “useless”, which I think are directed at me.
Another voice belongs to a female, although I can’t make out much of what she is saying. Her voice seems calm and soothing, as well as young.
The final voice I can make out starts talking quite late in the conversation. It’s another man, but this one seems calm, although there is harshness in his tone. The only words I make out from his are “He will do perfectly”.
There are other sounds coming from around me, most of them are footsteps, people running around. The louder voice barks out a few words to them, the final being “remove the blindfold”.
I feel a hand come in front of my head and slowly remove’s the blindfold. At first my vision is blurry, but as it slowly focuses on the area I am in my eyes dart around to take in the surrounding environment. I am in a large building, which I can immediately figure out is a warehouse. Boxes surround the room, many of which are being moved from one place to another by a number of people, none of which are particularly worth remembering.
In front of me stand three people, obviously the three voices that I could hear just moments ago. Two men and one woman. The one man is large, mostly muscle, most likely in his early thirties. He is wearing mostly black, as are the other two. The other man is in his late fifties, wearing a black cloak, obviously copying my style. He is short, and looks quite feeble. His hair is graying and he has a long grey beard. He looks like one of those wizards you see in films. That’s when I see the women, and I get the shock of my life.
It takes me a few minutes to realize who I am staring at. Roxy.
Trace Demon: Roxy, but you were…
The shock is apparent in my voice, although I don’t get a chance to finish my sentence.
Roxy: Yes, I was kidnapped by the Disciples, but thanks to these two I got away. No help from you though.
She is right about the fact that I did not help when she was taken. I look behind to see that the older man is chuckling after her comment.
Trace: Something funny old man.
The larger guy moves forward, obviously planning to react to my comments with force. I brace myself. I can’t do anything, my hands are still tied behind the seat, and I have no chance of getting out. Apparently whoever tied my up is a master of knots.
The blow never comes however. I slowly open my eyes to see that the old man is holding his arm out, as if to order the larger one of the pair from attacking.
?: Do you know why you are here?
Trace: I think the main question is who the hell are you?
? : Forgive me, my name is Kite, and the largish man standing next to me is called Brute.
Trace: Not hard to see why.
Kite lets out a small laugh, although him having a sense of humor does not exactly reassure me.
Kite: And of course, you already know Roxy.
Trace: I used to.
I look at my former friend; her hair is now black with parts of red dyed in. She has grown it longer, and it is now tied in a ponytail that slopes over her shoulder.
Trace: What do you want with me?
Kite: Well, as you may have noticed, our world is in a drastic situation.
Trace: It may have come to my attention.
Kite: We are going to end this, to rebuild the world, one part at a time.
Trace: And how do you propose to do this?
Kite: First off we start by becoming influential, which is where you come in. We need you to become influential within WFWF, you need to become a household name, and you can begin this by winning a shot at that Hardcore X title.
Trace: So, you’re a fan of wrestling.
Kite takes no notice of the sarcasm in my voice, and answers seriously.
Kite: I know of it. So, will you join us, and aid us in our quest to make the world a better place.
It’s obvious that this guy is a whole load of crazy, but he does have a method to his madness. The world does need changing, and Kite is handing me a chance to be influential in bringing this across. Plus, I think it would be better to be on his good side right now.
There really is only one answer.
Trace: You can count me in.
