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 Posted: Sun May 20, 2007 8:34 am
((Sylph))
....u...ugh....
You slowly flitter your eyes open...only to be greeted by more darkness and unforgiving silence.....
[Activated.]
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Posted: Thu May 24, 2007 11:06 am
Sylph slolwy raised his aching head, and rubbed his thumping temples with a shaky arm. He couldn't even see his scratched arms in front of his huge eyes, his chalk white skin slightly Illuminating the pitch blackness of the dead room. He took a rasping breath, and tried to stand. His knees collided with something hard, and metal. He cascaded forwards, his forehead smashing into cold metal. He hit the stone floor, and felt his arm crunch under the weight of a cold weight.
He blinked furiously, determined to adjust to the light. He scrunched his eyes tight shut, and opened them, his pupils contracting. He could just make out a solid outline of what looked like an overturned table in the few seconds before his eyes adjusted to normal. He braced his tiny muscles, gritted his teeth and pushed up with his free hand up against the table. He felt himself falter.
With a heaving sound, the Table slipped free of his arm, and but fell backwards, and this time, a smashing noise echoed aroudn the cold black room. He flexed his arm muscles, trying to gain the feeling back.
A sudden narrow beam of light caught his pale eyes, and he scrambled forwards. Perhaps an aid of getting out of this box room. He couldn't remeber a thing, except a agonising pain before blacking out.
Sylph's bony fingers closed around a small cylinder, a beam of light produting from the end. His face lit up with the light of the torch.
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Posted: Thu May 24, 2007 4:33 pm
((Sylph))
[Good. Try taking even less liberty. I know it's hard, but you all start out with little freedoms.]
The flashlight had a small note attached to it's handle.
Now you can see where you're going to die. ^-^
Well, that's just ******** great...was there even a way out? How had he gotten in here in the first place...?
Goddamn...the room ,as far as he could see from the little bit of new light, was pure concrete. Aside from the table, he couldn't make out anything but cold, slightly...damp concrete. But he was in the middle of the room, after all...
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Posted: Mon May 28, 2007 1:58 am
Sylph steadied himself on his feet, swinging the beam of the torch on the floor around him. Nothing except grey concrete. He stepped to his right slowly taking small steps, hoping to find the wall, perhaps there was a door somewhere...
He stretched his arm out, and found a wall. Cold and damp, like the floor. He could feel something wet by his feet and jumped back, the beam shining onto some liquid secreting from the wall. Probably just liquid fungi or something...
He followed the walll along, keeping one hand on the wall, moving it up and down, determined too find a door handle or ridge. His breathing was becoming heavier his chest rising less and less. A sudden pain tore through his head as his skull bounced off the concrete wall. Sylph fumbled, and dropped the torch. He swore out loud, rubbing his head as he picked the torch back up. He had walked straght into a corner of the room, being so focused on his breathing.
He followed the walls again. All the way round. Nothing. At all. But how had he got in? It didn't look like anyone had mened a section of wall and as though they had knocked the wall down to put him in there. He couldn't have been lifted in through a sky lift or anything...
Yes! The ceiling! perhaps he had been dropped in?!
Sylph pointed the torch up frantically, the narrow beam seemed to die slightly, the batteries running out. He scanned the ceiling, no holes or chunks missing. Of course... there would have been some light flitting through if there had been a hole or anything. He felt panic take over...
There was no way out. He was going to die in here.
He stumbled forwards, trying to hold back tears and gasps of panic. His skinny knees collided painfully with the corner of the metal table, he cried out as he flew forwards, his bare feet scraping against another corner. He skidded forwards on his chest, the thin scrap of material ripping. His head stopped inches of the wall, his chin landing in the wet liquid he had seen before.
It was then that he saw it. A tiny, miniscule crack of light and cold air. Was it even there? was he seeing things? no he could feel the air blowing softly on his face. Scrambling forwards to his knees, he followed the crack with the torch light. It was circle shaped, and big. Big enough to fit through. Dropping the torch, he tried frantically to dig his stick thin fingers into the groove, rip the boulder out. His figners scratched, and he felt his nails snap off. He ignored the pain, and carried on.
He felt as if his finger was going to be torn off. It was useless. He caught a small breath. He couldn't give up. Not now he had found a way out.
Grabbing the cylinder of the torch, he swung it back, and thrust it forwards with all the strength he could muster. The plastic splintered, but the concrete cracked a little. Again he smashes the torch end into the ridge. Again. Again. The torch end broke of completley and the batteries slipped slightly so the light faltered for a second. Again. The narrow ridge of light thickened, concrete crumbling to the floor.
"Yes! YES!" Sylph cried out, ramming his fist into the rough hole.
With a few heaves and pushes, the boulder slowly edged forwards, finally falling over itself with a crash.
Grabbing the torch, Sylph scrambled through the hole with surprising ease. It seemed to fit his body, as if it had been made for him..
He felt his foot come free of the Box Room and he breathed a sigh of relief.. but, where was he now?.
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Posted: Mon May 28, 2007 7:45 am
((Sylph))
His feet touched down on cold linoleum. Well, at least it was better than concrete...woah! God, the other side was ******** bright. Squinting as he did so, Sylph was able to scan his new surroundings...
He couldn't really see well right off the bat...but he sure could...yeah, he could definitely smell something fould. Kinda like...rotting flesh? Blood? Yeah, something had definitely died in here. Gross. Nearly gagging on the scent, he could finally start to see the rest of the well-lit cell in front of him.
Oh, s**t. He'd never seen so much blood in his life. In fact, blood, bone, and decaying entrails all made their way up around the walls and on the floor, making one huge Jackson Pollack of gore. It was disgusting...no wonder it smelled...something was in the middle of the room, though. A plie of, well, it kind of looked ********! Bodies!
s**t. This was ******** sick....at least 50 unrecognizable, mauled corpses lay strewn about on the once pristine floor, hanging over each other, oozing fluids...eyes dead as night. He caught a glimpse of one infantile wreck...a poor, innocent baby, and almost lost it right there. There was no doubt that the large cavity in his forehead was caused by some type of firearm. ********! Sweeping to his right, away from the trauma, he found a door. s**t. He was drowning in this despair...another corpse leaned against this one...head impaled through the brass doorknob. God...when would this all en-
Drip. Drip. Drip.
Drip? What the-oh no. Looking up, he saw a ceiling fan, spinning slowly...probably from the weight of the six children impaled via forehead to its sharp white blades...
He was swimming in death now, and felt it pulling him in. Why would someone do this? To anyone...let ********. This was wrong. Just ******** wrong.
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Posted: Tue May 29, 2007 2:41 am
The smell. He was heaving, vomiting slightly onto the blood stained floor. The smell clogged up his nose, sinking into his body, his fibres and pores. It was foul, disgusting, horrific. He was surrounded by them, the bodies, on the floor, the ceiling and walls. He tried to take a step, but his legs gave way and he fell, his head landing next to a face, covered in dries blood, its eyes hanging out. He vomited again.
Sylph's head was spinning. His heart was slowing. He had to focus, the quicker he focused, the quicker he could get out of here, get away from this.. this blood bath.
Closing his eyes, breathing slowly through his mouth and thinking hard, Sylph tried to ignore the bubbling sickness in his stomach. He needed to get out of that door.. but the two bodies.. ones head was impaled, stuck onto the handle. There was no way he'd be able to move it, he'd faint or pass out.. he needed to move it somehow...
He looked down at the torch in his hands, and a lightbulb turned on. Taking large steps over the bodies, and determindley not looking at the bodies, staring at the only body free space on the wall, Sylph reached the door. It had once been white, like the rest of the room, and like the rest of the room was now covered in blood.
"Come on Sylph.. focus... focus.." he told himself as he gripped the torch with white knuckles.
He swung his hand over his head, and brung it down again, the cylinder smashing into the door handle, where it joined with the actual door. The handle buckled. The head wobbled dangerously. Gulping back vomit he bought the torch back down, the handle half coming off with a crack. But the torch had had enough bashing this time, and shattered into small pieces. Sylph swore.
He was going to have to use his hands. He took one last deep breath, and grabbed the cracking handle. With a heave the handle came free, putting him off balance slightly. But worse more, the head that had been imapled tore from its body, swinging grossly with the handle in Sylph's now blood stained hands.
"Ahhh!" he cried in disgust, dropping the handle and head immediatley.
He forced down some vomit, and slid his shaking hand into the hole where the handle had been, fumbling for the lock mechanism.
He couldn't find anything... it was just a hole.. no! he found it!. With a loud clicking noise, the door burst open, Sylph stumbling through. He wiped sweat off his brow and looked around. What was he to face now?
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Posted: Tue May 29, 2007 3:48 pm
((Sylph))
Air. Fresh air! Taking in the new and now unusual substance in large, burning gulps, he heaved, breathing out the pain, fear and sorrow he'd acquired in the last, thankfully short-lived chambers behind him.
But where was he now?
The new hallway was pristine and white, what the massive coffin behind him would've been, were it not for the countless bodies inside. In fact, there weren't any bodies at all in here! No blood, no bones...just bright lights, egg-white walls and ceiling, and a checkerboard tile floor below his feet.
The hallway stretched farther than he could see, and veered off to the right just at its horizon. Wherever this room was, he could understand why it was so separated from whatever main rooms there were. The smell...not such a good thing. But why would someone have a room like that, in any establishment? Better yet, who were those people back there...and who killed them?
That would be me, Sylph.
What? Who was that!? It sounded as if the man's voice came from within his own mind...but it couldn't have, could it?
Yes. Yes it could. Hello. My name's Xen. Right now, you can't see me, but I'm right down the very hallway you're standing in...and I can't help but wonder... You know, I thought to myself as I detected your life essence with this nifty little brain of mine, 'Why is that boy over there? Isn't he supposed to be contained right about now?' Now, I may be a telepath...and a damn good shot...but I can't read the past. So please, enlighten me, friend. How...and why...did you get over here?
He could feel his mind tense up with the end of the last phrase. Whoever it belonged to, the smooth, older man's voice definitely seemed a little irked by the whole matter at hand. Whatever. This was all going way, WAY too fast for Sylph. Let him come...no more desperate room hopping...at least, for now. He was tired of running. Answers would be pretty ******** sweet right now. Like, for instance, why he could only remember a thunderous crash and watching a thick, abnormal shadow cover his hometown...at least, he thought it was his hometown.
Oh, God. Tears welled up in his eyes. He...he couldn't even remember the name of his hometown! His parents, friends, everything...he didn't know what they were...who they were...where they were...his mind was like a blank slate, and for the first time in his life, he felt truly afraid.
Damn them. All of them. He would get his memories back, even if it killed him to do so.
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Posted: Thu May 31, 2007 9:48 am
Sylph rubbed his forehead, his balance suddenly tipping, and his frail body crashing into the wall. He took deep breaths, his mind was foggy with cloudy memories.. and the man was a telepath?.
He shook his head, pulling himself up against the wall. He looked up and down the hallway, his pale big eyes looking warily around. No one. He licked his lips, and wiped his brow.
Maybe he could talk back to the man, Xen or whatever he had said his name was. Screwing up his eyes, Sylph began to speak in his mind.
I.. i can't remember anything.. nothign except an agonising pain.. and then i woke up in that.. that black dead room. Everything was so dark and cold. And then i was in that.. that bloodbath.. wait you said YOU done it?. You ******** murderer! What the ******** am i doing here? what do you mean contained? Answer me! Sylph screamed through his mind, hoping Xen would hear him, hoping Xen would tell him, answer him.
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Posted: Thu May 31, 2007 4:13 pm
((Sylph))
First of all...where the ******** was he? Telepaths appearing out of thin air? Body-filled rooms oozing with blood and hatred? What sick fairy tale was he trapped in here?
God. He expected to wake up at any moment. None of this seemed real. None. Not the walls, not the floor, not Xen...not even the ******** air he was breathing! But there was no choice. He had to move on...maybe then he would find reality...
The voice continued, pressing on Sylph's thoughts.
I will answer your questions. In time. Until then, I'm going to have to ask you to stay put, so I can come to you. I will not harm you, believe you me. I see great potential in you, Sylph, and I can show you things you'd never think possible. After all, you are a natural born killer, now aren't you? Heh...no time for that now. I'm sure you remember bits and pieces of the deed...just stay where you are. I'll deal with you in a moment.
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Posted: Fri Jun 01, 2007 12:45 am
Sylph gulped slightly. He was going to come face to face with the man that had killed all those people in that room.. the women, children, even babies. His hands were vigorously shaking, and he kept glancing up and down with wide pale eyes.
He was going to vomit. He leaned over and let the sicky concoction flow from his pale mouth. He stood back up, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. Wait.. did that man say Sylph was a natural born killer? He'd never killed anyone in his life.. had he?. ******** it, he couldn't remember a thing. For all he knew he could be a murderer, a psycho, anything.
Sylph leaned against the wall.. why could'nt this all just be a dream? Why him?....
His legs began to shake. His head was stopping spinning finally, but his stomach was gurgling. God hurry up Xen...
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Posted: Mon Jun 04, 2007 2:02 pm
((Sylph))
The presence in his mind felt displeased.
Hmph...you are still weak...and to think I was going to have a little fun with you first...
Looks like we'll have to build from the ground up.
Sleep...
A dizzy feeling filled the freak's head, sending him into a daze...where was he again? How many cows can it be in the wharf...
Thump. Out like a light...
<>
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Posted: Tue Jun 05, 2007 6:10 pm
((Sylph))
He awoke again...this time in a bed...or something soft, that is...but that was all he could really tell, at the moment...
[Go nuts. I'll let you tell me what this room is.]
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Posted: Thu Jun 07, 2007 7:54 am
Sylph's first impression was blaring lights. Bright white, blinding him from above. He swung his skinny head downwards and blinked hard, his vision returning in spots. He yelped, leaping up and trying to back away. A pale body layed on a cold metal table, a body he had been lying on. It was a woman with ghostly blonde hair and wide electric blue eyes. She was naked, and there were incisions and cuts all over her lifeless body. She looked younger than him.. and by the state of her stomach had been pregenant.
Another ******** dead body. Sylph was bought to his senses as he crashed into a small metal table on wheels, covered in sharp instruments, a scapel sinking into his elbow as he toppled backwards over it. He swore outloud, finally reaching a wall as his head cracked against the hard metal.
He swung his head away from the body, breathing heavily and tearing the scapel from his flesh with a grunt. He swallowed down vomit and glanced around the room. It was a little smaller than the room he had woken up in, and everything was metal. Cold, grey shiny metal. Another table was stood next to the one with the woman on, and a few more wheeled trollies packed with shiny knifes and pincers were near that one. Some clean robes hung up on a hook, and some bloody ones were thrown across the floor. A camera was hanging up in the corner, and around 5 thick locks were stationed amongst the door. s**t.
No way out this time Sylph...
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Posted: Sat Jun 09, 2007 5:23 pm
((Sylph))
[I like it. A lot.]
The voice returned....Xen...
Rise and shine, my boy. Hmph. You look out of it. Something wrong? What's the matter...not used to corpses yet? Well...you will be. In due time. Believe it or not, this procedure will help you grow, help you learn...as long as you're willing to play by the rules. Can you play by the rules, Sylph?
...Let's say you will. For...hypothetical purposes. Your job, friend, is to leave this room. There are several clues and hints as to how you could accomplish this feat...hidden all over the room. You could leave in an hour. You could leave in a year. You could never leave...but that doesn't sound like you, does it, little Houdini? No, I trust you'll be out of here in no time...
Once you leave here, you will encounter another, friendlier room, where I will be waiting...it is pitch black...your first clue (and only one I will indicate)...in here, we will train you for combat, intelligence retrieval, subordinate command, and finally...you'll be ready for the big time. Think you can handle all this, Sylph? I hope so. Join the Steimlich party. Make Jona proud.
And then it was gone...
[This is cause-effect again.]
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Posted: Sun Jun 10, 2007 1:28 am
Swallowing down another load of vomit, and shakily standing up Sylph looked around the room again, his head twitching. He had to get out of here? But those locks were huge, big thick and metal. There was no way out this time.. But thats what he'd thought about the room he'd woken up in right? And he'd found a way out. He just had to focus. He was good at that.
He began to make his way around the body on the table with a grim expression, and had to turn the other way. It was disgusting. This time when he looked around, he really searched. There just had to be a way out besides the door. But there was nothing.. nothing anywhere. But the bloody robes meant that someone other than this girl had been in here, and Xen had said there would be clues around the room. He just had to focus and look harder.
His pale eyes flittered up to the locks. The smallest one was in the middle, meaning that was probably a fault to the door, its usually the strongest one in the middle, right?.
It was then that a sudden wave of anger overcame Sylph, his head felt like it was going ti burst, he had cuts all over him, and he wasn't in a good mood. Roaring like a wild animal, he grabbed one of the metal tables and charged forwards, bringing the trolly's side down on the lock. The trolley leg dented.
It was if he was someone else, his eyes were contracted with anger, and his grunts and shouts were usually never heard from Sylph. His mind was only focusing on smashing the lock off. Finally, the trolley leg came off completely, landing painfully on Sylph's foot. He swore out loud and dropped the remainder of the trolley, which crunched on the floor. He felt panic sweep over him again, tears streaming down his pale face as he leaned against the door letting out ragged breaths.
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