Post by Glitch on Aug 27, 2008 1:45:11 GMT -5
"Stop her!"
No, there was no stopping her. Not now. This was her chance. The chance she had been waiting for for so long. She would have counted the years if she'd had any indication of when one had ended and another began. But that was besides the matter. What mattered now was what was happening now. Now she was close. So close. She could just about taste freedom, a taste forgotten over the years. That freedom wherein she could find her brother. That freedom wherein she would not be forced to fight the way she was in this place. How she'd longed for it over the years.
"There she is!"
Without even thinking she jumped into the air, leaning forward and doing a handspring off the shoulders of the guard who had just shouted and pinching a nerve of his in the process so that searing pain shot down his arm. As he cried out in pain she found herself airborne and formed bright purple energy star in her right hand. Twisting in mid air she sliced through a security camera with it and then flung it into the heart of an oncoming guard as she began to fall, landing on the metal floor in a crouch. There were more coming, she could feel them. In the halls, in the walls, in the rooms... Many were armed but it did not concern her. Weapons were no match for her, she was a weapon herself. She continued on, headed for the shuttles. She knew not how to pilot one, but falling from the hight they were at with nothing but skin to protect her from impact was something she knew she could not survive. Besides, she'd overheard that in the shuttles were devices worn on the back to make falling long distances survivable. Parashoes were they called? Well that didn't much matter either, as long as they worked. She evaded more guards, killing a number more that tried to stop her. She could see it now, the shuttles. She could reach it now.
She was inside. The shuttle launched into flight, a rough flight, albeit, but a flight nonetheless. She immediately began looking for one of the 'parashoes,' how long she could keep this thing flying was a mystery to all so she best be prepared. She found one. She was unable to read the directions but there were pictures to guide proper use as well. It seemed simple enough to operate. She strapped the device on quickly. Just as she got it on alarms went off and lights flashed. A computerized voice began counting down from ten. She needed to get out of the shuttle and fast. She cut through the lock on the door with another energy star and it was flung open by the strong winds surrounding the small craft. She jumped out and began free falling to put as much distance between her and the shuttle as possible as she counted down in her head. Three... two... one... The shuttle exploded above her and she pulled the cord of the device on her back. The 'parashoe' opened and slowed her decent. That was it. It was done. She had escaped. She looked back and her eyes widened in horror. It was coming, coming for her. The massive metal claw that had taken her away so many years ago, when she was still just a child. It lunged out above her, slicing to ribbons the stretch of fabric that was slowing her decent. Then it snaked around and grabbed her, gripping her tightly. She couldn't escape no matter how much she struggled and watched in horror as the claw began pulling her back towards the place she had just escaped from. Tears began to roll down her face and she shook her head.
"No! I can't go back! Not now! Never again!" she cried. But her screams were not heard, falling helplessly on the trees of the frozen forest below. Yet her screams continued, desperate to stop the inevitable.
"No! Please, not again! NO!" Kils' eyes shot wide and she sat bolt upright, spraying the blanket of snow that covered her mere seconds ago in all directions. The tears she had shed in her nightmare had been shed here too, feeling as small frosted streams down her cheeks. The shockingly blue vixen found herself on a bench next to a grand but frozen fountain. She vaguely remembered lying down on it to rest a bit, the fruitless search for her brother being exhausting. She was panting heavily, still on an adrenaline rush from the nightmare. It was all the same as when it really happened, except for the last part. That claw hadn't come after her, she had really escaped.
Of had she? She often found herself wondering if the place she had just woken to now was, in fact, a dream. What if the nightmare was the reality and what she saw now, this freedom, was but an escape from that reality formed in sleep. What if it was merely an image her mind formed, what she imagined freedom might be like. It was hard to tell. Even in this freedom there was hardship. She had no home, no shelter from the brutal and constant cold, the frost that covered this place. She could hardly remember when she had last eaten, and food was hard to come by, especially for her. But worst of all was the fact that she had no leads on her brother's whereabouts. She hugged her knees into her chest and sighed. She looked ahead at a broken down ride, knowing not what it was or of the joy it once brought people. This world outside that horrible place where she had been imprisoned for so long seemed so strange. But at least it was better. Better than that horrible place she'd come from. The horrible place she may still actually be at.
Her stomach growled painfully and she looked down at it. Well there wasn't much she could do about it other than bear with the discomfort. She'd done it before so surely she could do it again. A wind whipped through her bright blue fur and she shuddered. This place was so cold. Everyplace was cold, as though even in this world of freedom there was no warmth. When she found her brother, if she found him at all, would his embrace be cold as well? Would he be void of warmth like the rest of this place? Cold like the perpetual frost around her? Cold like the metal floor she used to sleep on before her escape?
Some escape this place was. If this place truly was a dream then her imprisonment must have caused her to forget how to dream properly. A dream was supposed to be good, was it not? Filled with joy and bliss. This place seemed at often times a cold and desolate void. Hardly good at all, just like she was...
((Warp, if you aren't satisfied with this post then I don't know what it is you want from me...))
No, there was no stopping her. Not now. This was her chance. The chance she had been waiting for for so long. She would have counted the years if she'd had any indication of when one had ended and another began. But that was besides the matter. What mattered now was what was happening now. Now she was close. So close. She could just about taste freedom, a taste forgotten over the years. That freedom wherein she could find her brother. That freedom wherein she would not be forced to fight the way she was in this place. How she'd longed for it over the years.
"There she is!"
Without even thinking she jumped into the air, leaning forward and doing a handspring off the shoulders of the guard who had just shouted and pinching a nerve of his in the process so that searing pain shot down his arm. As he cried out in pain she found herself airborne and formed bright purple energy star in her right hand. Twisting in mid air she sliced through a security camera with it and then flung it into the heart of an oncoming guard as she began to fall, landing on the metal floor in a crouch. There were more coming, she could feel them. In the halls, in the walls, in the rooms... Many were armed but it did not concern her. Weapons were no match for her, she was a weapon herself. She continued on, headed for the shuttles. She knew not how to pilot one, but falling from the hight they were at with nothing but skin to protect her from impact was something she knew she could not survive. Besides, she'd overheard that in the shuttles were devices worn on the back to make falling long distances survivable. Parashoes were they called? Well that didn't much matter either, as long as they worked. She evaded more guards, killing a number more that tried to stop her. She could see it now, the shuttles. She could reach it now.
She was inside. The shuttle launched into flight, a rough flight, albeit, but a flight nonetheless. She immediately began looking for one of the 'parashoes,' how long she could keep this thing flying was a mystery to all so she best be prepared. She found one. She was unable to read the directions but there were pictures to guide proper use as well. It seemed simple enough to operate. She strapped the device on quickly. Just as she got it on alarms went off and lights flashed. A computerized voice began counting down from ten. She needed to get out of the shuttle and fast. She cut through the lock on the door with another energy star and it was flung open by the strong winds surrounding the small craft. She jumped out and began free falling to put as much distance between her and the shuttle as possible as she counted down in her head. Three... two... one... The shuttle exploded above her and she pulled the cord of the device on her back. The 'parashoe' opened and slowed her decent. That was it. It was done. She had escaped. She looked back and her eyes widened in horror. It was coming, coming for her. The massive metal claw that had taken her away so many years ago, when she was still just a child. It lunged out above her, slicing to ribbons the stretch of fabric that was slowing her decent. Then it snaked around and grabbed her, gripping her tightly. She couldn't escape no matter how much she struggled and watched in horror as the claw began pulling her back towards the place she had just escaped from. Tears began to roll down her face and she shook her head.
"No! I can't go back! Not now! Never again!" she cried. But her screams were not heard, falling helplessly on the trees of the frozen forest below. Yet her screams continued, desperate to stop the inevitable.
"No! Please, not again! NO!" Kils' eyes shot wide and she sat bolt upright, spraying the blanket of snow that covered her mere seconds ago in all directions. The tears she had shed in her nightmare had been shed here too, feeling as small frosted streams down her cheeks. The shockingly blue vixen found herself on a bench next to a grand but frozen fountain. She vaguely remembered lying down on it to rest a bit, the fruitless search for her brother being exhausting. She was panting heavily, still on an adrenaline rush from the nightmare. It was all the same as when it really happened, except for the last part. That claw hadn't come after her, she had really escaped.
Of had she? She often found herself wondering if the place she had just woken to now was, in fact, a dream. What if the nightmare was the reality and what she saw now, this freedom, was but an escape from that reality formed in sleep. What if it was merely an image her mind formed, what she imagined freedom might be like. It was hard to tell. Even in this freedom there was hardship. She had no home, no shelter from the brutal and constant cold, the frost that covered this place. She could hardly remember when she had last eaten, and food was hard to come by, especially for her. But worst of all was the fact that she had no leads on her brother's whereabouts. She hugged her knees into her chest and sighed. She looked ahead at a broken down ride, knowing not what it was or of the joy it once brought people. This world outside that horrible place where she had been imprisoned for so long seemed so strange. But at least it was better. Better than that horrible place she'd come from. The horrible place she may still actually be at.
Her stomach growled painfully and she looked down at it. Well there wasn't much she could do about it other than bear with the discomfort. She'd done it before so surely she could do it again. A wind whipped through her bright blue fur and she shuddered. This place was so cold. Everyplace was cold, as though even in this world of freedom there was no warmth. When she found her brother, if she found him at all, would his embrace be cold as well? Would he be void of warmth like the rest of this place? Cold like the perpetual frost around her? Cold like the metal floor she used to sleep on before her escape?
Some escape this place was. If this place truly was a dream then her imprisonment must have caused her to forget how to dream properly. A dream was supposed to be good, was it not? Filled with joy and bliss. This place seemed at often times a cold and desolate void. Hardly good at all, just like she was...
((Warp, if you aren't satisfied with this post then I don't know what it is you want from me...))
