Post by gee on Mar 10, 2012 4:38:10 GMT -5
Alan turns his curly brown head towards me. He smiles his perfect, sexy white smile, deepening the dimple in his left cheek. He catches me when I run into his arms laughing, my bag falls on the grass beside us, scattering the leaves that have fallen from the colorful trees outside the Palace. Alan's smoothed my hair back from my face, and kisses me.
And then I wake up.
My sense of smell came to life first, bringing to me the stale scent of mildew. It was dank, mouldy. The steady drip, drip-drip, drip of water came to my ears. The air was cool, and the hard metal thing I lay on feels icy against my bare skin.
I sat up, one hand clutching to my chest the single light sheet that was covering me. Pain and stiffness coursed through my body. I pass a hand over my face, and open my eyes. They felt gritty, dry.
"You're awake."
I froze at the sound of the voice, deep gravely and male. A shiver part creeps and part cold ran down my spine. I blinked, my eyes focusing through the gloom to a shadowed figure slouched in the corner. I was in some sort of lab/ evil creepy operating room, sitting on a cold metal body tray. The shadowy corner figure perked up.
"Do you remember anything from last night?"
That was a good question. I groaned.
I remembered, and really wished I didn't.
Taking my groaning protest as an affirmation, shadowy guy leaned forward, bringing his face into the pitiful light from the single bare bulb hanging above me. their leader, looking like he hadnt slept in forever. His face cold, calculating and predatory.
"Good. Would you care to EXPLAIN a few things?"
I most certainly wouldnt. I felt the force of his overpowering male willpower in his words and dropped my head accordingly, using my dark red bangs to hide my eyes while I studied my surroundings. The room was underground, no windows, it was large and filled with ominous surgical equipment, vials and sciency stuff Alan would know but I had no names for. Their leader was sitting in the corner by the only door. Whether he'd placed himself there to keep others out or keep me in I didn't know. But figured probably both.
Their leader stood, coming towards me in a swish of long coat and supernatural power. My heart thumped in my ears and my hands went cold but I kept my head down and my eyes on his approaching feet, slanting sideways every few seconds to the door and my freedom. I didn't speak.
"Tell me your name." He came to a stop at the foot of the table. "Child?"
I was off the table, and sprinting for the door in 2.5 seconds. I felt the tear on my side pull open again, but adrenaline gave me speed and surprise slowed their leader down.
There were no scary-ass Yohrt guards standing sentry on the other side of the doorway. Thank god for small favors. I zig zagged through the maze of tunnels, using preternatural speed in high gear, following my instinct and the elusive scent of fresh air. I heard running footsteps behind me, but it didnt seem as though their leader was trying too hard to catch up. As I spun noisily around one last corner, my feet scraping loudly for purchase against the stone floor, I realized why. And found myself in a big antechamber filled to the brim with the dirty, rank, size double x-large bodies of about two dozen male Yohrts.
I froze mid stride, both feet in the air while I took in the sight, and immediately dropped to the floor kneeling down, trying presenting the smallest least threatening target I could. I squeezed my eyes shut and waited for massive amounts of pain, my sides heaving and my breath coming in shallow terrified pants.
Nothing happened. No pain, no movement, no sound except steady breathing... and, snoring? I flicked an ear and cautiously opened my eyes. Yep. Snoring. Two dozen huge bad-ass scary monsters sleeping soundly on ratty cots and chairs and the floor. Sweet merciful heaven, I breathed a sigh of relief. Somewhere my beautiful guardian angels were working serious overtime, hopefully earning themselves a raise.
Alcohol was spilled everywhere, along with the smell of urine and vomit. But somewhere clean air was wafting in, and a small patch of sunlight fell on the floor in the far corner. I stood slowly, and my eyes searched the area.
There! Up by the mouldy brick ceiling in the far right corner was a nasty, filthy barred window with a broken section of glass. The hole was far too small for a Yohrt to pass through, and the bars too narrowly spaced. But I might fit...
Moving quickly but more carefully than a neurosurgeon in the operating room, I picked my way across the Yohrt-strewn floor. My foot slipped on something wet, and I tried desperately not to speculate about what it might be. I stepped gingerly across the torso of an ugly red banged man with a huge scar that disfigured the right half of his face. a snore ripped from him, and I froze, my heart in my chest. I was doing a lot of freezing tonight. The man rolled over, and I hopped quickly sideways and waited; but after a second of snuffling he fell silent again. God, if I ever got out of here, I was going to be more spiritual.
And then I wake up.
My sense of smell came to life first, bringing to me the stale scent of mildew. It was dank, mouldy. The steady drip, drip-drip, drip of water came to my ears. The air was cool, and the hard metal thing I lay on feels icy against my bare skin.
I sat up, one hand clutching to my chest the single light sheet that was covering me. Pain and stiffness coursed through my body. I pass a hand over my face, and open my eyes. They felt gritty, dry.
"You're awake."
I froze at the sound of the voice, deep gravely and male. A shiver part creeps and part cold ran down my spine. I blinked, my eyes focusing through the gloom to a shadowed figure slouched in the corner. I was in some sort of lab/ evil creepy operating room, sitting on a cold metal body tray. The shadowy corner figure perked up.
"Do you remember anything from last night?"
That was a good question. I groaned.
I remembered, and really wished I didn't.
Taking my groaning protest as an affirmation, shadowy guy leaned forward, bringing his face into the pitiful light from the single bare bulb hanging above me. their leader, looking like he hadnt slept in forever. His face cold, calculating and predatory.
"Good. Would you care to EXPLAIN a few things?"
I most certainly wouldnt. I felt the force of his overpowering male willpower in his words and dropped my head accordingly, using my dark red bangs to hide my eyes while I studied my surroundings. The room was underground, no windows, it was large and filled with ominous surgical equipment, vials and sciency stuff Alan would know but I had no names for. Their leader was sitting in the corner by the only door. Whether he'd placed himself there to keep others out or keep me in I didn't know. But figured probably both.
Their leader stood, coming towards me in a swish of long coat and supernatural power. My heart thumped in my ears and my hands went cold but I kept my head down and my eyes on his approaching feet, slanting sideways every few seconds to the door and my freedom. I didn't speak.
"Tell me your name." He came to a stop at the foot of the table. "Child?"
I was off the table, and sprinting for the door in 2.5 seconds. I felt the tear on my side pull open again, but adrenaline gave me speed and surprise slowed their leader down.
There were no scary-ass Yohrt guards standing sentry on the other side of the doorway. Thank god for small favors. I zig zagged through the maze of tunnels, using preternatural speed in high gear, following my instinct and the elusive scent of fresh air. I heard running footsteps behind me, but it didnt seem as though their leader was trying too hard to catch up. As I spun noisily around one last corner, my feet scraping loudly for purchase against the stone floor, I realized why. And found myself in a big antechamber filled to the brim with the dirty, rank, size double x-large bodies of about two dozen male Yohrts.
I froze mid stride, both feet in the air while I took in the sight, and immediately dropped to the floor kneeling down, trying presenting the smallest least threatening target I could. I squeezed my eyes shut and waited for massive amounts of pain, my sides heaving and my breath coming in shallow terrified pants.
Nothing happened. No pain, no movement, no sound except steady breathing... and, snoring? I flicked an ear and cautiously opened my eyes. Yep. Snoring. Two dozen huge bad-ass scary monsters sleeping soundly on ratty cots and chairs and the floor. Sweet merciful heaven, I breathed a sigh of relief. Somewhere my beautiful guardian angels were working serious overtime, hopefully earning themselves a raise.
Alcohol was spilled everywhere, along with the smell of urine and vomit. But somewhere clean air was wafting in, and a small patch of sunlight fell on the floor in the far corner. I stood slowly, and my eyes searched the area.
There! Up by the mouldy brick ceiling in the far right corner was a nasty, filthy barred window with a broken section of glass. The hole was far too small for a Yohrt to pass through, and the bars too narrowly spaced. But I might fit...
Moving quickly but more carefully than a neurosurgeon in the operating room, I picked my way across the Yohrt-strewn floor. My foot slipped on something wet, and I tried desperately not to speculate about what it might be. I stepped gingerly across the torso of an ugly red banged man with a huge scar that disfigured the right half of his face. a snore ripped from him, and I froze, my heart in my chest. I was doing a lot of freezing tonight. The man rolled over, and I hopped quickly sideways and waited; but after a second of snuffling he fell silent again. God, if I ever got out of here, I was going to be more spiritual.
