Yo people! Gamecowboy here with the prologue for an idea I have had floating around in my head. I'm sorry for not updating True Power but I haven't got the drive or idea of where to take the story at the moment so I will be placing it under temporary hiatus. I will not be abandoning it as I plan to continue the story at a later date. I plan on doing a few stories like this so tell me what you think and if you feel like it send in an idea of where you want me to go with this story and I'll take it into consideration. Now that that's out of the way sit back, relax, and enjoy the show!
Disclaimer (I'm only doing this once): I own nothing except my OC :-( .
Tython raced around another corner. His leg muscles screaming in pain, his breathes coming out in ragged gasps. Alarms blared all around him like the siren of death. Sparing a glance behind him Tython caught a fleeting glimpse of his pursuers. It was a group of six all dressed in pitch black combat gear and carrying long poles crackling with electricity. Gritting his teeth Tython put on a burst of speed. Rounding another corner he narrowly dodged the incoming guard's staff but before he could regain his bearings Tython was sent flying through the air, slamming into a wall causing the world to spin and his legs to give out. Crumbling to the ground Tython could barely make out the sound of quickly approaching footsteps and stressed grumbling through the constant ringing in his ears. The cold metal of an electric staff prodded him in the side sending multiple spasms of pain shooting throughout his body causing Tython to let out a groan of pain.
"Get him back to his cell!" It was the voice of the "Warden." "It's your lucky day kid because today I'm in a good mood. You know what that means? That means only two hours in the electric chair at level six." Hearing this Tython couldn't help but let out a humorless chuckle only to be kicked in the ribs. "What's so funny boy? You should be thanking me! Where's my thank you!?" Snarled the "Warden" his face contorting in anger.
Tython grinned, rolling over onto his back despite the pain and stared up at the muscled mass that was the warden. "Fuck you!" he spat grinning like a madman. The "Warden's" face contorted in anger and he hefted his foot and brought it down once again upon Tython's ribcage soliciting a loud, sickening crack that reverberated throughout the hallway. Tython's eyes widened considerably and he opened his mouth in a silent scream as he felt his ribcage shatter upon impact.
"That will teach you how to address your elder boy" the "Warden" growled. "Now sleep!" Tython heard a crack, then his eyes rolled into the back of his head and everything went black...
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