Maelstrom : Sequel to In The Dragon's Den
Just when they thought everything was over, the boss of Badger and the others appears, demanding to have his servants back. Meanwhile, the sohmas uncover a dark secret when Akito's will leads them to find some sacred journals. After this discovery, the sohmas are targeted by an unknown enemy. Question is, is it an act of persuasion, or of revenge?
Hey guys! I only have two days left of school (one week) so I am quite excited to say that once all these stupid finals are over, I'll be on pretty often! Isn't that great? And yes, your plans to get rid of me failed…sorry!
I was listening to some Taylor Swift and Chris Daughtry(sp) songs as well as "Never Shall We Die" and "Hoist the Sails" from the Pirates of the Caribbean 3 while writing the Prologue. These are really interesting to listen to this prologue as you
Oh yes, and this story will be far darker than In The Dragon's Den (though I think just the title can tell you that much). It really will deserve its T rating, but it will not reach M. And don't worry – I don't write yaoi, yuri, or really anything sexual. My main reasons for the T rating are for blood, dark themes, death, suicidal moments, and other…well, dark stuff. Sounds fun, doesn't it? (evil grin)
ANYWAY, before my dark side tries to take over the world like it has every day so far, let's get started!
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mael·strom (māl'strəm)
n.
1. A whirlpool of extraordinary size or violence.
2. A violent or turbulent situation: 'caught in the maelstrom of war.'
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PROLOGUE
Freedom was only a breath away,
But that breath had long since faded into the night.
He could feel it…no, sense it.
The answer to everything;
To his life,
To their future,
To everything lay before him…
Yet he was unable to reach it.
How pathetic.
Nothing but cold stone remained to greet him as he was led back to his temporary home.
And what a nice home it was! Stone floors, plain grey walls, a couple inches of mattress in the far corner, a sink which only seemed to work for a few minutes every couple hours, all complimented by thick black bars.
It was enough to drive anyone to the point of insanity. Yet, it was his home.
And somehow, he liked it.
Though, he admitted, the guards were pretty boring folk. Always just standing there by those decorative bars, staring as if in some trance. He had tried to start a conversation multiple times, but they would never say more than "My orders are not to talk to dirty prisoners" or, as that rather rude guard the other day had tried instead, "Shut up or I'll send in the hounds."
Geez, talk about no manners.
And worse, there was nothing fun to do here! No paint to graffiti the walls with, no children to scare, and worse than that –
There weren't even rats to torture. There were plenty of bugs, but those simply don't scream loud enough for his enjoyment.
Really, he would have to talk to the Manager about that when he met him.
BOOM!
He didn't even bother to look up at the explosion – it was probably just someone trying to escape again. They would be caught in no time, and then probably tortured until any thoughts of escape were long gone.
Would those fools ever learn?
BOOOOM!
He grinned to himself. They were going all out today!
Last time they had been this eager, someone had stuck in a small pack of fireworks and set them all off in the courtyard.
Everyone got pretty badly beat up by the torturers, but it had been worth it for the looks on the faces of the guards.
Man, were those guys easy to annoy!
BOOOOOOM!
He frowned slightly, hearing an odd cracking sound accompanying the explosion. Cautiously backing up a bit against the bed, he waited, tense with expectation.
What a good choice that was.
Barely a minute later, the entire ceiling collapsed. With his new position, he was able to throw himself under the mattress just as the rubble came pouring down.
He suddenly found himself thankful that he was on the top floor.
The mattress managed to shield him from the worst of the damage, and he was soon able to squeeze out of the rubble. Standing on what used to be a sink, he looked around at his new surroundings.
He was now alone on the new roof of the three story building, gazing out at a bright red setting sun, sending crimson rays over the destroyed building. Whatever had attacked it had long gone.
He would have to remember to send them flowers.
In the meantime, there were more important things to do. Like getting revenge on those who put him in jail and reuniting with his team.
Better yet, why not do both at once?
'Ah yes,' he thought with a grin. 'The game has just begun. Why end before you have played it through?'
To Be Continued
Man, that guy is kinda like the Joker from those Batman series, isn't he? I can't say I meant to do that…but at least I know now that I can play a mean Joker!
I was originally going to combine the prologue and chapter 1, but seeing as this is a bit longer than I thought it would be, I think it is probably long enough to post separately
And yes, I AM working on Corrupted Hearts as well! As I've said before, I don't know where I am going with that one, so I'm a bit hesitant with the next chapter.
Now then, I really have to get back to working on my hw…I have two tests, two essays (one is 4-6 pages, the other is 2-3), plus all the regular work to do in this short weekend! And to make it harder, I also have an all day horse show.
Woo hoo, no sleep! :-P
On that note, I'm going to go work on some of this stuff like I should have probably been doing instead of writing this chapter. (sheepish smile) He he, I like fanfiction way too much obviously.
Stay tuned! Next week is my last week of school, and after that I should be writing all the time!
Stay tuned, and I hope you liked this prologue to Maelstrom!
Please review,
HK