Obsidian
Dry Noodles
Obsidian burned the noodles to the bottom of the pan of again, the earthen meal of "Ramen Noodles" confused her. The instructions clearly said to boil water, which took forever, and then to put the noodles in, but once the water had boiled off into the atmosphere, like it told her, the noodles always burned when she put them in! (It smelled pretty bad too) She'd seen commercials of the snack, and it always looked soft and yellow. Well, yellower than it was before it was made.
She decided to let the burning noodles sit in the pan to go watch "Television" which wasn't very appealing. People really just stare at the black screen all day? It's like getting a laser light cannon and sitting next to it and watching the sun go down. Pointless! Fire the light cannon off for god's sake!
Obsidian brought herself over to the chair that was located in front of the "flat screen T.V." and sat down in it, her small frame fitting neatly between the armrests. Why is it called a "flat screen" when it isn't even that flat? She asked herself. Our monitors back on homeworld were only a millimeter wide in earthen measurements. Emerald is more skilled at this than I am. She thought. He told me to use this "remote", but all of these buttons are confusing. And small. She shook the odd thought off, and took the black rectangle into her hand, pressing the red button at the top like Emerald told her to.
The screen flickered to life, and on the screen gray fuzz went across, making a very annoying static sound. The sudden and loud amount of sound made Obsidian cringe and send her into her innate reaction to loud and sudden objects, which was to fling out her long sword out, the hilt colored a darker purple than the blade itself, which was a pale purple, and slashed right through the center of the satanic electronic equipment.
She realized where she was at that moment. The room. The sounds. The smallest sounds, came back to her ears, and she realized she was in trouble and needed to get out of there. Now.
They were testing her. Trying to see her use her abilities and reactions to earthly things. One wonder that the T.V. was in the same room as the kitchen. Everything was even set up like a test. The ramen noodles were on the counter when she woke up there not too long ago, with the water already in the pan. The remote on the armrest perfectly amongst a room that was so clean you could spill anything on the floor and eat it without worrying of disease.
The door located on the side adjacent to the kitchen was her way out. She readied her sword again, even though she knew they were watching her every move now. She made a stance as to ram the door with the butt of the hilt. She rushed towards the door, and it responded with a BANG! And she managed to make a dent in it.
She did it again, and again, and again, until when the door seemed close to faltering, when a voice came over unseen intercoms. "Please step back and stop, or I'll be forced to stop you ourselves."
She didn't stop. She couldn't stop, until she found out where they had Emerald. "Where." She slashed her sword. "Is." And slashed again. "Emerald."
But before she could release another, gas spread through the room and knocked her unconscious.
Those damn Ramen Noodles.
And that person... Don't forget them.
Bastard.