Vir Vaughn II
-The Games-
Chapter 1: The first day of the rest of your life...
Vaughn lay in the cot, staring at his alien captors. The three predators were still standing just inside the doorway. They were talking back and forth in their language, and undistinguishable smearing of clicks and hisses. Vaughn started to get up, but realized that he could not move from the cot, his arms and legs were strapped to the table. He began to panic. He struggled at the straps, made of a leathery material. One of the predators began to make its way towards him. Vaughn began to struggle more franticly, pulling with all of his strength at the straps. The predator rushed to Vaughn's side, and slammed one massive hand into the synthetic man's neck. He was pressed hard on his back and the predator held him there by the neck. Vaughn choked and sputtered and still tried to get free, but to no avail. The other two predators simply stood back and watched. The predator that was holding Vaughn down grabbed a large syringe from a nearby table with his free hand. Vaughn's panic was driven to a new level; there was nothing he could do. This was it; these things were going to kill him, going to dissect him. He felt the tip of the needle plunge into his side with no regard and he winced at the pain. The predator drew back and Vaughn heaved his chest up and struggled at his bonds, but quickly went back down. His head spun and he could feel the heavy sedative taking effect. He struggled to stay awake, but he lost consciousness within seconds.
When he awoke, he had trouble opening his eyes. Everything was dark and blurry. He could hear the predators talking, in some unknown location nearby. He was once again driven into a state of panic when he realized his restraints had been increased. One around his neck and one around his waist. The panic woke him up fairly effectively. He struggled against his restraints again. There were two predators in the room this time. On of them from before, the other one he had not seen. The predator that had sedated him rushed to him again. Vaughn desperately tried to think, but he could not move he was going to go under again. The predator picked up the syringe and moved towards Vaughn. Then the other predator spoke up in his language. The first predator hesitated slightly and stepped back from Vaughn, then set the syringe down. The second predator moved from his position of leaning against the wall and slowly made his way to Vaughn.
Neither of these predators wore masks, and the one that had sedated him didn't even wear armor. He was smaller, and skinnier, paler than the others were, less impressive. He wore a brown tunic with a leather belt. The tunic had some white symbols stitched into the front of it. The other predator however looked like he was the pinnacle of his race. From what Vaughn could tell, he stood at least nine feet tall. And he wasn't only tall, he was built too, muscles were ripped all over his body. This was truly a monster like none other. He looked much older than the other predators Vaughn had seen. His forehead was covered in tiny barbs, almost like hair. His skin was a pale brown color, and his dreadlocks were long and gray. He wore much nicer armor than the others, all of it matching, all of it shiny and new, almost golden. It also had streaks and designs of chrome all over it. He wore a long purple loincloth, with golden tribal designs on it. Spots covered this predators skin and countless scars from unknown battles. Something about him seemed ancient, yet stronger than ever and almost like some kind of archaic royalty. The most distinguishing feature about the predator though, was on its face. A long scar ran from the top of the right side of his face to the bottom, going right through were his eye should have been. In place of an eye was a piece of metal, with three red lights on it. The synthetic recognized the three red lights from the other predator's masks. The ancient predator now stood next to him and Vaughn almost shook with fear at its mere presence. And then the creature spoke, in almost perfect English. "Ooman, you are awake? Very well then, we shall begin immediately"