Disclaimer: I own nothing, just the idea.
Silence, just silence. It was the silence that woke him up, not the muffled explosion that followed. That muted explosion served only as a reminder, a painful reminder of who he was, where he was and why he was there. He wasn't used to the sound of silence, it was one of the many extravangences that he was denined, as silence was only common in times of peace. However this was not the peaceful drum of chirps and breezes, this silence was the type of silence that gave nightmares and heart attacks. This was the silence before a storm, one that oozed impending doom and destruction.
He gazed at the room, finding his new surroundings to be quite unpleasant, a grade A interrogation room. A single light bulb drifted lazily overhead, as if the inanimate object was contemplating dying out. Two piercing brown eyes glared at his own eyes from across the table, as if they would lunge out and attack.
"Good, your finally awake." said the eyes, then in a stereotypical fashion, they continued , "Tell me all you know...or face the consequences."
In the dim light he could make out the mysterious figure gesturing to a device in his left hand. It had the appearance of a joystick, but with a thick menacing wire running from the bottom of the strange device to the shackles on his chair. After what seemed like an eternity, the eyes said, "Your choice." Then with a chuckle, the figure pressed down on a button on top of the contraption.
Seconds later came the pain, caused by volts upon volts of electricity coursing through his veins,
"Shall we continue?" said the voice, although he could tell ,by the way the words came out, that the statement was more of a command then a question.
Still no response from the tied up man.
"You may have willpower, but you will crack, just like the others."
Others?
The eyes then put the joystick down, only to pick something else up.
The water in the bucket swished with every step, and he knew what was coming.
The menacing figure held the bucket up, "You brought this to yourself for resisting."
The water was cold, but the electricity was shockingly colder.
"Begin with your name." the voice again commanded, pressing the button a few more times to make sure he got an answer.
"It's funny", began the tied-up man, "The hand promised us that no harm would come out from living there. But, since that day, that fateful day, ever since they fell, life's been a living hell."
"Lemme start you off", answered the eyes, "Your name is Miguel, and in a last ditch effort by the hand, he infused you with the powers of a certain green shelled Koopa. you and your 30 or so other colleagues. Each recieved the skills and abilities of a different fighter. Most were captured by my master's forces, but you escaped. The other escapees dubbed you Fyre, for the "flame" like will you possesed. But, it was that same "flame" that got you captured, but it allowed the others to escape. Now, if you ever want to see light again, tell us where the others went, or better yet, where that hand took the fallen warriors."
Miguel looked right at the eyes. "If you want answers, I'll have to tell you the story, from that day to the day I was captured."
Yup, that's right. I'm starting another story and hopefully I'll finish it. This is my first story, (in a while, bout 5 years) however I don't have anything other than wordpad to write this. So sorry for any misspelled words. Constructive critisim would be appreciated, just don't be so cruel with them. Remember that this is only the prolouge. So forgive me if it's too short. If any of you where wondering, Miguel is the real name of my OC: "Fyre".
If you want to submit an OC, just post a review to this story or send me a PM with the name of the character, any skills they already possesed, the Smasher's name and a brief description of your OC.
