Somewhere in the dark, there was a scream.
Somewhere in the dark, there was a woman.
Somewhere in the dark, was a chance for salvation.
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Doomed Days, Chapter One
The Bird of Hermes is my name, eating my wings to make me tame.- The Ripley Scrolls
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Once upon a time, our world was not like this. Our skylines were not marred by skyscrapers, nor the dark clouds caused by explosion after explosion. Our world was not ruined by war, and greed, and lust for power. Earth was ideal, with birds in the air and fish in the sea, and most of all, no Sin.
Sin caused Earth's damnation.
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Oh, this was frickin' fantastic. She was tied to a chair. A frickin' chair! How low-tech could a high-tech corporation get? She shook her head. Get back on topic. Assess the situation.
One. Tied to a chair.
Two. Unfriendly looking men in black suits, probably armed. Wearing cool sunglasses.
Three. They were probably not going to ask her to tea or anything, therefore-
Situation is hostile.
Course of action? Save own hide. Technique? Lying her ass off.
"Sirs, I think this may just be a… Misunderstanding, of sorts." That got her a glare. "I mean, sure I was in a 'restricted' area, but what does restricted really mean? Restricted to men? Women? Children under the age of three? I was just going on a walk, daily exercise and all that!"
One of them spoke up. "A walk with equipment such as infrared goggles, a grappling hook, pepper spray, and a gun? As well as unsanctioned documents, such as a passport?"
She nodded sagely. "My mother taught me that I should always be prepared. She was in Girl Scouts. Well, of course, the former Girl Scouts, before the disbanding, because they taught dangerous skills such as knot tying and fire lighting." The one who had spoke before sighed, and lowered himself onto a chair opposite to her. He rubbed at his temples, before removing his sunglasses and placing them in his breast pocket. She noticed that a handkerchief monogrammed with the letters S.C was behind it.
"Miss… 'Avalon' you and I both know why you're really here."
She blinked. "For taking a walk?"
"No, Miss 'Avalon' not for taking a walk. You are here because you are charged for leading an opposing party against our… Corporation. And Miss, we here do not appreciate competition."
She grinned. "We aren't talking about business now, are we sir?" He grinned back wolfishly.
"No, no we aren't." And with that, he stood up, and motioned to the other men in suits. The door slid open and they filed out. After a moment, the voice chimed in from the speakers. " I hope you enjoy your remaining visit here, even though it may not be long."
Hmm. That didn't bode well. Oh, is that obnoxiously visible gas filtering in? I bet you anything it's fatal. Damn. There goes my dream for a pony. Or living. Yeah, living should definitely be the priority here. Maybe I should be making attempts to escape?
Her vision was starting to darken.
Oh, yes, definitely time to escape.
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The terribly clichéd dark figure watched from the rooftop, as a young woman was hit by a dart or bullet of some sort... Tranquilizer? The men below didn't seem to be the type to take prisoners. He watched them drag her to a car, and drive away.
He followed.
And waited.
As he waited, he got increasingly uncomfortable. How long had that civilian been in there? He honestly couldn't just hide here, waiting for her to come out, all hunky dory, and with a fruit basket for her troubles. No, now was the time for action.
He chucked a bomb at the side of the building they usually took 'visitors.'
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Escape escape escape. How will I do that? She wriggled against the bonds that held her to the chair. Nothing. Frowning, she wriggled a little harder. Still nothing. Well she maybe I should jus-
BOOOOOOOOM!
Hey, is that a conveniently placed hole just for my escape? Golly gee wilkers, I feel lucky today! She blinked a couple of times, hoping to clear the smoke from her vision. No luck. Wait. Waiiit. Is that a dark, terribly clichéd figure appearing from the smoke? Hot damn, it is! Now, I just hope I get rescued.
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I leapt in, ignoring the debris caused from the explosion. The room was empty otherwise, excluding a woman tied to a chair. How... Original. I strode over, and tried to loosen the bonds with my hands. No luck. I took out a knife instead, and sliced through them. Standing up, I gave her a hand. She looked at me suspiciously for a moment, but then grinned.
"Great, let's get out of here."
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AN/ LOL RESTARTED. If anyone still reads this (from the original DD) then, well, you'll have to reread it. Because I look back, and cringe. And cringe some more. It hurts me deep, it does.
So, um, new readers, and old readers alike, ignore the other seven chapters, cos' they won't really have a connection to the new story. Because it's getting a brand spanking new plot. SO NO READ-Y. Y'HEAR? And two guesses to whom the clichéd ninja and the lady tied to the chair with a bad sense of humor was. I'll give you a hint. He's a clichéd Chinese ninja. Even though ninja are Japanese...
And the bad sense of humor is unfortunately based on me. Damn inner voices.
Till next time! And review. Review if you want to keep your soul. :D
OH WAIT. THIS IS DEVOTED TO TACO, AND HER STORY HOT DAMN EVEN THOUGH IT'S YULLEN (cos' I wanted to use the phrase, 'Hot Damn') and Andie cos' she's awesome and I beta for her.