The Last Stand
By Julie K. ( kossmoe_chan@hotmail.com )
Fanfiction.net name : Perished Hope
Author's Note: o_o; yes, I am sick, twisted and...uh...stupid? ^_^; please don't kill me because I write like crap and my stories have plots that are crap. Heheh, I'm just bored.... :D *peace out*
PS: don't mind the mispellings...typing this in WordPad...I'm gonna die o.o *dies* *gets reincarnated by the cheese monsters* ^_^
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Chapter One: Banishment ~*~*~
The florescent lights fell upon the shape like headlights on a deer, and her eyes glittered relentlessly.
The light was almost burning her eyes, it was so bright, but she didn't blink, nor did she say a word. Her face read expressionless, as her gray- blue fur blew back in forth with the venalation system above her. The vents made a hollow sound which echoed deeply, but the gray-blue monster never twitched a muscle. Her eyes were a yellow color, fierce and intellegent, like a hawk's eyes. Her gaze was down-right frightening, and she did all in her power to live up to that physical apperance.
She was tall, slender, and a dark, faded gray-blue color in her fur color. Her numerous claws spelt destruction from her three sets of limbs, two used for hands and one used for powerful legs. The leg set had larger claws and muscles then the hands, at any rate. At the moment, she had her hand claws retracted, safely placed under a sheath deep in her fingers. Her claws were sharp, and she followed the instinct of a Velociraptor to keep them sharp for her next kill.
Her claws were as black as the endless void, as was the blade on the end of her tail. Her tail was long, thin and whip-like, but the muscles in it were absolute. Her tail was suspended in the air, cocked a little below her head, looking like a scorpian ready to strike at any moment. She had appendiges hanging from her head like flappy ears, but there were six in all. Each one was tipped with a dark navy blue.
The florescent lights came from the top of the small cell she was in, a prison cell. The Monster world held their convicted in cells before they banished them, nonetheless. The stay was horrible, and there was little food to be donated to the prisons, and in consequince, there was little food for those whom accomidated them.
She turned her head to the little screen moniter provided by Monsters Inc. to keep the accomidators busy, and keep their minds off of escaping. The manufacturing company for power had recently bonded with the police, and the prisoners were held in a seperate add-on to the factory until a door that would suit the crime was produced. The traffic during the working hours was horrendous, and there was often not enough time to produce a door suitable. Lest the prisoners become aggrivated and attempt to escape (Though some did anyway, attempt, that is), most consequinces to their actions took place after the working hours were done, and the factory was as bare as a desert on a hot day.
"Jigai Shoshitsu."
The monster in the cell turned her head slightly and looked at the other screen moniter, as a profile shot appeared of a monster she knew well talking to her. Her ears twitched at the sound of her name, but she didn't make any other move but that.
"Your sentance is to be commuted today at dismissal of the factory workers. A perfect door has been chosen for you, one you shall ...eh, enjoy going to. Consider it a perminate vacation." The face on the screen smirked. Jigai laughed flatly, causing the face on the moniter to loose the amusement and humor.
"Indeed, Mom. I'll be sure to arrive promptly." She smirked darkly, and held up the chains that binded her sets of arms together. She also nodded down to the collar she had been forced to wear, with spikes around its cirmocumferance. Instead of being like a dog collar with the spikes along the outside, the spikes were turned inside with the spikes jutting into her neck. Blood had been draining from the puncture holes, and the maroon color of dried blood had hardened on her fur. She smirked again, as she saw the blank look the attendant had.
"Well, Mom, what time do I depart?" Her face became blank, but she still had that raging relentlessness deep in her yellow eyes. The face on the screen resumed the usual, and shuffled through his papers, whispering her last name, Shoshitsu, to himself quietly as he looked up her records.
"Promptly at 8:00 pm," The face said, with a blank expression yet again. He was what they all called the Prison Warden. Many of the occupants had decided to call him "Mom," a trend that Jigai had started as a form of mockery. She looked back up at the screen as the face dissapeared, revealing a black void that reflected her face. She slowly looked to the clock, and read the numbers slowly to herself. There was well around five hours until her scheduled banishment, and she loathed waiting.
Her eyes hardened as she put a hand up to her wounds on her neck, and a claw popped out of her index finger. The aching of the wound had stopped, and she was, in a way, greatful to that. Though she was used to pain and suffering, no one likes to have a lulling pain in the back of their mind when they are trying to concentrate on bigger issues. She then, to pass away the time, attempted to chisel off all of the dried blood. After all, you only get banished once, and she was intent to cause quiet and interesting spectacle.
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There was a sudden pounding and Jigai was awoken from her light sleep. She had learned to sleep lightly ever since she was little, and dreamed of blowing up things. It seemed to work, and her hawk eyes flickered open on the first pound. She was dozing off there a couple of hours ago, and flakes of dried blood littered the floor in a skewed out way. Her claws, however, had no blood on them, as she liked them to be perfectly clean.
She saw the face of the Assistant Warden (the one who really did all the work, while the Warden got all the credit. He didn't seem to mind, though) looking through the extra-strong glass that was apart of the door to her cell. The glass was fogged from his breath, and the image of him became blurry and distorted through the plexi-glass covering.
She was sleeping like a cat, and not on a bed. She, in fact, was under the bed, with her tail curled around her body for warmth. The venalation system in the cell was only working with cooling for the time being. The blade of her tail was positioned next to her head, as if she was protecting herself night and day, even whilst she rest.
Jigai poked her head out from under the bed and used her three sets of limbs to walk like a four-legged animal, until she was completely out from under the bed. When she reached the door, she reared up and sat back on her back legs, her arm limbs dangling at her sides. Her face rose up from the floor to eye level with the Assistant Warden. He flinched a little at the how her eyes seemed like voids-- no soul or spirit behind them, like her body was a useless husk that was just another filmy body to be throw into the human world and forgotten.
But they wouldn't forget her. The Monster world would have known her to be the most devious criminal since the Wild Suicide, a monster who has pretty much put himself in the book as the meanest creature ever alive. She wanted some good recognition for being the dark creature she was, but she overheard the authorities speaking to the head Monsters Inc. associates. She didn't hear the full discussion, for blood had been leaking out of her ears, but she could tell they didn't want to make her murders public.
The Assitant Warden unlocked the door, and she noticed that behind him there were about six guards with guns. They were different shapes and sizes, but she noticed one thing in common about them: They were green and inexperianced, and they had a wavering fear in their eyes. She smiled inwardly, pleased that she had been able to make others fear her. The Assistant warden looked at her.
"We won't get any trouble from you, will we?" He said, keeping his eyes on her scorpian tail, which could lash out at any moment and take off a limb -- or a head. The guards in the back didn't move until they were commanded to do so.
"Oh, give me a break," Jigai said. "Don't I need all the strength I can get to survive in that damned human world?" She threw back her head in a chilling laugh, which excited the nerves in the guards before her. The Assistant warden flicked his hand a bit, and the guards moved forwards and secured her well. The gaurds shackled her wrists together and put metal cuffs over her individual fingers, which would keep her claws in if she decided to take a few slashes at the guards. They shackled her ankles together as well as her second pair of arms, which they locked to her front pair, making it difficult to move. Cuffs locked her tail to a back restraint on her shoulders, making it virtually inable to move. The Assistant warden held a key to all this metal, and Jigai had her hawk eye on that the whole time. Last, they fastened a mask-like object over her face, to discourage biting with those knife-like teeth. She didn't bother fighting, no, she would make it interesting later.
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"Jigai Shoshitsu. You have been sentanced to banishment from the Monster world into the Human world by a council of your peers for the crime of murder. Do you have any last words?" The Warden summed up the trial in a couple of mere words. A guard moved foward and removed the mask from Jigai's face, and she breathed out silently. Her eyes looked drained, but they still looked a feirce as ever.
"Sure do. Here's my last two words: F**k you." She said, smirking with a look of victory. The Warden sighed, but he was used to her verbal abuse. It seemed to be common in her speech, sarcasm and abuse, and anyone who wants to be around her (or is forced to be around her) has to learn to deal with it. His eyes shifted a bit as the top executive at Monsters Inc walked in, late.
"Hello. Sorry I'm late." Sullivan said, taking his position. He was a volenteer for throwing the condemned to their last home, ever. His large blue arms were built with pure muscle and no fat, and he could easily overpower any monster around his size or smaller.
There was a scoff from the left side as another late member of the banishment team, Nyomi, ran in with folders in his hand as his four legs clicked against the linolium floor of Laugh Floor B. He looked like a cenutaur, with black fur and silver-colored hoofs.
His eyes were silver as well, and had a sense of arrogance in them at all times, as he was always strutting around like he owned the place. The only reason he was even on the Banishment team was his distant relation to Sullivan, which was basically an "aunt's uncle's son's mother's dog walker" issue. No one was really sure if he was related or not, but he seemed to believe he was top-class.
Nyomi dropped the folders and the papers scattered all over the floor, into a big mess. The restraints had been removed from Jingai and she had her hands against her sides like mothers do when they find their child stealing cookies from the cookie jar before supper. The look in her eyes was all amused.
"Having trouble, butter fingers?" Jigai smirked. Even though it was the end of the day, the bright colors on the former Scare floor bothered Jigai. She was still a scare-monster at heart...or more or less, a destroying monster, and she (like some others) didn't appove to the change of scare to laughter. It struck her as true that the fact that laughter was stronger then scream may indeed exist, but she still didn't approve of it. To her, it was a matter of dignity and respect to the terminology of "monster." What they basically did was change it into "comical" monsters, like the kind she saw on the television she intercepted from the human world.
The results were positive, but the idea was truely sickening. Many groups on the internet had revolted against this, since they too believed it went against their dignity, but Jigai never really participated in any group activities or clubs (or cults, for that matter). She was always a loner, and a loner she would always be. That is, until she had to learn to live in the real world where humans ruled and monsters were childish fantasies tossed into the garbage for other options in life such as work and money.
Jigai's nerve endings crackled with electricity as she was forced to sit through a reading of her rights and why she is to be banished. It was tormenting, and she believed they did that just to get on her nerves. Still, she had to wait for the right time, for if she acted a moment too early, her whole plan would be ruined. She thought about other things, the mistakes she could make in her plan, exc. She occassionally nodded her head automatically every few moments so that it would look like she was listening, but she really wanted them to shut up. It was a perfect manuveur, though it seemed so simple.
Nyomi yawned a bit and pawned through the papers, his fingers touching the card to the door every once in a while. There was a special set of doors from all around that blasted human world, each one for a banishment. The associates would sit around all day and discuss the condemned and the twelve doors, to figure out which one would cause the most pain and torment. It was a sick practice, and Sullivan didn't quite approve of it, but his job was to watch the energy charts and make sure the company doesn't go down, and all that political stuff. He had little power over the authorities.
Jigai cracked her knuckles and fingers loudly and rudely in the middle of the speech being given by the Warden, which made a silence fall over the group. Since there were no spectators allowed at a banishment (For the sake of the condemned, to save their dignity) the ones silenced were the Warden, Sullivan, Nyomi, and the Assistant Warden and his six guards. There were none others to appear there, and it was meant to be that way.
Jigai looked out of the side of her eye towards Nyomi, who looked distressed, bored and anxious all at the same time. It was an amusing sight, and she knew that he just couldn't wait until the moment when the Warden told him to "load the door." She was amused by his childish anticipation, the thrill to actually load the door the condemned will be thrown (literally) into. She knew that he probably wasn't even supposed to be here, but the Warden had to do something to get him off his back. She had seen Nyomi once and a while at the prison, and damn he was more annoying then the other prisoner guards.
Jigai crossed her two sets of arms, the fingers tapping the biceps accordingly. She was out of thought now, and had to actually listen to what the Warden was droning on about.
"... and therefore you ... .... .... monster world ... ... ... murder ... ... ... to the door which shall ... .... never to come back ... ..."
Well, some of it she listened to, she was far too interested in what everyone else was doing. The guards looked bored, like it was their coffee break and they were wasting it by attending the banishment of another convicted criminal. She tapped her fingers lightly in sync with each other, like she was hearing some sort of inaudible music in which she was following the beat with the pulse of her fingers. Slowly, her finger's pulse began to slow down as she became weary.
Damn depressants...She thought to herself. They had injected her with something fifteen minutes or so ago, and it was beginning to take effect. She could almost see a lifebar beside her, ripe with red blocks for energy, but then slowly going down lower and lower. She shook her head. No, this would mess up her plan! Why didn't she think of this before? In all of her planning and scheming, she didn't expect the depressants until earlier. She should have acted before...now is the time!
"Load the door, Nyomi." The Warden said to the cenutaur monster. He nodded in excitement and grabbed the card. He dropped it in his excitement, but picked it up swiftly lest he be embarrased, and swiped it as fast as a human could swipe a credit card on a shopping spree. A door began coming through on creaky hinges, because it hadn't been used for a long while. The door was splintered and had growths of moss all over it, like it had been sitting in a moist corner and forgotten for years.
The big steel doors were often used for banishments, Jigai noted to herself. She didn't know how exactly she knew, but it just popped into her thoughts somehow. This door was wooden and looked like it was manufactured hundreds of years ago. Heck, it looked like it was about to fall apart at any second.
"You have been condemned to the human world for your actions. May the god bless your soul." The Warden said, as Nyomi chuckled lightly while the red light turned on.
The Warden nodded to Sullivan, and he advanced towards Jigai, hoping to "escort" her into her new home. Sullivan advanced slowly and carefully, though, for he know who and what she was, and he had learned from many a mistake not to underestimate the strength of these criminals. He had a reasonable amount of wounds from underestimation, and he proceeded with caution of the experianced.
Jigai didn't move a muscle, but not at her own will. The depressants seemed to be muscle relaxers too, and she was starting to believe she wouldn't be able to carry out her plan. She mustered all of her strength, then as Sullivan was a mere foot away, she suddenly sprang fowards like an unleashed coil under pressure, and her void black claws were brought down on Sullivan's face, one of them brushing the heavy fur on his cheek and causing no damage, but the other was far worse.
The claw got caught on his lower eyelid, tearing his face down like a cat on a rampage. The cut was jagged and stretched off to the left, going a little towards his left ear. The attack didn't puncture his eyeball, thankfully, but a bunch of blood was suddenly gushing from his face, and he didn't even realize it until the pain registered in his mind. He let out a howl of frustration, and picked up the almost immobalized Jigai and tossed her roughly into the door held open by the surprised Warden.
Jingai, on her way into the creaky portal noticed that Nyomi had seen his first mishap in the banishment business in his miserable life. His eyes were as wide as saucers, and the deed was worth it to see that. The last image she saw was a blood stained floor, when she whirled into another dimension. She twisted around to land on her six feet, but gravity and the force of Sullivan's throw played their cards against her, and she landed with a sickening crack, somewhere in the human world...
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Woohoo! Done with chapter 1^_^ Please review and tell me whatcha thought! I plan to do the next chapter soon...I kinda like my story...o_o by the way, I never have an outline, I put stuff in as I go along so feel free to make suggestions. I appreciate all comments. ^_^ I don't like flames, but I can live with them. Heheh...
Author's Note: o_o; yes, I am sick, twisted and...uh...stupid? ^_^; please don't kill me because I write like crap and my stories have plots that are crap. Heheh, I'm just bored.... :D *peace out*
PS: don't mind the mispellings...typing this in WordPad...I'm gonna die o.o *dies* *gets reincarnated by the cheese monsters* ^_^
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Chapter One: Banishment ~*~*~
The florescent lights fell upon the shape like headlights on a deer, and her eyes glittered relentlessly.
The light was almost burning her eyes, it was so bright, but she didn't blink, nor did she say a word. Her face read expressionless, as her gray- blue fur blew back in forth with the venalation system above her. The vents made a hollow sound which echoed deeply, but the gray-blue monster never twitched a muscle. Her eyes were a yellow color, fierce and intellegent, like a hawk's eyes. Her gaze was down-right frightening, and she did all in her power to live up to that physical apperance.
She was tall, slender, and a dark, faded gray-blue color in her fur color. Her numerous claws spelt destruction from her three sets of limbs, two used for hands and one used for powerful legs. The leg set had larger claws and muscles then the hands, at any rate. At the moment, she had her hand claws retracted, safely placed under a sheath deep in her fingers. Her claws were sharp, and she followed the instinct of a Velociraptor to keep them sharp for her next kill.
Her claws were as black as the endless void, as was the blade on the end of her tail. Her tail was long, thin and whip-like, but the muscles in it were absolute. Her tail was suspended in the air, cocked a little below her head, looking like a scorpian ready to strike at any moment. She had appendiges hanging from her head like flappy ears, but there were six in all. Each one was tipped with a dark navy blue.
The florescent lights came from the top of the small cell she was in, a prison cell. The Monster world held their convicted in cells before they banished them, nonetheless. The stay was horrible, and there was little food to be donated to the prisons, and in consequince, there was little food for those whom accomidated them.
She turned her head to the little screen moniter provided by Monsters Inc. to keep the accomidators busy, and keep their minds off of escaping. The manufacturing company for power had recently bonded with the police, and the prisoners were held in a seperate add-on to the factory until a door that would suit the crime was produced. The traffic during the working hours was horrendous, and there was often not enough time to produce a door suitable. Lest the prisoners become aggrivated and attempt to escape (Though some did anyway, attempt, that is), most consequinces to their actions took place after the working hours were done, and the factory was as bare as a desert on a hot day.
"Jigai Shoshitsu."
The monster in the cell turned her head slightly and looked at the other screen moniter, as a profile shot appeared of a monster she knew well talking to her. Her ears twitched at the sound of her name, but she didn't make any other move but that.
"Your sentance is to be commuted today at dismissal of the factory workers. A perfect door has been chosen for you, one you shall ...eh, enjoy going to. Consider it a perminate vacation." The face on the screen smirked. Jigai laughed flatly, causing the face on the moniter to loose the amusement and humor.
"Indeed, Mom. I'll be sure to arrive promptly." She smirked darkly, and held up the chains that binded her sets of arms together. She also nodded down to the collar she had been forced to wear, with spikes around its cirmocumferance. Instead of being like a dog collar with the spikes along the outside, the spikes were turned inside with the spikes jutting into her neck. Blood had been draining from the puncture holes, and the maroon color of dried blood had hardened on her fur. She smirked again, as she saw the blank look the attendant had.
"Well, Mom, what time do I depart?" Her face became blank, but she still had that raging relentlessness deep in her yellow eyes. The face on the screen resumed the usual, and shuffled through his papers, whispering her last name, Shoshitsu, to himself quietly as he looked up her records.
"Promptly at 8:00 pm," The face said, with a blank expression yet again. He was what they all called the Prison Warden. Many of the occupants had decided to call him "Mom," a trend that Jigai had started as a form of mockery. She looked back up at the screen as the face dissapeared, revealing a black void that reflected her face. She slowly looked to the clock, and read the numbers slowly to herself. There was well around five hours until her scheduled banishment, and she loathed waiting.
Her eyes hardened as she put a hand up to her wounds on her neck, and a claw popped out of her index finger. The aching of the wound had stopped, and she was, in a way, greatful to that. Though she was used to pain and suffering, no one likes to have a lulling pain in the back of their mind when they are trying to concentrate on bigger issues. She then, to pass away the time, attempted to chisel off all of the dried blood. After all, you only get banished once, and she was intent to cause quiet and interesting spectacle.
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There was a sudden pounding and Jigai was awoken from her light sleep. She had learned to sleep lightly ever since she was little, and dreamed of blowing up things. It seemed to work, and her hawk eyes flickered open on the first pound. She was dozing off there a couple of hours ago, and flakes of dried blood littered the floor in a skewed out way. Her claws, however, had no blood on them, as she liked them to be perfectly clean.
She saw the face of the Assistant Warden (the one who really did all the work, while the Warden got all the credit. He didn't seem to mind, though) looking through the extra-strong glass that was apart of the door to her cell. The glass was fogged from his breath, and the image of him became blurry and distorted through the plexi-glass covering.
She was sleeping like a cat, and not on a bed. She, in fact, was under the bed, with her tail curled around her body for warmth. The venalation system in the cell was only working with cooling for the time being. The blade of her tail was positioned next to her head, as if she was protecting herself night and day, even whilst she rest.
Jigai poked her head out from under the bed and used her three sets of limbs to walk like a four-legged animal, until she was completely out from under the bed. When she reached the door, she reared up and sat back on her back legs, her arm limbs dangling at her sides. Her face rose up from the floor to eye level with the Assistant Warden. He flinched a little at the how her eyes seemed like voids-- no soul or spirit behind them, like her body was a useless husk that was just another filmy body to be throw into the human world and forgotten.
But they wouldn't forget her. The Monster world would have known her to be the most devious criminal since the Wild Suicide, a monster who has pretty much put himself in the book as the meanest creature ever alive. She wanted some good recognition for being the dark creature she was, but she overheard the authorities speaking to the head Monsters Inc. associates. She didn't hear the full discussion, for blood had been leaking out of her ears, but she could tell they didn't want to make her murders public.
The Assitant Warden unlocked the door, and she noticed that behind him there were about six guards with guns. They were different shapes and sizes, but she noticed one thing in common about them: They were green and inexperianced, and they had a wavering fear in their eyes. She smiled inwardly, pleased that she had been able to make others fear her. The Assistant warden looked at her.
"We won't get any trouble from you, will we?" He said, keeping his eyes on her scorpian tail, which could lash out at any moment and take off a limb -- or a head. The guards in the back didn't move until they were commanded to do so.
"Oh, give me a break," Jigai said. "Don't I need all the strength I can get to survive in that damned human world?" She threw back her head in a chilling laugh, which excited the nerves in the guards before her. The Assistant warden flicked his hand a bit, and the guards moved forwards and secured her well. The gaurds shackled her wrists together and put metal cuffs over her individual fingers, which would keep her claws in if she decided to take a few slashes at the guards. They shackled her ankles together as well as her second pair of arms, which they locked to her front pair, making it difficult to move. Cuffs locked her tail to a back restraint on her shoulders, making it virtually inable to move. The Assistant warden held a key to all this metal, and Jigai had her hawk eye on that the whole time. Last, they fastened a mask-like object over her face, to discourage biting with those knife-like teeth. She didn't bother fighting, no, she would make it interesting later.
~*~*~
"Jigai Shoshitsu. You have been sentanced to banishment from the Monster world into the Human world by a council of your peers for the crime of murder. Do you have any last words?" The Warden summed up the trial in a couple of mere words. A guard moved foward and removed the mask from Jigai's face, and she breathed out silently. Her eyes looked drained, but they still looked a feirce as ever.
"Sure do. Here's my last two words: F**k you." She said, smirking with a look of victory. The Warden sighed, but he was used to her verbal abuse. It seemed to be common in her speech, sarcasm and abuse, and anyone who wants to be around her (or is forced to be around her) has to learn to deal with it. His eyes shifted a bit as the top executive at Monsters Inc walked in, late.
"Hello. Sorry I'm late." Sullivan said, taking his position. He was a volenteer for throwing the condemned to their last home, ever. His large blue arms were built with pure muscle and no fat, and he could easily overpower any monster around his size or smaller.
There was a scoff from the left side as another late member of the banishment team, Nyomi, ran in with folders in his hand as his four legs clicked against the linolium floor of Laugh Floor B. He looked like a cenutaur, with black fur and silver-colored hoofs.
His eyes were silver as well, and had a sense of arrogance in them at all times, as he was always strutting around like he owned the place. The only reason he was even on the Banishment team was his distant relation to Sullivan, which was basically an "aunt's uncle's son's mother's dog walker" issue. No one was really sure if he was related or not, but he seemed to believe he was top-class.
Nyomi dropped the folders and the papers scattered all over the floor, into a big mess. The restraints had been removed from Jingai and she had her hands against her sides like mothers do when they find their child stealing cookies from the cookie jar before supper. The look in her eyes was all amused.
"Having trouble, butter fingers?" Jigai smirked. Even though it was the end of the day, the bright colors on the former Scare floor bothered Jigai. She was still a scare-monster at heart...or more or less, a destroying monster, and she (like some others) didn't appove to the change of scare to laughter. It struck her as true that the fact that laughter was stronger then scream may indeed exist, but she still didn't approve of it. To her, it was a matter of dignity and respect to the terminology of "monster." What they basically did was change it into "comical" monsters, like the kind she saw on the television she intercepted from the human world.
The results were positive, but the idea was truely sickening. Many groups on the internet had revolted against this, since they too believed it went against their dignity, but Jigai never really participated in any group activities or clubs (or cults, for that matter). She was always a loner, and a loner she would always be. That is, until she had to learn to live in the real world where humans ruled and monsters were childish fantasies tossed into the garbage for other options in life such as work and money.
Jigai's nerve endings crackled with electricity as she was forced to sit through a reading of her rights and why she is to be banished. It was tormenting, and she believed they did that just to get on her nerves. Still, she had to wait for the right time, for if she acted a moment too early, her whole plan would be ruined. She thought about other things, the mistakes she could make in her plan, exc. She occassionally nodded her head automatically every few moments so that it would look like she was listening, but she really wanted them to shut up. It was a perfect manuveur, though it seemed so simple.
Nyomi yawned a bit and pawned through the papers, his fingers touching the card to the door every once in a while. There was a special set of doors from all around that blasted human world, each one for a banishment. The associates would sit around all day and discuss the condemned and the twelve doors, to figure out which one would cause the most pain and torment. It was a sick practice, and Sullivan didn't quite approve of it, but his job was to watch the energy charts and make sure the company doesn't go down, and all that political stuff. He had little power over the authorities.
Jigai cracked her knuckles and fingers loudly and rudely in the middle of the speech being given by the Warden, which made a silence fall over the group. Since there were no spectators allowed at a banishment (For the sake of the condemned, to save their dignity) the ones silenced were the Warden, Sullivan, Nyomi, and the Assistant Warden and his six guards. There were none others to appear there, and it was meant to be that way.
Jigai looked out of the side of her eye towards Nyomi, who looked distressed, bored and anxious all at the same time. It was an amusing sight, and she knew that he just couldn't wait until the moment when the Warden told him to "load the door." She was amused by his childish anticipation, the thrill to actually load the door the condemned will be thrown (literally) into. She knew that he probably wasn't even supposed to be here, but the Warden had to do something to get him off his back. She had seen Nyomi once and a while at the prison, and damn he was more annoying then the other prisoner guards.
Jigai crossed her two sets of arms, the fingers tapping the biceps accordingly. She was out of thought now, and had to actually listen to what the Warden was droning on about.
"... and therefore you ... .... .... monster world ... ... ... murder ... ... ... to the door which shall ... .... never to come back ... ..."
Well, some of it she listened to, she was far too interested in what everyone else was doing. The guards looked bored, like it was their coffee break and they were wasting it by attending the banishment of another convicted criminal. She tapped her fingers lightly in sync with each other, like she was hearing some sort of inaudible music in which she was following the beat with the pulse of her fingers. Slowly, her finger's pulse began to slow down as she became weary.
Damn depressants...She thought to herself. They had injected her with something fifteen minutes or so ago, and it was beginning to take effect. She could almost see a lifebar beside her, ripe with red blocks for energy, but then slowly going down lower and lower. She shook her head. No, this would mess up her plan! Why didn't she think of this before? In all of her planning and scheming, she didn't expect the depressants until earlier. She should have acted before...now is the time!
"Load the door, Nyomi." The Warden said to the cenutaur monster. He nodded in excitement and grabbed the card. He dropped it in his excitement, but picked it up swiftly lest he be embarrased, and swiped it as fast as a human could swipe a credit card on a shopping spree. A door began coming through on creaky hinges, because it hadn't been used for a long while. The door was splintered and had growths of moss all over it, like it had been sitting in a moist corner and forgotten for years.
The big steel doors were often used for banishments, Jigai noted to herself. She didn't know how exactly she knew, but it just popped into her thoughts somehow. This door was wooden and looked like it was manufactured hundreds of years ago. Heck, it looked like it was about to fall apart at any second.
"You have been condemned to the human world for your actions. May the god bless your soul." The Warden said, as Nyomi chuckled lightly while the red light turned on.
The Warden nodded to Sullivan, and he advanced towards Jigai, hoping to "escort" her into her new home. Sullivan advanced slowly and carefully, though, for he know who and what she was, and he had learned from many a mistake not to underestimate the strength of these criminals. He had a reasonable amount of wounds from underestimation, and he proceeded with caution of the experianced.
Jigai didn't move a muscle, but not at her own will. The depressants seemed to be muscle relaxers too, and she was starting to believe she wouldn't be able to carry out her plan. She mustered all of her strength, then as Sullivan was a mere foot away, she suddenly sprang fowards like an unleashed coil under pressure, and her void black claws were brought down on Sullivan's face, one of them brushing the heavy fur on his cheek and causing no damage, but the other was far worse.
The claw got caught on his lower eyelid, tearing his face down like a cat on a rampage. The cut was jagged and stretched off to the left, going a little towards his left ear. The attack didn't puncture his eyeball, thankfully, but a bunch of blood was suddenly gushing from his face, and he didn't even realize it until the pain registered in his mind. He let out a howl of frustration, and picked up the almost immobalized Jigai and tossed her roughly into the door held open by the surprised Warden.
Jingai, on her way into the creaky portal noticed that Nyomi had seen his first mishap in the banishment business in his miserable life. His eyes were as wide as saucers, and the deed was worth it to see that. The last image she saw was a blood stained floor, when she whirled into another dimension. She twisted around to land on her six feet, but gravity and the force of Sullivan's throw played their cards against her, and she landed with a sickening crack, somewhere in the human world...
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Woohoo! Done with chapter 1^_^ Please review and tell me whatcha thought! I plan to do the next chapter soon...I kinda like my story...o_o by the way, I never have an outline, I put stuff in as I go along so feel free to make suggestions. I appreciate all comments. ^_^ I don't like flames, but I can live with them. Heheh...