Reckoning
By: KaKaVegeGurl
Author's Note:
Okay I read this fic over and thought it needed some TLC.
Now that I have indeed seen Season 3, and all up till 5; I'm just going to have fun in changing some things.
I don't want to spoil too much, things will still be the same, only more professionally written and touched up, much more detail and sense.
This is not a Jamber, possibly Jallie though.
Only time will tell.
So sit back and enjoy! Have a nice steaming cup of yaoi!
KaKaVegeGurl
Side Notes:
"..." Thoughts
Revamped Prologue
He wasn't sure how many days it had been since he'd been thrown in here, three possibly? If not a few more... But he'd remembered he'd put up a pretty good fight before the door was closed and the room was vacant of everyone but him.
He let out a heavy sigh and sat back, staring at the dirty, rusty metal wall in front of him. Looking up at the heavy ceiling he realized that the room looked as if it were just about to cave in on him and smother his body. There wasn't much light for him to see anything with, only a small candle in the farthest corner from him.
A mere three yards away was a sink and a mirror. Both seemed old and unused, there was blood and dirt splattered across them; dried and gritty. The cold stone floor he sat on had definantly seen better days, and over the walls were layers of graffiti as well as chain links leading down in a tight hold around both his wrists and feet.
There was a small, dusty window near the wall to his right, at only one foot of height and two of wideness; but judging from what you could see through it, it was night.
Big metal doors were on the wall closest to his left side. The bed, which was just beside the doors, was both clean and neatly laid out; as if it hadn't been slept on in months.
He sat in the corner alone, cold and dirty on the floor. He face was painted with smudges of dried blood and dirt; the red plaid pants he wore were torn and messy, and his shirt; which was obviously not on him, was lying on the floor near the door. The sneakers on his feet were worn and dirty as well.
He looked like he'd been through a few fights; blood, bruises, and a few scratches were painted across his vivid shell.
Reaching up weakly, he pulled on the chains that held his arms captive, only frowning when the metal links didn't give way. Though it was something he'd expected.
His head dropped down to lay against his knees and closing his eyes he felt them; the stinging in his closed eyes told him that in his mind, he had accepted his defeat. He knew when he was beaten, and this was depressingly one of those times.
He could just smell the death rotting off his body already, the feeling of emptiness settling in around him. He was weak, he was tired, and he was hungry. On the outside his skin was looking gray with discolor, like it was losing all taste. His body looked different but his face was the same, save his eyes.
Empty with sorrow and defeat. They had darkened the most.
Finally standing up on his own two legs, which felt as if they would collapse beneath him, he took one wrist in the other and rubbed it, grimacing at the pain. Looking down he noticed the dried blood and rust that had dug into his skin and felt like he was going to cry again.
The feeling of hopelessness was overwhelming him, it hurt, like someone was cutting him into pieces. As the awareness of a dizzy spell drew over his skull he fell back slowly until he hit the wall and slid down to sit on the ground once more.
It looked to him that things couldn't possibly get any worse then they were already, but just as the thought swam across his mind the door creaked open and a man walked in.
"Alright pretty boy, get off your ass and come here." He had a long metal bar in his hands and a victorious smirk over his face. Light tan spiky hair and the chosen marking on his forehead, "You and one of your friends have been chosen to watch your leader join Zoot. I think you'll enjoy it a lot... Jack."
Ending Notes:
Much better! Wait fer revamped Chapter 1, if I DO revamp it! Review?
KaKaVegeGurl