Black Feather: Episode XX
"Deliverance"
Sphere Detainment Facility
11:24 p.m., 03/10
Light invaded Qastor's eyes.
"Wake up you!" The prison guard pointed his flashlight at Qastor's face.
He found himself in the corner of a damp, rusty cell. The barred door was pushed to the side; tiny flecks of rust and old paint jumped from the impact.
"Get up! It's time for your questioning!" The guard audaciously traipsed in and grabbed Qastor by his hair.
"Urrrghh... Let go of me, puke face..." The guard's eyes narrowed. He swung Qastor against the wall.
"I really wish I could kill you right now, but orders are orders..." The guard snickered, forced Qastor up to his feet, and led him around the maze of halls.
Qastor found himself strapped onto a wall. A bright lamp was pointed towards his face. He squinted.
A tall man in a heavy trenchcoat walked in. Another man in uniform was manning a mechanism nearby. Three other guards stood in the darkness.
"Look alive, prisoner! It's time for you to start answering questions." The man in cloak had his back to Qastor.
"...arrggh... Where... am I...?" Qastor hadn't eaten in a day.
"Shut up! I'm the one asking stupid questions here!" The cloaked man gave a puzzled look. The other guards quietly chuckled.
"Alright, you! Answer me this: Where is 'he?'"
"..."
"Well!?"
"...wha...?"
The cloaked man motioned to the man at the mechanism. The man pulled down a lever. Electricity surged throughout Qastor's body.
"AAAAAHHHHGGGGGKKKKK!!!!" Qastor gasped for breath when the shock was over.
"I said, Where is 'he!?'" The cloaked man struck his foot on the floor.
"...I... don't know... what you're talking... about... *cough*"
"If we don't find 'him' soon, then he'll get to 'it' before we do, and you know how important 'it' is to Sphere... " The guards silently chatted in the shadows.
The man in cloak turned around. His death-pale face shined in the light. A glare stuck to his bald head. He grabbed Qastor's collar and brought it close to his visage.
"Where... Is... He..." The man in cloak spoke in a threatening low tone. Qastor replied.
The man withdrew, wiping Qastor's spit from his cheek. Qastor gave a slight grin. The man motioned.
Electricity cackled.
"WHERE IS 'HE!?'"
"Right here." The door swung open. The electricity stopped.
The man in cloak gasped and disappeared.
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Qastor woke up flat on the ground. The guards lay dead near in a puddle of blood and gore. His eyes turned to the door. Instead, he found 'him' standing in front of him, looking down. 'He' squatted down and whispered, "I need you alive." 'He' stood back up and walked out the door.
"Rey... Vyn...! I'm not done with you... yet..." Qastor reached out his hand. His vision blurred and his hand coiled. He was then knocked out cold.
"Deliverance"
Sphere Detainment Facility
11:24 p.m., 03/10
Light invaded Qastor's eyes.
"Wake up you!" The prison guard pointed his flashlight at Qastor's face.
He found himself in the corner of a damp, rusty cell. The barred door was pushed to the side; tiny flecks of rust and old paint jumped from the impact.
"Get up! It's time for your questioning!" The guard audaciously traipsed in and grabbed Qastor by his hair.
"Urrrghh... Let go of me, puke face..." The guard's eyes narrowed. He swung Qastor against the wall.
"I really wish I could kill you right now, but orders are orders..." The guard snickered, forced Qastor up to his feet, and led him around the maze of halls.
Qastor found himself strapped onto a wall. A bright lamp was pointed towards his face. He squinted.
A tall man in a heavy trenchcoat walked in. Another man in uniform was manning a mechanism nearby. Three other guards stood in the darkness.
"Look alive, prisoner! It's time for you to start answering questions." The man in cloak had his back to Qastor.
"...arrggh... Where... am I...?" Qastor hadn't eaten in a day.
"Shut up! I'm the one asking stupid questions here!" The cloaked man gave a puzzled look. The other guards quietly chuckled.
"Alright, you! Answer me this: Where is 'he?'"
"..."
"Well!?"
"...wha...?"
The cloaked man motioned to the man at the mechanism. The man pulled down a lever. Electricity surged throughout Qastor's body.
"AAAAAHHHHGGGGGKKKKK!!!!" Qastor gasped for breath when the shock was over.
"I said, Where is 'he!?'" The cloaked man struck his foot on the floor.
"...I... don't know... what you're talking... about... *cough*"
"If we don't find 'him' soon, then he'll get to 'it' before we do, and you know how important 'it' is to Sphere... " The guards silently chatted in the shadows.
The man in cloak turned around. His death-pale face shined in the light. A glare stuck to his bald head. He grabbed Qastor's collar and brought it close to his visage.
"Where... Is... He..." The man in cloak spoke in a threatening low tone. Qastor replied.
The man withdrew, wiping Qastor's spit from his cheek. Qastor gave a slight grin. The man motioned.
Electricity cackled.
"WHERE IS 'HE!?'"
"Right here." The door swung open. The electricity stopped.
The man in cloak gasped and disappeared.
____________________________
Qastor woke up flat on the ground. The guards lay dead near in a puddle of blood and gore. His eyes turned to the door. Instead, he found 'him' standing in front of him, looking down. 'He' squatted down and whispered, "I need you alive." 'He' stood back up and walked out the door.
"Rey... Vyn...! I'm not done with you... yet..." Qastor reached out his hand. His vision blurred and his hand coiled. He was then knocked out cold.