Honey, I'm ho-ome!
And this time with a reading-friendly version (cough Phoe-chan, cough). I must say that it was readable on my computer, but that doesn't help, I know. But it was worth a try.
Anyway, in this chapter we're getting to know Emaly's personality a bit more. And maybe, juust maybe, we're going to know what those experiments are.
I'm desperately trying to get Emaly from taking over the storyline. So far she's unstoppable. It's just so much easier writing about her, because I created her, than it is to write about Jak, because frankly I don't know much about the new game and I'm trying hard not to write anything that does not tally with the storyline there. Phew, what a long sentence.
Well, I have one fresh-baked chapter for you here. Next one will be in a little more than a week (if I'm quick) because I'll be outside civilisation (Ok then, the capital area) the next week or so.
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Chapter 2: Pardoned to Hell
They weren't the only ones. There was a room full of them. Litteraly.
24. There was also 24 people in the room the last time she counted. She gave Jak a look. Sleeping an uneasy sleep. How could he sleep at all?
23. Where did the fat brunette go? Oh there. 24.
It was as if part of her was asleep or just numb. Her body was restless, yet it felt heavy as a rock. Her intellectual and creative sides were nowhere to be found. 24. She couldn't relax, just for one second. Just sit there and stare.
24. So instead of going nuts. she counted. 24. No, 25. Another man was thrown into the already crowded room. Recovering from the fall, he approached Emaly.
"There's no room for you here." - 1 metre of free space on each side of her, and there was no room for him?
"-But." He was truly puzzled at that statement.
"Go away your. aura's disturbing" She kept her blank stare at the room.
"You can't take up all that space. ALONE!"
"Watch me"
"Oh, yeah? Then watch _me_ throw _you_ away!"
"As if"
"You won't be so tough when I'm through with you"
"Well you won't be anything if you come just one step closer", at this point she was looking directly into his eyes, giving him a death-glare.
Step.
She rose from her seat.
Another step. He was now standing 5 cm from her, looking down on her indifferent eyes.
"And this is supposed to what. scare me?"
He was 2 metres tall and well-build, but a knee in you-know-where and a fist in the stomach stopped him like it had stopped any other bloke trying to stop her from doing what she wanted to.
"Convinced, or do you want more?"
Yet again she ruled the bench. 25.
Some 5 hours later (of course after reassuring that there now indeed was 25 people in the room for the 5974'th time) a guard fetched one of the prisoners, a skinny boy with large brown eyes.
An hour later they took away one more.
Her mind was beginning to wake up and wonder where they took them, and why.
Then she remembered.
The experiments.
No, this isn't true
No, it can't be
"NOOOOOOO!" A set of strong arms grabbed her and took her out of the room.
---
A chill went down his spine when hearing her loud cry for help. "Where is the off-button?" he silently muttered to himself.
He realized _who_ it was that was being dragged away. He then realized that she was being _dragged away_. This left him alone. Alone with the other 20- something people in the room.
Time to wake up. He stretched his arm and yawned. Never sleep on the floor again. He could feel bruises forming all over his body because of the hard stone floor. Not to mention cold. But mostly hard. Where was he?
Oh yeah that's right. Sandover City she called it. The future? Must be.
His line of thoughts was interrupted by a guard calling him to his feet and dragging him out of the room. or cell. It was a cell, but a big one. Big enough to be classified as a room.
Room it is then.
---
She was placed in a chair. Facing a man fastened on a table of some sort. He didn't move.
Sidric was running around in the laboratory (the same round room as she and Jak got into to test their eco channelling abilities) doing all sorts of things. Adjusting a machine. Fastening the straps holding the man down. Sticking needles into his arms and legs and fastening them to the straps.
Needles. With long pipe-wires running to a big machine next to him. Needles pierce your skin as if it was a dry leaf. She found them both intimidating and fascinating at the same time. Their ability was both healing and deadly at the same time.
In the opposite side of the room a man was sitting in a chair. That was the man that had also been present when choosing the "victims" for this experiment.
"Anaesthetized and ready to go.." Sidric opened a transparent glass bottle containing a glowing red substance. He had obviously managed to get eco liquefied.
He poured it into the machine next to the unconscious man. Emaly could see the eco running through the pipe-wires and as it reached the man's body, he began shaking.
Emaly was just stunned and couldn't move. She wouldn't have been able to move anyway, as she was strapped to the heavy chair she was seated in.
It was as if the man lying unconscious on the table came to life just to suffer the pain the eco added. He screamed and twitched, trying hard to make the pain go away.
Was he awake? She didn't think so. His eyes were open, but he didn't focus. So it was just sheer pain?
"Hope they use a good anaestizer." She thought to herself. His body kept on twitching even though there was no more eco running to his body. When Sidric released the straps holding him down, he rolled on the floor. When a guard picked him up, he was still shaking and twitching.
"He looks like he could survive. But I still suggest you to use a little less next time." The other man said, as Sidric was approaching Emaly while preparing a syringe.
He continued: "So, baby. What's your favourite colour?"
Sidric was wiping her skin clean with a wet cloth. She tried desperately to get her arm free, but nothing worked.
"Fluorescing pink", she said with a dry voice, still focussing on the syringe in Sidric's hand.
She felt her body getting heavy and her eyelids closing against her will. Just before she dozed off, she heard the voices talking
"Which type are we going to use on her?"
"I don't know, you choose"
"I know it's the most expensive, but how about white?"
"White it is then"
She couldn't tell who was speaking when.
White eco? She had heard about that before, somewhere. It was kind of rare, wasn't it?
Darkness was getting hold of her. With a sigh she gave into it, knowing that nothing could be done to stop it.
-----
He recognized the room. It just seemed so unreal that this was reality. And those experiments, horrible. Eco in your veins? What's it going to do? Speed up your blood?
"This one looks like he could become a real man someday." the bossy guy was obviously talking to him.
"Hey!" That just amused him rather than making him apologize.
The Sidric-person was standing next to him, syringe in hand.
Bossy guy: "Judging his excellent ability to channel eco, I say let's give this one special treatment."
"Oh yes, my lord" Sidric was getting so excited that he forgot about the syringe and dropped it. It broke when hitting the floor. Sidric swore over his clumsiness.
Special treatment? What was that supposed to mean? It couldn't be good because it had gotten Sidric all exited!
Before he knew it, Sidric had found a new syringe and stuck it into his arm. Jak just looked at it and wondered what he was doing.
Soon sleepiness came over his exhausted body, and he dozed off into a dreamless sleep.
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Dun dun dun dun. What is going to happen to Emaly? Is she going to survive? And Jak, will our all time favourite elf get his veins fried by the 'special treatment'?
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This is actually the longest thing I have ever written in English, ever. By far the longest. The things we write in class are pathetically short, like 200 words or something. Not enough to get a real story going.
Thanks for the warm welcome of my story, you actually like it, NICE!
Emaly and Jak: No we don't
Kiz: You're not the ones supposed to like it.
Emaly: Still don't like it
Jak: Yeah, get us out of here!
Kiz: Oh no, you're staying here!
Emaly: No way, come on Jak we're leaving
*Jak and Emaly leave the room*
Kiz: HEY COME BACK HERE!
*Nothing happens*
Kiz: *Singing softly* I'm all alone, there's no one here beside me.
While waiting for them to return, I'll answer the review I got (you rock, you know that?)
Phoe-chan: Was that a compliment? Me thinks it was a compliment. Me like compliments. Well I do consider myself to be pretty good at English.
Then I open my mouth. Damn you stupid accent! It is now official, English pronunciation is not easy when you come from Denmark. Doesn't help that I hate my teacher. She's the meanest, most double-standing b*tch that's able to walk! Grr.
Kiz: Well, enough about me let's talk about you.
Emaly: *Comes back in* Eww, you're groase!
Kiz: It's called HUMOR! And thank god, you're back! *Ties Emaly to the nearest unmovable object*
Darksbane: Nope, you won't know until I consider it appropriate to tell you. Nee-nee!
*Kiz is secretly hoping for Darksbane to send Dark Jak after her*
Emaly: You know, if you released me I could take care of all of them.
Kiz: Not a chance
Karlos: Go ahead baby
Kiz: Hey, what are you doing here, I didn't invite you!
Karlos: Darksbane send me
Kiz: *Ties him up and wraps him up in wrapping paper. Returns him to Darksbane* HERE! Ok, I promise I'll include it as soon as it fits in!
A thought hits Kiz: I could actually use Karlos. I could use a real bastard like him.
Emaly: I can kick his ass!
Kiz: Hold your horses baby, we need approval first!
Emaly: It's easier to get acceptance than approval you always say.
Kiz: *Puts ducktape over Emaly's mouth* One problem taken care of.
Shark: Enthusiastic reviewer aren't you? Well here's another chapter, hint hint.
Emaly: mmm nggi mnmn ii
Kiz: I think she's trying to tell you something
Jak: *comes in the door and frees Emaly*
Kiz: Hey, don't do that
Emaly: Thanks Jak *gives him a peck on the cheek*
Jak: *flushes*
Kiz: Aww
Emaly: Thanks for the reviews folks. Want to drop in another one? Go ahead please!
If I missed out on someone - my apologies. I'll make it up to you - somehow.
Kiz: Wow, seven pages on my comp. That sure is something. Hope you enjoyed it!
And this time with a reading-friendly version (cough Phoe-chan, cough). I must say that it was readable on my computer, but that doesn't help, I know. But it was worth a try.
Anyway, in this chapter we're getting to know Emaly's personality a bit more. And maybe, juust maybe, we're going to know what those experiments are.
I'm desperately trying to get Emaly from taking over the storyline. So far she's unstoppable. It's just so much easier writing about her, because I created her, than it is to write about Jak, because frankly I don't know much about the new game and I'm trying hard not to write anything that does not tally with the storyline there. Phew, what a long sentence.
Well, I have one fresh-baked chapter for you here. Next one will be in a little more than a week (if I'm quick) because I'll be outside civilisation (Ok then, the capital area) the next week or so.
-----
Chapter 2: Pardoned to Hell
They weren't the only ones. There was a room full of them. Litteraly.
24. There was also 24 people in the room the last time she counted. She gave Jak a look. Sleeping an uneasy sleep. How could he sleep at all?
23. Where did the fat brunette go? Oh there. 24.
It was as if part of her was asleep or just numb. Her body was restless, yet it felt heavy as a rock. Her intellectual and creative sides were nowhere to be found. 24. She couldn't relax, just for one second. Just sit there and stare.
24. So instead of going nuts. she counted. 24. No, 25. Another man was thrown into the already crowded room. Recovering from the fall, he approached Emaly.
"There's no room for you here." - 1 metre of free space on each side of her, and there was no room for him?
"-But." He was truly puzzled at that statement.
"Go away your. aura's disturbing" She kept her blank stare at the room.
"You can't take up all that space. ALONE!"
"Watch me"
"Oh, yeah? Then watch _me_ throw _you_ away!"
"As if"
"You won't be so tough when I'm through with you"
"Well you won't be anything if you come just one step closer", at this point she was looking directly into his eyes, giving him a death-glare.
Step.
She rose from her seat.
Another step. He was now standing 5 cm from her, looking down on her indifferent eyes.
"And this is supposed to what. scare me?"
He was 2 metres tall and well-build, but a knee in you-know-where and a fist in the stomach stopped him like it had stopped any other bloke trying to stop her from doing what she wanted to.
"Convinced, or do you want more?"
Yet again she ruled the bench. 25.
Some 5 hours later (of course after reassuring that there now indeed was 25 people in the room for the 5974'th time) a guard fetched one of the prisoners, a skinny boy with large brown eyes.
An hour later they took away one more.
Her mind was beginning to wake up and wonder where they took them, and why.
Then she remembered.
The experiments.
No, this isn't true
No, it can't be
"NOOOOOOO!" A set of strong arms grabbed her and took her out of the room.
---
A chill went down his spine when hearing her loud cry for help. "Where is the off-button?" he silently muttered to himself.
He realized _who_ it was that was being dragged away. He then realized that she was being _dragged away_. This left him alone. Alone with the other 20- something people in the room.
Time to wake up. He stretched his arm and yawned. Never sleep on the floor again. He could feel bruises forming all over his body because of the hard stone floor. Not to mention cold. But mostly hard. Where was he?
Oh yeah that's right. Sandover City she called it. The future? Must be.
His line of thoughts was interrupted by a guard calling him to his feet and dragging him out of the room. or cell. It was a cell, but a big one. Big enough to be classified as a room.
Room it is then.
---
She was placed in a chair. Facing a man fastened on a table of some sort. He didn't move.
Sidric was running around in the laboratory (the same round room as she and Jak got into to test their eco channelling abilities) doing all sorts of things. Adjusting a machine. Fastening the straps holding the man down. Sticking needles into his arms and legs and fastening them to the straps.
Needles. With long pipe-wires running to a big machine next to him. Needles pierce your skin as if it was a dry leaf. She found them both intimidating and fascinating at the same time. Their ability was both healing and deadly at the same time.
In the opposite side of the room a man was sitting in a chair. That was the man that had also been present when choosing the "victims" for this experiment.
"Anaesthetized and ready to go.." Sidric opened a transparent glass bottle containing a glowing red substance. He had obviously managed to get eco liquefied.
He poured it into the machine next to the unconscious man. Emaly could see the eco running through the pipe-wires and as it reached the man's body, he began shaking.
Emaly was just stunned and couldn't move. She wouldn't have been able to move anyway, as she was strapped to the heavy chair she was seated in.
It was as if the man lying unconscious on the table came to life just to suffer the pain the eco added. He screamed and twitched, trying hard to make the pain go away.
Was he awake? She didn't think so. His eyes were open, but he didn't focus. So it was just sheer pain?
"Hope they use a good anaestizer." She thought to herself. His body kept on twitching even though there was no more eco running to his body. When Sidric released the straps holding him down, he rolled on the floor. When a guard picked him up, he was still shaking and twitching.
"He looks like he could survive. But I still suggest you to use a little less next time." The other man said, as Sidric was approaching Emaly while preparing a syringe.
He continued: "So, baby. What's your favourite colour?"
Sidric was wiping her skin clean with a wet cloth. She tried desperately to get her arm free, but nothing worked.
"Fluorescing pink", she said with a dry voice, still focussing on the syringe in Sidric's hand.
She felt her body getting heavy and her eyelids closing against her will. Just before she dozed off, she heard the voices talking
"Which type are we going to use on her?"
"I don't know, you choose"
"I know it's the most expensive, but how about white?"
"White it is then"
She couldn't tell who was speaking when.
White eco? She had heard about that before, somewhere. It was kind of rare, wasn't it?
Darkness was getting hold of her. With a sigh she gave into it, knowing that nothing could be done to stop it.
-----
He recognized the room. It just seemed so unreal that this was reality. And those experiments, horrible. Eco in your veins? What's it going to do? Speed up your blood?
"This one looks like he could become a real man someday." the bossy guy was obviously talking to him.
"Hey!" That just amused him rather than making him apologize.
The Sidric-person was standing next to him, syringe in hand.
Bossy guy: "Judging his excellent ability to channel eco, I say let's give this one special treatment."
"Oh yes, my lord" Sidric was getting so excited that he forgot about the syringe and dropped it. It broke when hitting the floor. Sidric swore over his clumsiness.
Special treatment? What was that supposed to mean? It couldn't be good because it had gotten Sidric all exited!
Before he knew it, Sidric had found a new syringe and stuck it into his arm. Jak just looked at it and wondered what he was doing.
Soon sleepiness came over his exhausted body, and he dozed off into a dreamless sleep.
-----
Dun dun dun dun. What is going to happen to Emaly? Is she going to survive? And Jak, will our all time favourite elf get his veins fried by the 'special treatment'?
-----
This is actually the longest thing I have ever written in English, ever. By far the longest. The things we write in class are pathetically short, like 200 words or something. Not enough to get a real story going.
Thanks for the warm welcome of my story, you actually like it, NICE!
Emaly and Jak: No we don't
Kiz: You're not the ones supposed to like it.
Emaly: Still don't like it
Jak: Yeah, get us out of here!
Kiz: Oh no, you're staying here!
Emaly: No way, come on Jak we're leaving
*Jak and Emaly leave the room*
Kiz: HEY COME BACK HERE!
*Nothing happens*
Kiz: *Singing softly* I'm all alone, there's no one here beside me.
While waiting for them to return, I'll answer the review I got (you rock, you know that?)
Phoe-chan: Was that a compliment? Me thinks it was a compliment. Me like compliments. Well I do consider myself to be pretty good at English.
Then I open my mouth. Damn you stupid accent! It is now official, English pronunciation is not easy when you come from Denmark. Doesn't help that I hate my teacher. She's the meanest, most double-standing b*tch that's able to walk! Grr.
Kiz: Well, enough about me let's talk about you.
Emaly: *Comes back in* Eww, you're groase!
Kiz: It's called HUMOR! And thank god, you're back! *Ties Emaly to the nearest unmovable object*
Darksbane: Nope, you won't know until I consider it appropriate to tell you. Nee-nee!
*Kiz is secretly hoping for Darksbane to send Dark Jak after her*
Emaly: You know, if you released me I could take care of all of them.
Kiz: Not a chance
Karlos: Go ahead baby
Kiz: Hey, what are you doing here, I didn't invite you!
Karlos: Darksbane send me
Kiz: *Ties him up and wraps him up in wrapping paper. Returns him to Darksbane* HERE! Ok, I promise I'll include it as soon as it fits in!
A thought hits Kiz: I could actually use Karlos. I could use a real bastard like him.
Emaly: I can kick his ass!
Kiz: Hold your horses baby, we need approval first!
Emaly: It's easier to get acceptance than approval you always say.
Kiz: *Puts ducktape over Emaly's mouth* One problem taken care of.
Shark: Enthusiastic reviewer aren't you? Well here's another chapter, hint hint.
Emaly: mmm nggi mnmn ii
Kiz: I think she's trying to tell you something
Jak: *comes in the door and frees Emaly*
Kiz: Hey, don't do that
Emaly: Thanks Jak *gives him a peck on the cheek*
Jak: *flushes*
Kiz: Aww
Emaly: Thanks for the reviews folks. Want to drop in another one? Go ahead please!
If I missed out on someone - my apologies. I'll make it up to you - somehow.
Kiz: Wow, seven pages on my comp. That sure is something. Hope you enjoyed it!