Sorry that it has taken me so long to post folks...my computer sorta got fed up with my abuse and crashed on me mutters something about damned 'puters but on the bright side; while my internet wasn't working I did get a couple more chappies written...
I unfortunately don't own the G-boys; if I did I would be much happier, wallowing in money. But I don't so don't bother suing; I don't have anything, I'm a poor college student people! Unless of course you want a couple blood thirsty dust bunnies....I got plenty of those. Comments are always appreciated....craved actually. REVIEWS!!! I NEED REVIEWS. Uh...sorry....I'm ok now. So please, review; let me know what you liked, what you didn't, the good, the bad and the ugly basically. However flames will be laughed at, so I wouldn't even bother.
Chapter 3 The Escape
I woke with a start, sitting bolt upright; it took me several seconds to realize where I was. Finally, the soft snores of sixty other slaves, and the labored breathing of my best friend reminded me where I was. Hell. I lay back down, trying to force myself to get a few more hours of sleep; my internal clock said that it was only four in the morning; the crew wouldn't be up for another hour. I moved my hand across my chest; something softer then my callused hand moved with it. I blinked. What the hell? I picked up my hand, from it dangled the black leather pouch that the Dark Lord had given me in my dream. Once again I sat bolt upright in bed, starring at the little cloth. It was impossible... Against my better judgment I lay back down on my side, and opened the bag. Inside were two pieces of twisted metal...lock picks; and a small black polished stone. I picked up the stone; it was warm to the touch. A sound outside told me that the crew was moving. Quickly I shoved the picks and the stone back into the bag, and looped it around my neck, hiding it in the folds of my tunic. So the Dark God wanted me to escape, hmm, alright, I wasn't one to throw away a blessing from a god, no matter which one it was from...
That day consisted mainly of planning my escape for that night. It had to be tonight; tomorrow, we would be to away from the island. I glanced at the sky, a storm was brewing. Another warped blessing from the Gods.
It was night when the storm hit; and hit it did. The ship lurched beneath my feet as I moved around the deck, attempting to secure the different lines. All the while, my mind was racing.....how could I use this to my advantage? I knew that this storm was not natural. The crewmen had said as much. This was not the type of storm for this region, nor this season... This storm was more akin to the destructive hurricanes and typhoons of the south, rather then the squalls that happened here in the northern region. When lightning struck the main mast; I was the only one who didn't panic, instead I felt a wicked smile curve my lips. This was what I was looking for, something to distract the men from the slaves; and thus, from MY doings. Quickly, as not to waste time, I threw myself over to where Solo battled to stay standing; battling not only the wind and surf, but the illness that ate at his body. I wrapped my arm around his waist and dragged him under the stairs that led to the upper deck. "Duo...?" Solo whispered, his voice distant and sleepy. I looked at my friend and brother; the lights were on....but no one seemed to be home. Quickly, I drew out the lock picks that the Dark Lord had given me; and thanking the gods who gave me steady hands; undid mine and Solo's chains. Out of the corner of my eye I caught a flash of golden bronze skin in a flash of lightning. Wufei stood a few feet from our hiding place; unaffected by the storm....in fact he seemed to be enjoying it. Without stopping to think, I lunged out of my hole and grabbed Wufei's arm, dragging him under the stair,
"What are you doing?" Wufei asked; as I started working on his chains, I had them off in an instant. Wufei starred at me, his mouth opening and closing, surprise momentarily stealing his voice. I put a hand to his mouth; "Quiet 'fei, we're getting out of here." I stated, removing my hand.
"And exactly how do you think to manage that?" Wufei asked, growling slightly. I grinned; finding what I wanted in a quick flash of lightning. "Come on!" I yelled; grabbing Solo and plunging into the wall of water.
"Damned baka!" Wufei growled, quickly following the dark haired fool. My target was a small life boat tied down to the boat deck. Moving swiftly, I all but threw Solo into the boat; setting my brother as carefully as possible, then I began working at the knots that held the boat in place on the deck. "MOVE BAKA!" Wufei shouted over the boom of thunder; in a flash of lightning I saw Wufei led something in his hand, raising it above his head....the lightning glinted off the curve of metal as Wufei slashed through the rope in one smooth motion. I jumped into the boat as Wufei slashed a second cord...
"HEY!" A voice cried; we had been seen. Wufei leap into the boat, handing me the short sword as he did so. I sliced through the third tie; the man was closer, moving quickly despite the water that crashed onto the deck. Suddenly the ship lurched as a large wave slammed into the side, water flooded the deck. The rushing water hit the life boat just as I sliced through the last tie; the lifeboat lurched and shuttered as the wave carried it over the railing and into the black water of the ocean....
I unfortunately don't own the G-boys; if I did I would be much happier, wallowing in money. But I don't so don't bother suing; I don't have anything, I'm a poor college student people! Unless of course you want a couple blood thirsty dust bunnies....I got plenty of those. Comments are always appreciated....craved actually. REVIEWS!!! I NEED REVIEWS. Uh...sorry....I'm ok now. So please, review; let me know what you liked, what you didn't, the good, the bad and the ugly basically. However flames will be laughed at, so I wouldn't even bother.
Chapter 3 The Escape
I woke with a start, sitting bolt upright; it took me several seconds to realize where I was. Finally, the soft snores of sixty other slaves, and the labored breathing of my best friend reminded me where I was. Hell. I lay back down, trying to force myself to get a few more hours of sleep; my internal clock said that it was only four in the morning; the crew wouldn't be up for another hour. I moved my hand across my chest; something softer then my callused hand moved with it. I blinked. What the hell? I picked up my hand, from it dangled the black leather pouch that the Dark Lord had given me in my dream. Once again I sat bolt upright in bed, starring at the little cloth. It was impossible... Against my better judgment I lay back down on my side, and opened the bag. Inside were two pieces of twisted metal...lock picks; and a small black polished stone. I picked up the stone; it was warm to the touch. A sound outside told me that the crew was moving. Quickly I shoved the picks and the stone back into the bag, and looped it around my neck, hiding it in the folds of my tunic. So the Dark God wanted me to escape, hmm, alright, I wasn't one to throw away a blessing from a god, no matter which one it was from...
That day consisted mainly of planning my escape for that night. It had to be tonight; tomorrow, we would be to away from the island. I glanced at the sky, a storm was brewing. Another warped blessing from the Gods.
It was night when the storm hit; and hit it did. The ship lurched beneath my feet as I moved around the deck, attempting to secure the different lines. All the while, my mind was racing.....how could I use this to my advantage? I knew that this storm was not natural. The crewmen had said as much. This was not the type of storm for this region, nor this season... This storm was more akin to the destructive hurricanes and typhoons of the south, rather then the squalls that happened here in the northern region. When lightning struck the main mast; I was the only one who didn't panic, instead I felt a wicked smile curve my lips. This was what I was looking for, something to distract the men from the slaves; and thus, from MY doings. Quickly, as not to waste time, I threw myself over to where Solo battled to stay standing; battling not only the wind and surf, but the illness that ate at his body. I wrapped my arm around his waist and dragged him under the stairs that led to the upper deck. "Duo...?" Solo whispered, his voice distant and sleepy. I looked at my friend and brother; the lights were on....but no one seemed to be home. Quickly, I drew out the lock picks that the Dark Lord had given me; and thanking the gods who gave me steady hands; undid mine and Solo's chains. Out of the corner of my eye I caught a flash of golden bronze skin in a flash of lightning. Wufei stood a few feet from our hiding place; unaffected by the storm....in fact he seemed to be enjoying it. Without stopping to think, I lunged out of my hole and grabbed Wufei's arm, dragging him under the stair,
"What are you doing?" Wufei asked; as I started working on his chains, I had them off in an instant. Wufei starred at me, his mouth opening and closing, surprise momentarily stealing his voice. I put a hand to his mouth; "Quiet 'fei, we're getting out of here." I stated, removing my hand.
"And exactly how do you think to manage that?" Wufei asked, growling slightly. I grinned; finding what I wanted in a quick flash of lightning. "Come on!" I yelled; grabbing Solo and plunging into the wall of water.
"Damned baka!" Wufei growled, quickly following the dark haired fool. My target was a small life boat tied down to the boat deck. Moving swiftly, I all but threw Solo into the boat; setting my brother as carefully as possible, then I began working at the knots that held the boat in place on the deck. "MOVE BAKA!" Wufei shouted over the boom of thunder; in a flash of lightning I saw Wufei led something in his hand, raising it above his head....the lightning glinted off the curve of metal as Wufei slashed through the rope in one smooth motion. I jumped into the boat as Wufei slashed a second cord...
"HEY!" A voice cried; we had been seen. Wufei leap into the boat, handing me the short sword as he did so. I sliced through the third tie; the man was closer, moving quickly despite the water that crashed onto the deck. Suddenly the ship lurched as a large wave slammed into the side, water flooded the deck. The rushing water hit the life boat just as I sliced through the last tie; the lifeboat lurched and shuttered as the wave carried it over the railing and into the black water of the ocean....