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LXG: The rising of an old friend By Elven Emma
Sawyer blinked his eyes open. He was surrounded by stone walls and his wrists were chained to them. His feet were tied together tightly, he felt useless. The metal door in front of him opened. Light flooded in to the dark room and a silhouette stood in the doorway. He gave short chuckle. Sawyer's eyes eventually got used to the dark and the man's features came clearer.
'You!' Sawyer shouted. It was Farling.
'Touchy, touchy. I'm not pleased to see you either but I need you for something.' Sawyer was thirsty and his mouth was dry. Talking seemed like hard work. 'Quartermain trusted you, didn't he? The rest of the League trusted him. You were quite the team when you knew who your enemies were.'
'I fail to see what he has to do with anything.'
'You will see. He may be dead, long gone.' It hurt Sawyer to hear those words, to be reminded of what had happened. 'But he may still be of use to me. With the aid of that old book you kindly gave me, I've been talking to the spirits. But it seems old Alan won't listen to me, but he'll listen to you. I need you to tell him that I'm willing to make a deal with him. He helps me and none of you will be harmed. And when it's all over he can go back to resting in peace.'
Sawyer wasn't sure what to think. Had he gone mad? Or was he telling the truth? If it was all true, then he didn't want to be the one who harmed Alan, but how do you hurt a ghost? But if he didn't do it then his friends could be in trouble. Sawyer was confused and didn't know what to do.
Helen lay in her bed. It felt like the spirits were swimming in her head. Mina felt the same way, as did the rest of the League. The spirits had spread to them as well now. All of them saw it. The orb. A man stood in front of it with another man knelt down beside him. He was looking down. The first man hit him and the second looked up. They recognised his face, it was Sawyer. Ghostly spirits were swirling around the two men, flying in and out of the orb. One of the spirits took the form of a third man. * 'I wish to make a deal with you' *
Helen jolted and woke in a warm sweat. Had the weather been cooler it would have been a cold sweat. She stepped out of the small hut and on to the dusty road. She looked behind her; Mina was tossing and turning in the other bed. Helen headed to the Embassy building and walked past a hut that contained Jekyll. It looked like he was having a nightmare too.
She walked in to the, now less smoky, room (since there were few people awake at that time). She was met by a familiar rain coat and black hat. Skinner turned around.
'So you couldn't sleep either then?'
'Well I could, until I started having this weird dream. Did you have one by any chance?'
'Nah, I couldn't get to sleep in the first place. Although, I did keep getting these weird thoughts of Sawyer. Maybe I just miss making fun of his accent.'
'Wait a minute; was he in front of this weird orb thing?'
'Yeah that's it. How did you know?'
'Oh, Just a wild guess.'
Once they were all awake, they discovered that they had all had the same dream, whether day dream or nightmare.
'Perhaps the best thing to do is continue our search for Sawyer.' said Nemo.
'I agree.' replied Jekyll.
'And I suggest that I keep an eye on Skinner if it comes to us having to split up.' said Helen.
'Oh and why's that?' said Skinner, thinking that Helen had finally come to his charm.
'Because, Mr. Skinner,' he hated it when she said Mr. in that way, 'Yesterday one of the natives saw your floating hat and thought one of their gods had come to take them away.'
'Good idea, after all, you are the only one who can see him. In a sense.' said Nemo.
'Are you all ganging up on me now?' with that, Skinner headed for the door and went outside. 'I think you should come and look at this.'
The others followed him and were slightly taken aback by who greeted them. About 50 men with machine guns stood in their way and there were more around the building. They were surrounded.
LXG: The rising of an old friend By Elven Emma
Sawyer blinked his eyes open. He was surrounded by stone walls and his wrists were chained to them. His feet were tied together tightly, he felt useless. The metal door in front of him opened. Light flooded in to the dark room and a silhouette stood in the doorway. He gave short chuckle. Sawyer's eyes eventually got used to the dark and the man's features came clearer.
'You!' Sawyer shouted. It was Farling.
'Touchy, touchy. I'm not pleased to see you either but I need you for something.' Sawyer was thirsty and his mouth was dry. Talking seemed like hard work. 'Quartermain trusted you, didn't he? The rest of the League trusted him. You were quite the team when you knew who your enemies were.'
'I fail to see what he has to do with anything.'
'You will see. He may be dead, long gone.' It hurt Sawyer to hear those words, to be reminded of what had happened. 'But he may still be of use to me. With the aid of that old book you kindly gave me, I've been talking to the spirits. But it seems old Alan won't listen to me, but he'll listen to you. I need you to tell him that I'm willing to make a deal with him. He helps me and none of you will be harmed. And when it's all over he can go back to resting in peace.'
Sawyer wasn't sure what to think. Had he gone mad? Or was he telling the truth? If it was all true, then he didn't want to be the one who harmed Alan, but how do you hurt a ghost? But if he didn't do it then his friends could be in trouble. Sawyer was confused and didn't know what to do.
Helen lay in her bed. It felt like the spirits were swimming in her head. Mina felt the same way, as did the rest of the League. The spirits had spread to them as well now. All of them saw it. The orb. A man stood in front of it with another man knelt down beside him. He was looking down. The first man hit him and the second looked up. They recognised his face, it was Sawyer. Ghostly spirits were swirling around the two men, flying in and out of the orb. One of the spirits took the form of a third man. * 'I wish to make a deal with you' *
Helen jolted and woke in a warm sweat. Had the weather been cooler it would have been a cold sweat. She stepped out of the small hut and on to the dusty road. She looked behind her; Mina was tossing and turning in the other bed. Helen headed to the Embassy building and walked past a hut that contained Jekyll. It looked like he was having a nightmare too.
She walked in to the, now less smoky, room (since there were few people awake at that time). She was met by a familiar rain coat and black hat. Skinner turned around.
'So you couldn't sleep either then?'
'Well I could, until I started having this weird dream. Did you have one by any chance?'
'Nah, I couldn't get to sleep in the first place. Although, I did keep getting these weird thoughts of Sawyer. Maybe I just miss making fun of his accent.'
'Wait a minute; was he in front of this weird orb thing?'
'Yeah that's it. How did you know?'
'Oh, Just a wild guess.'
Once they were all awake, they discovered that they had all had the same dream, whether day dream or nightmare.
'Perhaps the best thing to do is continue our search for Sawyer.' said Nemo.
'I agree.' replied Jekyll.
'And I suggest that I keep an eye on Skinner if it comes to us having to split up.' said Helen.
'Oh and why's that?' said Skinner, thinking that Helen had finally come to his charm.
'Because, Mr. Skinner,' he hated it when she said Mr. in that way, 'Yesterday one of the natives saw your floating hat and thought one of their gods had come to take them away.'
'Good idea, after all, you are the only one who can see him. In a sense.' said Nemo.
'Are you all ganging up on me now?' with that, Skinner headed for the door and went outside. 'I think you should come and look at this.'
The others followed him and were slightly taken aback by who greeted them. About 50 men with machine guns stood in their way and there were more around the building. They were surrounded.