Staring at the door, my struggles and shakes doing nothing to free me, I'm
forced to wonder just what's WRONG with Clara. She went crazy, eating that
food, most likely. Or the water's poisoned, meaning I mustn't drink a drop.
Staring ahead blankly, it takes me a few seconds to realize the lights that
mean the ship's in motion are dimming, a sign the power isn't on.
Meaning either we've broken down, which is wonderful, crashed, which is terrific, or
I WILL NOT consider the other option, the one staring me in the face: I'm doomed, because we made it there, for me to be tortured and killed at THE PLACE OF MY ENEMIES.
The door I've kept my eyes on opens, the king coming in. He smiles down at me.
Heart-stopping terror is at a suffocating point. Breathe, breathe, in, out, in, out,
"Hey there." He greets me.
in, out, in. . .
"We've arrived," He says, picking me up.
Ok, NOW I can stop breathing. But, not surprisingly, my body keeps breathing through my terror and my orders, my shakes and struggles giving my breath a rasping sound.
Ignoring my shakes and struggles, ignoring how scared I am, ignoring my slight breathing difficulty, the king carries me through the door.
I find myself in a large room, more like a hall than a room, and he carries me towards another door while I fight to free myself, get out of this predicament, shaking all the while through the terror threatening to kill me.
Through the door, heart beating against my chest while I shake with an uncontrollable fear, making me weak body and mind, unable to think or feel what's happening. And yet I KNOW what's happening as clearly as though it's staring me in the face, which it is.
What must be an airship dock is ahead, surrounded by knights, faces hard and swords at the ready, in full armor. Ahead is the queen, dangerous and deadly, conferring with one who seems to be the leader. The king, feeling my shakes grow more violent, looks down at me, pitying. Horrifying.
Whatever was discussed between the queen and knight, they came to an agreement; I am carried forward, the squadron of guards at the ready on the off chance that I do get out of this mess, at bay from the killing blows to come. Shaking still, struggling through my terror; mindless with fear, I close my eyes, trying not to faint, to cry.
Though the walking stops I can sense the movement continue; drawing me higher at every moment, closer to impending doom. It starts again, and I open my eyes, not wanting to be taken by surprise.
Death staring me in the face, nothing I can do about it. Trying not to scream, terror's fire lit. I can't move, can't try, never to get out of this fast demise.
A large room, high ceiling, floor far below me and the king, the torturer, carrying me. The other of the 'world heroes' are around, making sure I don't get out. A cage is in the center of the room.
The princess tows it over with a long wooden pole, a metal hook gleaming at the end of it. Holding it there, she watches carefully as I am set down on the platform, shaking, struggling. I close my eyes, unsure of what they'll do to me.
*Clink!* I open my eyes and see, sure enough, one of the chains binding my legs has been removed.
*Clink!* The second holding my legs falls free, allowing me to unbend my knees finally, freeing me slightly, though my shakes do not yet subside.
I watch as they unwrap the last one holding my legs, knight and dragon knight holding them so I cannot run just yet. Struggling does nothing against the combined power of these strong foes. Neither do my shakes, as I am still convinced they're just going to use this to hurt me more.
The queen holds me upright while the king unwraps the chain holding my arms and tail hostage, changing her grip to my arms the instant they're free. Together with the knights they lift me up, and place me in the cage somebody unlocked, setting me on the floor gently before stepping out quickly, relocking it. Inside it, still almost too scared to move, I stay, as the cage is levered back into the center.
Hands shaking, heart beating fast, I feel every limb, massaging cramped muscles as feeling returns. Getting up, I look all around me, noticing the door that leads to a private area for business, the platform similar to the one I rested on unwillingly in the ship. Noticing the bars, the floor far below me, I make my decision: The floor isn't far enough away that a fall would kill me.
I back up, as far as I can, until my back is pressed against the door of the waste area, tail coiled like a spring for speed. Taking a deep breath, praying this works, I run forward, fast as my feet carry me, using my tail to propel me forward these few steps and SLAM, face and chest first, remainder following under a second late, into the bars.
A resounding ringing fills the room, and the cage rocks far enough to the side to hit the wall HARD, narrowly avoiding my enemies(pity). Grabbing the bars, I attempt to stay standing as the cage spins, wildly out of control. Fighting a grin from the fun ride, I examine the bars, focusing on each one individually, I find none are even DENTED. Can't say the same for the floor. When it hit the wall like that, major dent. No cracks, though that can be changed. Can't do it later, when I don't have such a headache, might've been moved somewhere else by then. Backing up once more, spinning slowing to a manageable level, chains holding the cage straight above me creaking, I steady myself against the private area, tail curling into a spring, I use it as such and dash forward, slamming into the wall once more, King jumping out of the way, golden hairs smushed between the bars as his tail is stuck, yanking away and- IT WAS NOT SUPPOSED TO STOP JUST THEN!!!!!!!!!!!!
Turning around to look at the bars I see the kings tail, red and raw where the bars hit it, curled around a bar of my prison.
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Enough of a chapter to keep you entertained. Don't expect all that many for a while, I have a combo of inspirational writers block. I keep getting ideas, but while trying to write it down it comes out wrong. Review!
Meaning either we've broken down, which is wonderful, crashed, which is terrific, or
I WILL NOT consider the other option, the one staring me in the face: I'm doomed, because we made it there, for me to be tortured and killed at THE PLACE OF MY ENEMIES.
The door I've kept my eyes on opens, the king coming in. He smiles down at me.
Heart-stopping terror is at a suffocating point. Breathe, breathe, in, out, in, out,
"Hey there." He greets me.
in, out, in. . .
"We've arrived," He says, picking me up.
Ok, NOW I can stop breathing. But, not surprisingly, my body keeps breathing through my terror and my orders, my shakes and struggles giving my breath a rasping sound.
Ignoring my shakes and struggles, ignoring how scared I am, ignoring my slight breathing difficulty, the king carries me through the door.
I find myself in a large room, more like a hall than a room, and he carries me towards another door while I fight to free myself, get out of this predicament, shaking all the while through the terror threatening to kill me.
Through the door, heart beating against my chest while I shake with an uncontrollable fear, making me weak body and mind, unable to think or feel what's happening. And yet I KNOW what's happening as clearly as though it's staring me in the face, which it is.
What must be an airship dock is ahead, surrounded by knights, faces hard and swords at the ready, in full armor. Ahead is the queen, dangerous and deadly, conferring with one who seems to be the leader. The king, feeling my shakes grow more violent, looks down at me, pitying. Horrifying.
Whatever was discussed between the queen and knight, they came to an agreement; I am carried forward, the squadron of guards at the ready on the off chance that I do get out of this mess, at bay from the killing blows to come. Shaking still, struggling through my terror; mindless with fear, I close my eyes, trying not to faint, to cry.
Though the walking stops I can sense the movement continue; drawing me higher at every moment, closer to impending doom. It starts again, and I open my eyes, not wanting to be taken by surprise.
Death staring me in the face, nothing I can do about it. Trying not to scream, terror's fire lit. I can't move, can't try, never to get out of this fast demise.
A large room, high ceiling, floor far below me and the king, the torturer, carrying me. The other of the 'world heroes' are around, making sure I don't get out. A cage is in the center of the room.
The princess tows it over with a long wooden pole, a metal hook gleaming at the end of it. Holding it there, she watches carefully as I am set down on the platform, shaking, struggling. I close my eyes, unsure of what they'll do to me.
*Clink!* I open my eyes and see, sure enough, one of the chains binding my legs has been removed.
*Clink!* The second holding my legs falls free, allowing me to unbend my knees finally, freeing me slightly, though my shakes do not yet subside.
I watch as they unwrap the last one holding my legs, knight and dragon knight holding them so I cannot run just yet. Struggling does nothing against the combined power of these strong foes. Neither do my shakes, as I am still convinced they're just going to use this to hurt me more.
The queen holds me upright while the king unwraps the chain holding my arms and tail hostage, changing her grip to my arms the instant they're free. Together with the knights they lift me up, and place me in the cage somebody unlocked, setting me on the floor gently before stepping out quickly, relocking it. Inside it, still almost too scared to move, I stay, as the cage is levered back into the center.
Hands shaking, heart beating fast, I feel every limb, massaging cramped muscles as feeling returns. Getting up, I look all around me, noticing the door that leads to a private area for business, the platform similar to the one I rested on unwillingly in the ship. Noticing the bars, the floor far below me, I make my decision: The floor isn't far enough away that a fall would kill me.
I back up, as far as I can, until my back is pressed against the door of the waste area, tail coiled like a spring for speed. Taking a deep breath, praying this works, I run forward, fast as my feet carry me, using my tail to propel me forward these few steps and SLAM, face and chest first, remainder following under a second late, into the bars.
A resounding ringing fills the room, and the cage rocks far enough to the side to hit the wall HARD, narrowly avoiding my enemies(pity). Grabbing the bars, I attempt to stay standing as the cage spins, wildly out of control. Fighting a grin from the fun ride, I examine the bars, focusing on each one individually, I find none are even DENTED. Can't say the same for the floor. When it hit the wall like that, major dent. No cracks, though that can be changed. Can't do it later, when I don't have such a headache, might've been moved somewhere else by then. Backing up once more, spinning slowing to a manageable level, chains holding the cage straight above me creaking, I steady myself against the private area, tail curling into a spring, I use it as such and dash forward, slamming into the wall once more, King jumping out of the way, golden hairs smushed between the bars as his tail is stuck, yanking away and- IT WAS NOT SUPPOSED TO STOP JUST THEN!!!!!!!!!!!!
Turning around to look at the bars I see the kings tail, red and raw where the bars hit it, curled around a bar of my prison.
~*^~*^~*^~*^~*^~*^~*^~*^~*^~*^~*^~*^~*^~*^~*^~*^~*^~*^~*^~*^~*^~*^~*^~
Enough of a chapter to keep you entertained. Don't expect all that many for a while, I have a combo of inspirational writers block. I keep getting ideas, but while trying to write it down it comes out wrong. Review!
