Chapter 2:
Cyle:
In the Unknown Zone
"Where are you?" I barely whispered. I had been held captive by an evil dingo called Kintor the Wicked for the past 6 years. He took me from my home, and held me prisoner, chained in his dungeons. The last memory I had from my free life was hearing my best friend's cry of rage at seeing me kidnapped. But I knew that she would rescue me one day. This gave me hope, and kept me strong enough to endure the great pain and suffering, day after day after day.
"Looks like our little prisoner is breaking the rule of silence," Barked Kintor's Second-in-command and Head Guard, who was another dingo called Ironclaw, who had a robotic right leg and eye, robotic arms, and a robotic tail. "What is it you need so badly, that you would do that?"
"Water…" I gasped, covering for my foolish mistake. I wasn't allowed to speak, except for emergencies.
"Water, eh?" Replied Ironclaw. "I have a better idea. How about I chop off your tongue, so you can stay qui-"
"Touch him, and you'll wish you were never born." It was Kintor. I could see him in the shadows. His body was more robotic than natural, giving him a very threatening look. "Give him water. A dead captive is a useless one, anyway."
Ironclaw obeyed, muttering so only I could hear him, "Why he even keeps you around, I don't know…"
"Now come, Ironclaw," Kintor continued. "We have things to discuss." Knowing better than to anger Kintor, Ironclaw obliged.
As soon they were out of earshot, I croaked, "You said you'd come to rescue me. Where are you? Please…hurry." And my world went black.