Chapter Seven: Dan
"Damn! I lost again!" I flung the game control down. I flicked off the television set that didn't get any channels, since there wasn't any to broadcast, but only worked with the game console I hooked up to it. I stood up, leaving my room.
Who was I looking for, anyway? That crazy genius Deyana? No, I couldn't stand that girl and her wacky ideas. Quiet, I'm-a-slave-to- Deyana, Julio, with his weird little emotional detector? No, he was way to boring. That ugly, god-forsaken winger? Maybe I'd kill the thing.
I slid down the hallway toward the room where Deyana put the monster. I couldn't count how many times wingers had attacked me. Brat was taken by one of those filthy beasts. This one, so called 'human mind' or not, needed to die.
"Evening," Julio stepped out of his room, blocking my path.
"Move it," the large man stepped in front of me. He raised an eyebrow.
"You're too angry, Dan. Calm down or else I guarantee you..."
"What? You'll sic Deyana the rabid genius on me? What, will she pickle me, Julio?" I tried to push past him, but his eyes were nothing to mess with.
"Don't be stupid," Julio turned me around. "Let's go see what's up."
"If I have to go catch anything, I will kill her," I rolled my eyes. I was sick of catching monsters to aid Deyana in her little experiment. My friends were dead because of those stupid missions. They sat in her lab, pickled up in pieces.
"Well, she's not here, darn, she's actually human enough to sleep," I strode into the lab. It made me very uncomfortable. It felt right out of Frankenstein, and that scared me. Soon, she'd find out how to resurrect the dead. Maybe, that'd be good, because I'd get my friends back.
In the middle, the winger, that was in the process of being dismembered and pickled, was on ice, staying fresh, blood freshly pumped from the system. I held my stomach. I saw this scene a lot, but it still made me sick. "You know, that other monster should be down here."
"Don't touch anything but you're pills," Julio added. I rolled me eyes again. I tapped the body of the limp winger, making sure Julio could see me. It was his turn to roll eyes. "Dan, get over it. You're juvenile. I don't know how you have time."
"I'm just sarcastic and not wrapped up in this creature crap," I eyed Julio, staring at the walls, opening cupboards. "Looking at all our pickled buddies? Yeah, I like how she keeps them here, reminding us of how much we've lost. What do you think about her using your buddy Shi Ann's vocal cord?"
"Shut up, Dan," Julio shut the cupboard with a slight bang. I grinned. "She was the only one you really talked to. Two quiet geniuses stuck in a hell on earth, separated when a myrmidon hacked her down..."
A slap stung my cheek. Julio had me pinned against the wall, squeezing air out of my lungs. I gagged, staring into his angry eyes. "Last time, shut up. We don't talk about these things, remember?" I flopped to the ground, gasping breath. I grinned a little. Well, Julio, you don't like Diana that much.
Thanks for the good reviews. Being positive helps, but being critical is good, too. Anyway, this story kind of went into postponement for a while because I'm working on a whole slew of Ronin Warrior stories because it's my favorite anime and a mythology story on Fiction Press. Thanks for reading and reviewing, MorganRay.
"Damn! I lost again!" I flung the game control down. I flicked off the television set that didn't get any channels, since there wasn't any to broadcast, but only worked with the game console I hooked up to it. I stood up, leaving my room.
Who was I looking for, anyway? That crazy genius Deyana? No, I couldn't stand that girl and her wacky ideas. Quiet, I'm-a-slave-to- Deyana, Julio, with his weird little emotional detector? No, he was way to boring. That ugly, god-forsaken winger? Maybe I'd kill the thing.
I slid down the hallway toward the room where Deyana put the monster. I couldn't count how many times wingers had attacked me. Brat was taken by one of those filthy beasts. This one, so called 'human mind' or not, needed to die.
"Evening," Julio stepped out of his room, blocking my path.
"Move it," the large man stepped in front of me. He raised an eyebrow.
"You're too angry, Dan. Calm down or else I guarantee you..."
"What? You'll sic Deyana the rabid genius on me? What, will she pickle me, Julio?" I tried to push past him, but his eyes were nothing to mess with.
"Don't be stupid," Julio turned me around. "Let's go see what's up."
"If I have to go catch anything, I will kill her," I rolled my eyes. I was sick of catching monsters to aid Deyana in her little experiment. My friends were dead because of those stupid missions. They sat in her lab, pickled up in pieces.
"Well, she's not here, darn, she's actually human enough to sleep," I strode into the lab. It made me very uncomfortable. It felt right out of Frankenstein, and that scared me. Soon, she'd find out how to resurrect the dead. Maybe, that'd be good, because I'd get my friends back.
In the middle, the winger, that was in the process of being dismembered and pickled, was on ice, staying fresh, blood freshly pumped from the system. I held my stomach. I saw this scene a lot, but it still made me sick. "You know, that other monster should be down here."
"Don't touch anything but you're pills," Julio added. I rolled me eyes again. I tapped the body of the limp winger, making sure Julio could see me. It was his turn to roll eyes. "Dan, get over it. You're juvenile. I don't know how you have time."
"I'm just sarcastic and not wrapped up in this creature crap," I eyed Julio, staring at the walls, opening cupboards. "Looking at all our pickled buddies? Yeah, I like how she keeps them here, reminding us of how much we've lost. What do you think about her using your buddy Shi Ann's vocal cord?"
"Shut up, Dan," Julio shut the cupboard with a slight bang. I grinned. "She was the only one you really talked to. Two quiet geniuses stuck in a hell on earth, separated when a myrmidon hacked her down..."
A slap stung my cheek. Julio had me pinned against the wall, squeezing air out of my lungs. I gagged, staring into his angry eyes. "Last time, shut up. We don't talk about these things, remember?" I flopped to the ground, gasping breath. I grinned a little. Well, Julio, you don't like Diana that much.
Thanks for the good reviews. Being positive helps, but being critical is good, too. Anyway, this story kind of went into postponement for a while because I'm working on a whole slew of Ronin Warrior stories because it's my favorite anime and a mythology story on Fiction Press. Thanks for reading and reviewing, MorganRay.