Ugh... I got this helluva cold today. Randomly, too. I was just in class when all of a sudden my throat started to hurt, then my ears, then I just felt crummy... then I went to the doctors and waited two hours for them to give me some shampoo like substance to gurgle for my throat, but its not getting rid of the sickness. I got real mad at that.
And that medicine! I used it once today, and I vow never to take it again. It 1) Felt like shampoo in my mouth, 2) Tasted like you'd expect dish detergent to taste like, and 3) Left my tongue numb for a good half hour. No, that wasn't cool. I'd rather suffer. Cause I know I'll get over things quickly.
But yah. Here's the next chapter, within the same month as the last update. We're winding down, folks. Once this is done, I'm starting a story that got deleted some time ago... I think you guys will like it.
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"Impossible"
Ilchymis adjusted his microscope, taking a closer look at the red liquid underneath of it. "How did they... Why would they... Where did they get the technology"
Belle looked at Ilchymis with confusion. She had just discovered that Ilchymis loved to talk to himself when he was working on something. As usual, it was in the form of a question, but it had never sounded this urgent. She jumped when Ilchymis looked directly at her. "Belle, where did the captain say he was heading to"
"Um..." The sudden attention from the scholar had surprised her. It was the first time he had even looked at her during this whole experiment of his. "I think he was going to Yafutoma"
Ilchymis cursed to himself. "How are we going to get to Yafutoma in time? Goodness"
"Why do you need to get to Yafutoma"
Ilchymis didn't answer, packing away all of his equipment. "Tell everyone that they need to prepare for a trip, get in contact with the Empire so we can borrow a ship. We need to get to Vyse, NOW"
Belle blinked before going off to tell everyone the news. She had never seen Ilchymis so panicked. What in the world was going on"
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Voices. They were talking somewhere above her. She tried to open her eyes but found she couldn't. She couldn't feel her body, not even the tips of her fingers. 'I've been drugged,' she concluded. Giving up, she concentrated on the voices.
"Is everything where it's supposed to be"
"Yes"
"I hope it wasn't too difficult""And here's the next part of the plan. In one piece, too, I'm impressed." I'm assuming you didn't have to force her"
"... You're a sick man"
"Yes, that I know"
Both of the voices were familiar, but the second one seemed to be someone she knew well, but the drug was working all too well, and she couldn't place where she knew the voice from.
"I think it's time for sleeping beauty here to wake up. Go ahead, and be gentle about it, we can't have her being damaged"
Silence, then a few beeps of a computer. Stars exploded behind her eyes, and she flinched. Her mouth hung open as she felt all traces of the drug rush out of her, leaving behind a dazed sensation. Her chest heaved as she panted, trying to get fresh air into her body. 'This is worse than a loqua hangover,' she thought with bitter humor. Slowly she opened her eyes. The blinding white light that met her eyes made her blink rapidly before they got adjusted to it. Her vision focused on the man standing beside her, looking down. "Vyse"
He didn't respond, turning around. "She's awake"
Aika tried to sit up, only to find that she was restrained by chains. "Vyse! Help me out"
Another man came into view, smiling as he rested a hand on Vyse's shoulder. His pale eyes rested on Aika, causing shivers to go down her spine. "Excellent. We can begin the operation soon, once she's recovered from the gas"
"What operation?" Aika asked worriedly, her voice taking on a bit of panic. What was going on? And why wouldn't Vyse look at her?
"Vyse, why don't you escort Miss Aika here to the waiting room"
Vyse nodded, knowing a command when he heard one. He leaned down, his fingers lightly brushing the chains. There was a flash of silver light that made Aika squint, and then she was free. "How did you do that?" she asked, not recognizing the spell. Once again he didn't answer, pulling her off of the bed. His touch wasn't harsh, but it wasn't gentle at the same time. She stumbled a bit before righting herself. Vyse gripped her arm, muttering a quick, "Follow me," before leading her out. Aika stepped warily out with him, too absorbed with Vyse's strange behavior to notice the other man's gaze following her greedily.
Once they were outside of the room and in the halls, Vyse dropped her arm with a small sigh. He still didn't look at her, and made no effort to start conversation. The two walked in silence, round many corners and down many halls, before Aika stopped. Vyse stopped, too. "Please follow me," he said blatantly.
"Not until you tell me what's going on"
"Don't worry"
"Vyse, what's gotten into you? You haven't even looked at me since I woke up! And why are you listening to that man? What's going on"
Vyse was silent for a moment before he continued to walk. "You can stay here if you wish. I'm sure someone will find you eventually, but then who knows what would happen. Or you could get lost and wander these halls forever. Whatever you wish to do"
Aika gasped. Such sharp words, this wasn't the Vyse she knew and loved. She watched as he turned a corner before the words actually sunk in. He had left her here, in this labyrinth. 'No worries, I'll just go back,' she thought, turning around. The sight made her pale. The hall looked exactly the same as it did in front of her, and she couldn't remember which way she had turned last. She turned back around, sobbing at the exactly same set up as what was behind her- or was it in front of her? She wasn't sure which way was which now.
"Vyse," she whimpered quietly. She didn't want to remain lost in here for anyone to find her. There was a chuckle, and then Vyse reappeared from around the corner.
"Aika, it would be in your best interest to just follow me. You trust me, don't you"
Aika looked at him for a moment. He was grinning, and was actually looking her in the eye this time. She sighed before smiling back at him. She did trust him. With her life, even. But how could she be so sure? He had been acting really strange, cold, harsh, something that wasn't characteristic of him. "What's going on?" she asked, taking a step closer to him.
Somehow his arm found its way around her waist, pulling her closer to him. He rested his chin on her head. "Don't worry about it, okay? I promise everything will be alright"
She sighed, melting against her lover. Well, if he said everything was going to be alright, then everything would be fine. Vyse had never lied to her before. She allowed him to steer her into an all white room, where he left her with promises that he'd be back soon.
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"Excellent work, Vyse. I couldn't have done a better job myself"
Vyse just looked out the window at the countryside of the Island of Misery. This was were the Silvites had made their home, a hidden island that was only accessible by those who lived here or knew the pattern. The island was a peaceful place, but it housed such an evil it was sickening.
Nylas poured two glasses of loqua. Handing one to Vyse, he asked, "Where is the other one, the Silvite"
"I don't know." He took the loqua but didn't drink it, holding it in his hand as if it was just a prop, not really important or necessary.
"Shame," Nylas said. "You'll need to find her next, once all of this is over. And three other subjects, do you have any in mind"
He nodded slowly, gritting his teeth. To work for this guy... he was bringing shame to himself, his family, and everyone who knew him. But what choice did he have? Nylas could have been holding him at gun point for goodness sake. Nylas took a sip of his loqua, laughing evilly. "Come, Vyse, raise your glass and make a toast with me- to a successful plan"
"Naw, I don't want to"
He glared at the pirate with a mixture of hatred and shock. He had forgotten how defective the first project had turned out to be. Hopefully all the glitches had been worked out, and the second experiment would work better. "Fine," he responded sharply. "Though I'm sure you, as a pirate, shall regret the waste of good loqua, imported from Ixa'taka itself"
"It won't taste as good as loqua that is tasted with the sane, trust me"
The glass of loqua shattered in Nylas's hand as his anger caused his fist to clench. "You're forgetting your place, Vyse"
Vyse glared at him. "Don't worry, I'm not forgetting. I just don't like the place I'm in"
'Insolent little-' Nylas cleared his throat, getting a towel to wipe the loqua off his hand. "Fine, then go busy yourself elsewhere. Though if you go anywhere near the waiting room, you can expect a night with your hands bond"
Vyse flinched, his hand clutching one of the scars on his wrists before he could stop himself. He could remember the horribly searing pain as if it was being inflicted upon him at that moment. Nylas noticed the motion and smirked knowingly. It was the one thing Vyse feared- a small thread of crushed moonstones had been weaved into normal rope, and were the perfect defense against someone like Vyse. The ropes came in different intensities; the lower ones would sting, leave scars, and didn't cause too much pain, but the higher intensities could leave someone twitching and shrieking in pain, the pain reaching all the way into every bone of the body. All of this Vyse had found out the hard way when he first arrived at the Silvite village as a punishment for some crime he had committed, or was it just from Nylas's sick and twisted mind?
"I think I will," Vyse said boldly in a futile effort to hide his fear of the ropes. He marched out of the room, the door sliding shut behind him. He wanted so badly to go to the waiting room and talk to Aika, but it would be suicide. If only he could break the bonds that Nylas had on him.
A soft smile came to his lips. A plan had come to his head. A plan that would need more thinking through, and possibly result in the worst possible torture ever, but it would solve almost all problems. Besides, he had overcome so much more. He walked down the hall slowly, thinking deeply. -
Aika had been staring at the same glittering spot in the wall for the past hour. She was starting to regret coming with Vyse. There was this nagging feeling in the back of her brain that told her something wasn't right in this situation. However, her heart was taking more liberties than it should have been and was shoving all logical thoughts to the side. If Vyse said it was alright, then everything was alright. No questions asked.
She was surprised when the door opened, revealing three men in what had to be military uniform. One of them was holding a vial of a transparent liquid. "Miss Aika?" asked the man holding the vial.
Aika stood from her cushioned chair. "Where's Vyse"
He ignored her question, advancing towards her. "Miss Aika, I will have to ask you to stay completely still while we begin the procedure. It won't hurt a bit"
She watched in growing horror as the man attached a long needle to the vial. Were they going to inject that liquid into her? "Where's Vyse?" she repeated with more force in her voice. "I won't do anything without him here"
The other two men grabbed her, laying her down on the floor. Despite her struggles, valorous as they were, she couldn't break free from their grasp. The man with the needle kneeled, holding her arm. "Please, Miss Aika, if you'll just relax, you'll see Vyse in a short while. Have a good rest," he said as he stuck the needle into the fleshy part of her arm, right below her shoulder. She gasped as she felt the liquid into her. Another drug.
Her eyes slid half closed. Her limbs were limp, and she had no control over any body function whatsoever. She couldn't even protest as one of the men picked her up and tossed her over his shoulder like a bag of rice. 'What have you done, Vyse?' she thought as she was carried out of the waiting room.
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And I'm done. Yippee. Within a very good time frame, too. Now, I'm going to sit back in warm clothes and try to get as much rest as possible for my recovery.
Please Review.
And that medicine! I used it once today, and I vow never to take it again. It 1) Felt like shampoo in my mouth, 2) Tasted like you'd expect dish detergent to taste like, and 3) Left my tongue numb for a good half hour. No, that wasn't cool. I'd rather suffer. Cause I know I'll get over things quickly.
But yah. Here's the next chapter, within the same month as the last update. We're winding down, folks. Once this is done, I'm starting a story that got deleted some time ago... I think you guys will like it.
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"Impossible"
Ilchymis adjusted his microscope, taking a closer look at the red liquid underneath of it. "How did they... Why would they... Where did they get the technology"
Belle looked at Ilchymis with confusion. She had just discovered that Ilchymis loved to talk to himself when he was working on something. As usual, it was in the form of a question, but it had never sounded this urgent. She jumped when Ilchymis looked directly at her. "Belle, where did the captain say he was heading to"
"Um..." The sudden attention from the scholar had surprised her. It was the first time he had even looked at her during this whole experiment of his. "I think he was going to Yafutoma"
Ilchymis cursed to himself. "How are we going to get to Yafutoma in time? Goodness"
"Why do you need to get to Yafutoma"
Ilchymis didn't answer, packing away all of his equipment. "Tell everyone that they need to prepare for a trip, get in contact with the Empire so we can borrow a ship. We need to get to Vyse, NOW"
Belle blinked before going off to tell everyone the news. She had never seen Ilchymis so panicked. What in the world was going on"
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Voices. They were talking somewhere above her. She tried to open her eyes but found she couldn't. She couldn't feel her body, not even the tips of her fingers. 'I've been drugged,' she concluded. Giving up, she concentrated on the voices.
"Is everything where it's supposed to be"
"Yes"
"I hope it wasn't too difficult""And here's the next part of the plan. In one piece, too, I'm impressed." I'm assuming you didn't have to force her"
"... You're a sick man"
"Yes, that I know"
Both of the voices were familiar, but the second one seemed to be someone she knew well, but the drug was working all too well, and she couldn't place where she knew the voice from.
"I think it's time for sleeping beauty here to wake up. Go ahead, and be gentle about it, we can't have her being damaged"
Silence, then a few beeps of a computer. Stars exploded behind her eyes, and she flinched. Her mouth hung open as she felt all traces of the drug rush out of her, leaving behind a dazed sensation. Her chest heaved as she panted, trying to get fresh air into her body. 'This is worse than a loqua hangover,' she thought with bitter humor. Slowly she opened her eyes. The blinding white light that met her eyes made her blink rapidly before they got adjusted to it. Her vision focused on the man standing beside her, looking down. "Vyse"
He didn't respond, turning around. "She's awake"
Aika tried to sit up, only to find that she was restrained by chains. "Vyse! Help me out"
Another man came into view, smiling as he rested a hand on Vyse's shoulder. His pale eyes rested on Aika, causing shivers to go down her spine. "Excellent. We can begin the operation soon, once she's recovered from the gas"
"What operation?" Aika asked worriedly, her voice taking on a bit of panic. What was going on? And why wouldn't Vyse look at her?
"Vyse, why don't you escort Miss Aika here to the waiting room"
Vyse nodded, knowing a command when he heard one. He leaned down, his fingers lightly brushing the chains. There was a flash of silver light that made Aika squint, and then she was free. "How did you do that?" she asked, not recognizing the spell. Once again he didn't answer, pulling her off of the bed. His touch wasn't harsh, but it wasn't gentle at the same time. She stumbled a bit before righting herself. Vyse gripped her arm, muttering a quick, "Follow me," before leading her out. Aika stepped warily out with him, too absorbed with Vyse's strange behavior to notice the other man's gaze following her greedily.
Once they were outside of the room and in the halls, Vyse dropped her arm with a small sigh. He still didn't look at her, and made no effort to start conversation. The two walked in silence, round many corners and down many halls, before Aika stopped. Vyse stopped, too. "Please follow me," he said blatantly.
"Not until you tell me what's going on"
"Don't worry"
"Vyse, what's gotten into you? You haven't even looked at me since I woke up! And why are you listening to that man? What's going on"
Vyse was silent for a moment before he continued to walk. "You can stay here if you wish. I'm sure someone will find you eventually, but then who knows what would happen. Or you could get lost and wander these halls forever. Whatever you wish to do"
Aika gasped. Such sharp words, this wasn't the Vyse she knew and loved. She watched as he turned a corner before the words actually sunk in. He had left her here, in this labyrinth. 'No worries, I'll just go back,' she thought, turning around. The sight made her pale. The hall looked exactly the same as it did in front of her, and she couldn't remember which way she had turned last. She turned back around, sobbing at the exactly same set up as what was behind her- or was it in front of her? She wasn't sure which way was which now.
"Vyse," she whimpered quietly. She didn't want to remain lost in here for anyone to find her. There was a chuckle, and then Vyse reappeared from around the corner.
"Aika, it would be in your best interest to just follow me. You trust me, don't you"
Aika looked at him for a moment. He was grinning, and was actually looking her in the eye this time. She sighed before smiling back at him. She did trust him. With her life, even. But how could she be so sure? He had been acting really strange, cold, harsh, something that wasn't characteristic of him. "What's going on?" she asked, taking a step closer to him.
Somehow his arm found its way around her waist, pulling her closer to him. He rested his chin on her head. "Don't worry about it, okay? I promise everything will be alright"
She sighed, melting against her lover. Well, if he said everything was going to be alright, then everything would be fine. Vyse had never lied to her before. She allowed him to steer her into an all white room, where he left her with promises that he'd be back soon.
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"Excellent work, Vyse. I couldn't have done a better job myself"
Vyse just looked out the window at the countryside of the Island of Misery. This was were the Silvites had made their home, a hidden island that was only accessible by those who lived here or knew the pattern. The island was a peaceful place, but it housed such an evil it was sickening.
Nylas poured two glasses of loqua. Handing one to Vyse, he asked, "Where is the other one, the Silvite"
"I don't know." He took the loqua but didn't drink it, holding it in his hand as if it was just a prop, not really important or necessary.
"Shame," Nylas said. "You'll need to find her next, once all of this is over. And three other subjects, do you have any in mind"
He nodded slowly, gritting his teeth. To work for this guy... he was bringing shame to himself, his family, and everyone who knew him. But what choice did he have? Nylas could have been holding him at gun point for goodness sake. Nylas took a sip of his loqua, laughing evilly. "Come, Vyse, raise your glass and make a toast with me- to a successful plan"
"Naw, I don't want to"
He glared at the pirate with a mixture of hatred and shock. He had forgotten how defective the first project had turned out to be. Hopefully all the glitches had been worked out, and the second experiment would work better. "Fine," he responded sharply. "Though I'm sure you, as a pirate, shall regret the waste of good loqua, imported from Ixa'taka itself"
"It won't taste as good as loqua that is tasted with the sane, trust me"
The glass of loqua shattered in Nylas's hand as his anger caused his fist to clench. "You're forgetting your place, Vyse"
Vyse glared at him. "Don't worry, I'm not forgetting. I just don't like the place I'm in"
'Insolent little-' Nylas cleared his throat, getting a towel to wipe the loqua off his hand. "Fine, then go busy yourself elsewhere. Though if you go anywhere near the waiting room, you can expect a night with your hands bond"
Vyse flinched, his hand clutching one of the scars on his wrists before he could stop himself. He could remember the horribly searing pain as if it was being inflicted upon him at that moment. Nylas noticed the motion and smirked knowingly. It was the one thing Vyse feared- a small thread of crushed moonstones had been weaved into normal rope, and were the perfect defense against someone like Vyse. The ropes came in different intensities; the lower ones would sting, leave scars, and didn't cause too much pain, but the higher intensities could leave someone twitching and shrieking in pain, the pain reaching all the way into every bone of the body. All of this Vyse had found out the hard way when he first arrived at the Silvite village as a punishment for some crime he had committed, or was it just from Nylas's sick and twisted mind?
"I think I will," Vyse said boldly in a futile effort to hide his fear of the ropes. He marched out of the room, the door sliding shut behind him. He wanted so badly to go to the waiting room and talk to Aika, but it would be suicide. If only he could break the bonds that Nylas had on him.
A soft smile came to his lips. A plan had come to his head. A plan that would need more thinking through, and possibly result in the worst possible torture ever, but it would solve almost all problems. Besides, he had overcome so much more. He walked down the hall slowly, thinking deeply. -
Aika had been staring at the same glittering spot in the wall for the past hour. She was starting to regret coming with Vyse. There was this nagging feeling in the back of her brain that told her something wasn't right in this situation. However, her heart was taking more liberties than it should have been and was shoving all logical thoughts to the side. If Vyse said it was alright, then everything was alright. No questions asked.
She was surprised when the door opened, revealing three men in what had to be military uniform. One of them was holding a vial of a transparent liquid. "Miss Aika?" asked the man holding the vial.
Aika stood from her cushioned chair. "Where's Vyse"
He ignored her question, advancing towards her. "Miss Aika, I will have to ask you to stay completely still while we begin the procedure. It won't hurt a bit"
She watched in growing horror as the man attached a long needle to the vial. Were they going to inject that liquid into her? "Where's Vyse?" she repeated with more force in her voice. "I won't do anything without him here"
The other two men grabbed her, laying her down on the floor. Despite her struggles, valorous as they were, she couldn't break free from their grasp. The man with the needle kneeled, holding her arm. "Please, Miss Aika, if you'll just relax, you'll see Vyse in a short while. Have a good rest," he said as he stuck the needle into the fleshy part of her arm, right below her shoulder. She gasped as she felt the liquid into her. Another drug.
Her eyes slid half closed. Her limbs were limp, and she had no control over any body function whatsoever. She couldn't even protest as one of the men picked her up and tossed her over his shoulder like a bag of rice. 'What have you done, Vyse?' she thought as she was carried out of the waiting room.
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And I'm done. Yippee. Within a very good time frame, too. Now, I'm going to sit back in warm clothes and try to get as much rest as possible for my recovery.
Please Review.