Chapter Three
Ah, yes, I know, I'm a failure for not updating. Jeez, the last time I updated I was complaining about the 10th Doctor dying, and now 11 IS DEAD! T-T
I DIDN'T WANT HIM TO DIE . . .
I love 11! He's my favorite . . .
Enough Doctor Who fangirling, that's the wrong fandom . . .
So yeah, it's the next chapter. Whee! Expect updates to be slow, I've had extreme writers block . . . ):
Again, a close friend of mine *cough bigtimedreamer101 cough* STOLE MY LAPTOP AT SCHOOL TRYING TO READ THIS! THIS IS THE SECOND TIME! YOU BETER LIKE THIS! XD (I say this with fondness, you know).
Thank you so much to the 24 or something people who reviewed. Wow, 2 chapters and over 20 reviews . . . I love you people, I really do. That is a HUGE accomplishment for me.
For once, I barely have anything to say in my Author's Notes . . . that's new . . .
Chapter Three: Bound
(Zane's POV)
I open my eyes to a darkened room. Small red lights flash to my right, and a few odd looking machines beep quietly on my left. The walls are made of steel, and the roof is black and unidentifiable. How did I get here? The last thing I remember was surrendering over to the enemies, flying away and watching Pixal disappear behind me . . .
Pixal. What happened to her? Did they go back on their promise and capture her, too?
I try to sit up, but something holds me back. Frowning, I tip my head up, trying to see what secures me in place. I'm being held to the table by five thick leather straps, one around each limb and one more around my stomach.
Light filters in from behind me, as if there's a large window behind me. If only I could turn around . . .
But I can turn around. I can turn my head around. As much as I hate doing it, I will do so now. I swivel my head around so I'm facing backwards.
I wasn't wrong about there being a window. The thick glass behind me is in many panels, each frame carefully crafted. Using my binocular feature, I zoom in in an attempt to see out the window.
I swallow hard. The height is dizzying. It's in that moment that I realize where I am:
Borg Industries.
The door suddenly slides open with a loud whoosh. I turn my head around quickly to face whatever is entering this nightmarish chamber. It's footsteps make a clanking sound on the metal floor.
"Zane Julien," it says in a monotone voice. "You are our hostage." I squint, looking at the Nindroid in front of me. It looked fairly normal, if being a deadly killer robot can be considered normal. I struggle against my bonds. The robot keeps speaking.
"Resistance is futile." I give him my dirtiest look, trying to think of some sort of witty comeback, but nothing comes to mind. I glance around the room once more, searching for some sort of escape route. A paper moves slightly on a table in the right-back corner of the room, as if blown by a light breeze. I gaze up above the desk, and force myself to hold back a grin. There's a tiny window above the desk, and it's wide open.
I keep my left eye looking at the Nindroid and my right pointed at the window. The robot begins some speech about how I'll never escape as I scan the window, trying to determine the distance in between me and it. As I do so, a small black shadow moves in front of the window. I zoom in with just my right eye, trying to figure out what it is.
" . . . and you will die," the robot is saying. I blink twice quickly, hoping I misheard him.
"Can you repeat that?" I ask shakily, looking at him with both eyes now.
"You will die," repeats the robot simply.
"You think you can kill me here?" I reply, a plan suddenly forming in my mind. "In this trashy place known as BORG INDUSTRIES!?"
"We could kill you anywhere, you stupid Ninja," the Nindroid declares. "Our super weapon is unstoppable."
"A SUPER WEAPON?" I shout loudly. "I'll bet this SUPER WEAPON could do nothing to me!" The robot looks at me fiercely.
"You would need great control over all of the elements, and a connection into our highest security systems to destroy it."
"ALL ELEMENTS, huh? Along with ACESS INTO THE HIGHEST SECURITY SYSTEMS!" I reply. "Just to DESTROY IT?"
Just then, the door bursts open. Cryptor storms in, looking furious.
"UNIT 34520835-G! HOW DARE YOU TELL OUR PRISONER OUR PLANS?" he screams at the Nindroid.
"I am sorry, sir, I just-" Cryptor angrily slams his fist into his soldier's face. Unit 34520835-G falls down to the floor, hitting it hard. Wincing, I hear something break as his limp body clatters to the floor.
Cryptor walks up to me, his red eyes gazing into mine. I swallow hard again, trying to keep calm.
"Why should I kill him?" Cryptor says aloud to himself. "Why not do something else . . . ? Something . . . worse."
"What could be WORSE THAN DEATH?!" I cry, struggling against the leather straps. Cryptor leans closer to my face.
"Why don't we find out?"
Sorry about it being so short, I want to keep you all in suspense. That, and I have little to no time to write all this.
Question:
Why do you think Zane was saying some things louder than the rest?
Review please!
~Ever
P.S. Fezzes are cool.