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 PostPosted: Thu Jul 31, 2008 9:42 pm    Post subject: Tyronian Wars-sample  Reply with quote Back to top

This is chapter one of a story I started. It's in a rough form and I never did finish this particular story-or get far. I inteded to put it up on RS forums as well as use it to advance my writing skills but...well, whatever.

In any case, here it is, just an example of what I CAN do, but don't want to. Thoughts and comments appreciated.

Chapter 1-Scammed

The man's eyelids slowly moved upwards, creating a cresent opening through which his grey-colored eyes could observe. His senses were dulled, and he was in no hurry. As the man's head flopped lazily from one side to another, his surroundings became semi-apparent to him. He was in a small room. The glow-plate above him, covered in mostly-shattered, clear, plexiglass, painted the room a dimly shade of green. It was not a very good place to wake up, the man thought and, further, his head had begun to trouble him now. Come to think of it, the man found that his entire body was aching and sore, and his hand's felt cold, and dry.

He blinked several times to try and clear out his eyes. They were sticky with fluids, stubborn in staying in their attempt to close. This was a sign that perhaps the man had been out quite a long time. God, how long had it been? Hours? Days? He could not be sure. One thing, however, was perfectly clear to him. His was not a very desirable situation to be in. With some difficulty, the man forced his eyes to stay open, and looked around more intently. Directly in front of him, he could make out the outline of what appeared to be a table. On it were various objects that remained a mystery to him, as his eyes could not adjust enough to the darkness because of the glow-plate above him. To his right side was a metal door, showing great amounts of rust, and age. To the left were square outlines, boxes from the looks of things, as they were stacked up, creating several rows and columns. There was also an old, cracked mirror several feet beyond the boxes, mounted on a wall. He looked at his reflection for a moment. He had dark-blond, almost brown hair, cut into a military fashion with side-burns running directly down to form a light goate. His face was chiseled, devoid of any emotion, and seemed to go well with his 5'9, fit body. What stood out to the man, however, was the large, darkened-red area on his right shirt-sleeve. Coincidently, he felt a numb aching from that particular spot.

The man, still groggy, tried to move his hands up to rub the liquids from his eyes, found he could not. It was then that he became aware of the chains that binded him, keeping his hands secured behind his back, and further tied with a length of rope to the bottom of the chair on which he sat. His feet were very similarly cuffed, and the chair appeared to be bolted down to the ground. The man suddently tensed, listening alertly. The faint click of boots against a metal surface was audible just outside the door on his right. The sound of keys being inserted into a lock, followed by the click of the door, made him more alert than ever. He quickly placed his head back, eyes closed, pretending he had never woken up.

The door swung open, and two men stepped inside. The one on the left wore a black t-shirt,  and matching cargo pants which extended down to a pair of boots. His bright-green mohawk gave off a faint glow, alternating between shades of red; no doubt with the help of cybernetic implants. He was holding a small, black stun-baton with a circular metal ring coming out of the end. Wires extended through the opening, and came back down, connecting into slots just above the handle. The device was humming faintly. The other man had on a striking-white lounge suit, white dress-shirt visible under the executive-style jacket, and was brandishing a Blaze pistol. He was slim in appearance, but his bald head, and thick goatee gave him a very intimidating look.

The man with the baton came over to the chained man, and sent the thing down towards his chest. A surge of electricity overpowered him, and the Blond-haired man jolted upwards, every muscle in his body tensing rigorously. He let out a scream, and fell back, breathing heavily as the stun-baton was withdrawn. The assaulants fist next came crashing into the blond haired-man's face, knocking him to the side with a spatter of blood, his chain's refusing to let him fall off the chair. The man with the suit walked over, placing a hand gently on his companions shoulder.

"Easy there, Michalk", said White-Suit.

The man identified as Michalk spat in the blond-haired mans face.

"Tch, why waste the effort? Trash like this deserves nothing less!", Michalk stated coldly.

White suit shook his head, dissapointedly. "Stop pretending, Mr. Nam, it is very clear you're awake".

The blond-haired man slowly looked up, his face emotionless, told one story. His ice-cold stare, told another. "What do you want with me! I delivered your (bleeped) drug's, as per agreement. Uncuff me right now, (Bleep) it!", he flailed his trapped hands in emphasis.

Michalk slammed the baton into his side and told him to shut the hell up. The blond-haired man screamed and tensed up, before dropping back once more at the withdrawl of the weapon. White suit reached into his jacket's left pocket, withdrawing a fat, half-smoked cigar.

"Mr. Nam, or should I call you Soltar? Whichever you prefer. However, names aside, I am quite positive that you know exactly why you're here". White suit casually lit the cigar, and took a deep puff.

Soltar spit blood out onto the rusted, dirt-caked floor. He didn't look up, and said, "I havn't the slightest clue what your trying to get at. All I know is that I delivered your drugs!".

White suit looked at him with incredulity. "Really now? Is that what you believe? Then, I am sure you will find it quite easy to explain to me-", he walked over to the stacked boxes in the corner, and hefted one off of the pile, bringing it forward. He dropped it down and finished, "why the shipment containers were filled with these boxes. Which were, in turn, filled with this!", he took an ornate knife out of a sheath in his jacket, and plunged it into the box, tearing it open to reveal the contents inside. He took a bag out of it, cut it open, and spilled it's contents into Soltar's lap.

Soltar looked at the stuff, then he looked up at white suit. "What do you mean? All I see is the Hiteria, grade C just as you ordered!", he stated. Beads of sweat rolled down the blond haired-man's face.  His memory began to shift into gear, and slowly, it all began to come back to him. Why he was here, what he had done, where he was. Though, the last part was a big question mark, as this room was not something that Soltar could remember seeing.

"Do you take us for fools, mr. Nam?", white suit took a handful of the stuff. He licked it, stood there smacking his lips for a moment, and then tossed the lot of stuff into the blond-haired Soltar's face. "This is (bleeped) sugar! Mixed with trace amounts of Opium to confuse us. You have almost cheated us of our money, and had it not been tasted before-hand, you would have gotten away with 50,000 Galactic Credits, leaving us with a huge stockpile of WORTHLESS, SYNTHETIC SUGAR!", white suit's face seemed to go a shade of red. He was panting slightly. He took another puff on the cigar, and adjusted his tie.

White suit finally said, much calmer,  "Now then, mr.Nam, what shall we do with you, hmm? Perhaps, I shall be lenient if you tell me who it was that sent you".

Blond-hair looked up, he knew he was in deep trouble at this point. How could he get out of here?
"Well, you see, no one sent me, so perhaps you could just let me go, and forget this whole thing happened; after all, sugar on the planet Manco is at an all-time high, so I hear!", exclaimed Soltar nervously.

White suit shook his head and waved the Blaze pistol carelessly to the side. "I'm afraid our business is complete. I am sorry, mr. Nam, but your too much of a burden to leave alive.", he took a last, deep puff on the cigar and tossed it aside, "Go ahead and see to it that mr. Nam is punished accordingly, Michalk". With that, white suit turned and left leisurely, locking the rusted-relic of a door behind him. Leaving the glowing red-mohawk flashing ominously amidst the dim of the green glow-plate. The Stun-baton hummed quietly.

Michalk simply grinned, untold evils being concocted in his feeble brute-mind. He raised the baton, and struck down at Soltar, who shot up with a burst of pain and screaming. The ordeal seemed to last for minutes, before he fell back in a temporary break of contact.  The deal with these battons Soltar thought in an attempt to escape the unbearable pain, was such that one could torture a victim for hours with small, repeated hits before finally going for their vital areas. It was a cruel method of execution, making it a favorite amongst underground criminal groups. Gangs and the like.

Michalk, grinning from ear to ear, came in for another hit. Soltar shot up again, his face convulsed in pain, his teeth clamped down hard. It was one of the most painful five-second periods Soltar ever had to go through.

"PLEASE STOP!", Soltar screamed at last, panting, as Michalk finally pulled back.  "No more, no more of that (bleeped) baton". His head was drooped into his lap, seemingly in defeat, pain, humiliation, maybe. Whatever it was, it was not the case. Soltar was fast at work, using his mouth to pull the buckle pin out of his belt. It was a mini-plasma cutter. The thing had an indefinate usage due to the fact that it stored energy for short bursts from the friction of human activity. It had saved Soltar countless times before, and if he could just get at it, he could drop it into his hands the next time that baton came down on him. Then he would be able to cut apart the chains. It wouldn't require much effort. They were already rusted, and would give quickly to anything more than human strength.

Michalk swung the baton. Soltar managed to get the buckle-pin, plasma-cutter unsnagged with his teeth. The baton hit, sending a fury of electricity through the blond-haired man's body. He contracted outwards, once again having to endure the pain, and would likely have been left eagle-spread had it not been for the chains. Despite the pain, and the convulsed muscles, Soltar waited for the baton to come back up.

It did. Soltar finally got control of his body, and dropped the pin from his previously locked-jaw mouth, straight down into his eager hands. Michalk didn't seem to notice, the brute, as he was too busy getting ready for another swing. The pleasure was clear as daylight on his face. Oh, how things were about to change, thought Soltar grimly. He fumbled around with the mini-cutter, and worked it over the chains. The slight noise and sparks of the cutter burned his wrists. It was just another pain to add to the list that the blond-haired man had to experience this particular day. Once the link of the chain's that Soltar had been working at finally gave way, he abandoned it in a heartbeat. The bright-orange metal fell to the floor with a cloud of smoke, and a loud sizzle. Michalk's attention was attracted at this point.

The brute looked at Soltar. He leaned in a little closer. "What'cha hiding back there, huh? Riff-Raff!, well it won't matter now. You will soon be dead", he spat to the side, and set the intensity of the baton to, "Lethal", with the crank of a dial located on the bottom of the handle. He swung down, aiming to kill.
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 PostPosted: Thu Jul 31, 2008 9:54 pm    Post subject: Reply with quote Back to top

it, looks interesting, me likey
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 PostPosted: Fri Aug 01, 2008 6:02 am    Post subject: Reply with quote Back to top

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 PostPosted: Fri Aug 01, 2008 8:44 am    Post subject: Reply with quote Back to top

lol text wall.

Thx for feedback. Thing didn't get a single post on rs forums, people there like, "fantasy" based around runescape.
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lol.

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 PostPosted: Fri Aug 01, 2008 4:10 pm    Post subject: Reply with quote Back to top

lol i liked it
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 PostPosted: Tue Feb 23, 2016 9:41 pm    Post subject: Reply with quote Back to top

When does Chapter two come out...?


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