At 10/2/12 08:10 PM, CrazyKat wrote:
If the sound of the door closing did not knock me out of my reverie the sound of the explosion in the Mr. Goblin's pants certainly did. As I looked over toward the rapidly spreading dark circle over his lower abdomen the contents of the room rapidly came into focus. Twelve other men slowly shuffled out from the shadows. They all had this maniacal grin on their face that only meant something very bad was about to happen.
I spun around only to catch an additional 8 men backing up behind me. These men were larger and their eyes felt no pity. Each one held chains, handcuffs, and various apparatuses that they intended to use to restrain me. I had been in worse scrapes in all these years, but this was not looking good. As I prepared to unsheathe my Machete I felt twinge along my ribcage, and then another. I looked up and saw a thin wiry man with a tranquilizer gun. The heavies used this pause to draw in on me.
It was now or never as took the machete out of the small of my back and slashed at the first one with the edge, slashing his throat. He tried to stem the bleeding with his hands, but he was dead before he hit the ground. Then another one tries to pin my arms, but I used his momentary loss of focus to use my one free arm to cut off one hand and then another. The third man came lunging at me, hoping to barge in and set me off balance. He got a blade ride through the heart. Another man tried to use the chain to choke me, by wrapping around my neck, but he saw he dick fall to the floor in a pool of blood and let go pretty quickly.
As more and more people crowded in to try to restrain me I could feel the tranquilizers' effect starting to set in and the view became smokey. The last thing I remember cutting off one man's nose and pulling out the eye of another before I was put completely under and blacked out.
At 10/2/12 08:13 PM, Shade wrote
A SKELETON POPPED OUT!
Right into my field of view I could see it. Looking again it came into clearer focus and I realized that skeleton had been their last prisoner. It looks like it was screaming when it died. The feeling began to come back into my limbs as I realized that I too was in the same chains.
The three inch thick steel didn't appear to have any give and if I was to have any chance of escape I would have to find a way to pick the lock on my handcuffs. Unfortunately, my prisoners had thought of that. They had taken everything, even my clothes. The thin gray smock I was wearing barely provided any protection and it was far too light for the cold of the concrete. I must have been out cold for quite some time. The thought turned to what they intended to do to me when the old man at the shop entrance came in.
He had the same grin and the same stringy hair and long hooked nose that made him lock like a goblin, but something was different. He seemed more assured now, more in command. He stood up taller and even his voice sounded deeper when he began to speak.
"So you gave my men quite a tussle out there, ay!"
He was the leader and I had been conned, no changing that now. I glared at him, trying to look menacing....