The Aftermath
The following is an IMPORTANT plot base between my troll Aporion (aka Rio) and the troll Gozrab owned by the-misfits-edge. Unfortunately she can not post this herself do to technical reasons. This was written by HER and not me. She's awesome so follow her please ~( '.' ~). Thanks
IR: ...
IR: Bye
FF: g00DBYE aP0r10N
Your eyes burn into the small screen of the handheld device, hands shaking as your fingers tighten on the thick plastic before throwing it across the room; shattering on the wall. You stare brokenly at the pieces scattered on your floor, a small smile finding its way onto your face and you laugh. It soft, shallow, humorless, and you hated the sound of it…but you can’t help it, you laugh again, and again, and again, and again, until you are laughing hysterically. You feel the device deep within you try to calm you, but to no avail, this time you are too far gone, adrenaline and hysterics taking over and you find your hands tearing at the scar tissue at the back of your head and pulling and tearing away at the skin.
Blood runs down your head and hands as you react inside of yourself and search for the offending material, you find it. You rip at the metal, pulling at the hinges and wires of the device, vaguely registering the sound of distant footsteps bounding toward you. Finally you feel the metal tear and detach; you rip the device out and throw it across the room. Your still laughing.
Still laughing as your followers, your captors, burst through your door and charge toward you, still laughing as they try to inject that poison into your skin, still laughing as you grab the offending man’s arm, taking the needle from him, and stabbing him in the eye, and still laughing as he collapses, screaming in pain, onto the floor. You laugh again and kick the needle deeper into his head, and watching as it loges deep within his skull, killing him.
You hear the screams of horror all around you as they scramble to find another way to bring you down. “ENOUGH!” the world is still “H0W DarE Y0U L0CK ME aWaY, Y0U PaTHET1C P1ECES 0F SCUM.” You smile cruelly as they back away from you. You let out a deep chuckle, low and cruel. It sent shivers up their spines. You see them all look at each other before one outright turns and fleas and you snarl, mouth open to yell at the coward to come and face death like a true man, but a voice stops you.
“M-MY lord, PLEASE, you MUST calm DOWN.” You watch curiously as he inches his way toward you, hand up as though he was approaching a wild animal. You smirk. “if YOU’LL just LET us HELP you-.”
“S1LENCE!!! Y0U HaVE N0 r1gHT T0 TELL ME WHaT T0 D0!”
He tries to protest, but you launch yourself toward him, his screams soon filling the room. You should have realized what he was doing earlier; the group was on you in a moment. You thrash and snarl clawing at the troll below you, making sure that if you were going down, he was coming with you. You wrench your arm away from them and plunge it into the man’s chest, ripping his blood pumper out and relishing the feeling of his blood covering your skin.
You feel a sharp pain fill your neck as one of them stabs a needle into you and plunges the liquid into your veins. You thrash and try to throw him off to no avail and soon you find yourself pinned to the ground. You scream as they hold you, your world beginning to fog over and you barely register the sound of footsteps approaching once more as another figure hurriedly kneels down next to you and takes your head in their hands. You try to pull away, but the hold is firm and you are to weak to fight it any longer.
As your vision fades out, you barely recognize the feeling of hands running through your hair, as soft, soothing words are whispered into your ears, lulling you into sleep. “hUsh Now my friENd, slEEp, ANd All will bE wEll.”
And with that, your world fades to black.