The darkend room... -- Apocalypse 3000

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Date Posted: 19:18:41 06/12/02 Wed
Author: Praze
Subject: The darkend room...

The small weed was the only one who bore witness. Witness to the brutalitly and inhumane treatment. The silhouetted figues rising up into the shaft of light that fed the on-looker. Three. One holding another from behind, while the third brought the pain. Spinters of wood flew through-out the air as the attacker brought down a wooden chair on the victims head. Letting out a cry of pain, the victim tried to desperatly struggle. Blood trickles from the corner of his mouth, as he angrily looks on to the attacker.

"You bastard!" creid out the victim. "If I could be let free...I'd kill you"

"Well well well, it seems to me you can't be let free..." After finishing his sentence, the attacker walks over to a dusty wooden desk. Looking down, he picks up a pair of blue shades and a handgun.

"Give me my weapons and I could easily kill you both..."

"Ah yes, you glasses, let me put them on..."*puts on glasses*"Well, these are very special. Heat seeking, target locking, and even an internal computer to figure out an opponents weakness...you are a very careful man, Praze. And you gun, what a magnificent thing! Takes three types of ammo, semi-automatic, and a laser sight...impressive..."

As a gust of wing blew through the decaying building, it blew up dust, causing Praze to close his eyes as dust and his blonde-tips blew into them. Turning his head, he saw that his "holder" had his eyes closed. Bringing his foot up hard, he hit the "holder' in the crotch, making him go down in pain. Running, Praze jumped out the door just as the attacker fired at him.

"Jyarith! You can't beat me!"

"Of couse I can, Praze! With a weapon like this!" Looking around, Jyarith walked outside into the cool rain. He looked both ways but still did not see Praze. Then he turned around and shot into the darkness. With a yell, Praze came out of the shadows, clutching his left arm as he walked closer.

"You crazy bastard, you really shot me. Your a bit off though..."

As Praze walked straight in front of him, Jyarith put the barrel of the gin against his forehead.

"Praze, it truly is a pity I have to kill you. But you were reckless and pig-headed. Oh well..."

As he finished, Praze brought his right knee up into Jyarith's stomach making him double-over. Praze then flicked the knife out of his boot, stabbing Jyarith in the back. As Jyarith fell dead, Praze picked up his glasses and his gun. Putting in his glasses, he put his gun in the holster as he walked into the rainy shadows....

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OOC:A little morbid, don't you think??(Wouldn't care, but just thought I'd be annoying) -- Wednesday, 12:19:17 09/28/02 Sat