Blame the other three for this not me ;)
[ ]=Authors thoughts.
***
[Oh, crap. A new tide of revengefics has hit the FFML. Time to quickly
run and
hide. Yaright. As if anyone believes that they're real.]
"You would have been better off running." Growls a voice from behind
me.
[I've heard that voice before. Who is it? Let's see: Female. Name
starts with
a "Y", it's...OH CRAP!]
I spun around in my chair and came face to face with any authors
worst
nightmare, an angry character from one of their stories.
Or, as in this case, multiple characters, Yuri and Kei. And, from the
looks on
their faces, I wasn't going to be lucky enough to die. I tried
desperately to get to
the door,as I'm running I think:
[Why haven't they stopped me yet? No don't think like that run! Open
the door
and, .... O CRAP.]
After I opened it, I saw why they didn't stop me. Cy was standing
behind
the door. I did what any sensible person would do when trapped by the
Lovely
Angels on one side and a thing that can call upon powers of incredible
destruction on the other side.
I dropped to the floor and wailed:
"PLEASE DON'T KILL ME!!"
"Oh, don't worry. We won't. Yet." Kei replied in a sweet tone. It
sent
shivers down my back.
"W-w-w-wha-at-t t-t-then-n?"
This," Yuri said, "PAIN!"
My last rational thought before the pain rendered me unable to think
was that I shouldn't have made Yuri a psi-29.
***
"Ohh" I moaned when I awoke again.
"Good, you're awake." Said the one of the three voices I least wanted
to
hear.
Kei was leaning over me with a scalpel in hand. I looked around. I
was
in a grey room strapped to what appeared an operating table, and there
were some instruments on a small table next to me. Torture instruments.
[Ahh, needles, go away go away! Why, oh why, did I write a story in
which
the Angels were killed and revived multiple times? And why ...]
"AHHH!" I screamed. Before I passed out again the room was colored a
vivid blood red.
***
I was more careful next time I woke up. To my surprise, I could still
feel
my limbs which I knew should be missing after my meeting with Kei.
"Don't bother hiding it, I know you're awake." said Cy, who must have
initiated this. He was the only one I knew who could move through
universes at will.
"How did you know?" I asked.
"I didn't." He answered. "Time for you to start running. Hunter will
start
the hunt tonight." And with that he sent me beyond space-time, only to
reenter it 10m in the air. Luckily someone who looked like Sailor Pluto
broke my fall.
***
"... and that's how I came here." I finished telling my tale to
Chibi-Slacker, Andrew, and Outlaw 1.
Chibi-Slacker sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose. Then he
sighed and asked "Okay, three questions. One, who's Hunter? Two, why
would they go through the trouble of healing you? And three, do you
have any Excedrin? I can feel a migraine coming on."
"Take a black Predator. Make it 2.6 meters tall. Give it more
weapons than a group of boomers. Then make it stronger than ten T-800
Terminators , even less friendly, and harder to kill. On top of all
that add an attitude that makes Largo seem nice. Get the idea?
"As for healing me, I think it's probably to give Hunter some fun.
"And no, I don't have any Excedrin, but Cy certainly has some if you
want
to ask him."
Chibi-Slacker sighed again. "Damn, I really need some now. Well,
welcome to the madhouse. I hope you survive your stay." He chuckled
mirthlessly.
"Good luck. You'll need it. We all will."
***
Tag, it's your turn.
-- Darth C Wader --
Some people suffer from insanity. I enjoy every moment of it.
If violence doesn't solve your problems you're not using enough of it.
There is no such thing as too much overkill.
Of all the things I have lost -- I miss my mind and sanity the least.
-- Darth C Wader --
Some people suffer from insanity. I enjoy every moment of it.
If violence doesn't solve your problems you're not using enough of it.
There is no such thing as too much overkill.
Of all the things I have lost -- I miss my mind and sanity the least.