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Story time! All this was just thought of o.- LETS BENGUIN!
~In the darkness of the winter, the wind chills the bone. You are experiencing the life of Greg Ekyss, A mis-bodied demon. You have never hurt anyone, you strive to do the opposite. These events that will take place are brutal, reader discreson advised.~
*You wake up in a room queer to you. You look around, the room is completely dark. it is cold as death.*
"unn.... What the hell happened? All i remember is..."
*several intence shockwaves of pain go down your spine.*
"...nothing.... Where am i?"
*you sit up, noticing there is snow everywere. it covers the stone-hard bed you are laying on, and the darkness of the room.*
"i cant see anything... there has to be a light somewere."
*you stand, slipping into the snow. you growl at yourself, bitching about the cold. you fumble around in the room and bump into what appears to be a small shelf. opening it, you take the only objects inside, a lighter, an oil lantern and a wood camping axe.*
"Maybe once i can see... i can get a better idea of where i am.."
*you light the lamp, holding it high to see. the room is nearly empty, aside from the cabnet you just searched and 2 tables, one with a cassete player and a tape on it, and the other had some thick, durable rope.
"What the hell?", you say to yourself, putting the tape in the player.
"Hello Greg.", The voice is dark and cold, the essence of evil. "You will do what i say. Or you will die. Do you understand?"
*supprised by the question, you answer.*
"Yes."
*you hear a phone ring. You search for it, finding it underneath the bed.*
"Good. You will survive there for 7 days. Do not try to run or call for help. look at your left leg."
*you do as your told, noticing a large metalic device.*
"What the hell did you do to my leg?!"
*the voice laughs, answering quickly.*
"The device on your leg is a military Claymore. It has been modified to your mesurments. please, if your smart, you dont wont it to detonate."
*you growl, accepting theres nothign you can do.*
"The claymore will detonate in 3 ways. first, if you try to run, Second, If you try to remove it. And last, if you try to call help. My number is on the phone. Have fun!"
*When the dark voice goes out, so does your hope, and the flickering light of the oil lantern.*
~To be Continued.
 Maixis · Wed Jun 18, 2008 @ 05:29am · 0 Comments |
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