Post by Toriji on Apr 25, 2008 14:39:51 GMT -5
A set of blood red eyes peered through the bars of his cell. He could barely move for the energy-draining shackles around his wrists and ankles. He waited patiently for an eternity to get a chance to escape. It arrived in the form of a rouge thunderbolt striking the energy supply of the prison.
The shackles powered down and he tore away from the wall we was pinned to. With one punch, he demolished the titanium bars that trapped him, then he pressed himself against the inner wall of the cell. As the guard walked into the room to investigate the noise, he jumped onto is shoulders. He bent backwards and choked the guard with the chain on his shackles.
He ran out, then up the hundred foot wall surrounding the prison. He jumped down and sped away from the god-forsaken place.
After he was far enough away, he peeled away the shackles and the heavy armor that hindered him. As he took out the tube he was fed through, the fresh air gagged him. He looked up to the skies and contemplated his next move. " That's it! I'm gonna kill'em all." He cackled wildly." I must invent a name worthy of my fearome might." He thought for a while and a crooked smile broke out across his face." I shall be called... Havvok." He walked into the veil of darkness, his eternal friend and home. Soon he would rain death and destruction upon the worthless mongrels.
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Havvok walked out into the waist deep snow, it didn't affect him, he couldn't even feel his skin anymore. His eyes were trained on the west horizon, the direction of his home village. It was where his equipment and families graves were.
Charging through the slushy snow, he begand to speed up in anticipation of finally seeing his home again. After some time, the profile of a large hut came into view.
He came to a slidding stop in front of the enormous edifice. It hade a cylindrical shape and a large dome of a roof. The paint was chipped and the brick was obviously worn, it was very, very old. He pushed through the door into the large foyer. There were quite a few stairs up to the top room, of which he began to climb. He finnally reached the top and opened a rusted door, inside the room was a decor much like a child's room, it was his own. He walked over to a corner and redressed him self in his normal attire, strapped his claws to the back of his belt, and adorned a fierce mask to his face.
He smashed through the window next to him and landed with a sloshy thud in a fenced area. He was surounded by hundreds of tiny wooden crosses, his victims, or atleast the one's whose bodies he could salvage to bury. Howver, off in the distance stood three granite tombstones. He walked over to them and stood in silence for quite a while. He finllay made a movement and cut himself to drop one drop of blood on each grave. He walked on past them, jumped over the fence, and walked aimlessly through the snow, knowing that soon the mercenaries would be after him.
The shackles powered down and he tore away from the wall we was pinned to. With one punch, he demolished the titanium bars that trapped him, then he pressed himself against the inner wall of the cell. As the guard walked into the room to investigate the noise, he jumped onto is shoulders. He bent backwards and choked the guard with the chain on his shackles.
He ran out, then up the hundred foot wall surrounding the prison. He jumped down and sped away from the god-forsaken place.
After he was far enough away, he peeled away the shackles and the heavy armor that hindered him. As he took out the tube he was fed through, the fresh air gagged him. He looked up to the skies and contemplated his next move. " That's it! I'm gonna kill'em all." He cackled wildly." I must invent a name worthy of my fearome might." He thought for a while and a crooked smile broke out across his face." I shall be called... Havvok." He walked into the veil of darkness, his eternal friend and home. Soon he would rain death and destruction upon the worthless mongrels.
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Havvok walked out into the waist deep snow, it didn't affect him, he couldn't even feel his skin anymore. His eyes were trained on the west horizon, the direction of his home village. It was where his equipment and families graves were.
Charging through the slushy snow, he begand to speed up in anticipation of finally seeing his home again. After some time, the profile of a large hut came into view.
He came to a slidding stop in front of the enormous edifice. It hade a cylindrical shape and a large dome of a roof. The paint was chipped and the brick was obviously worn, it was very, very old. He pushed through the door into the large foyer. There were quite a few stairs up to the top room, of which he began to climb. He finnally reached the top and opened a rusted door, inside the room was a decor much like a child's room, it was his own. He walked over to a corner and redressed him self in his normal attire, strapped his claws to the back of his belt, and adorned a fierce mask to his face.
He smashed through the window next to him and landed with a sloshy thud in a fenced area. He was surounded by hundreds of tiny wooden crosses, his victims, or atleast the one's whose bodies he could salvage to bury. Howver, off in the distance stood three granite tombstones. He walked over to them and stood in silence for quite a while. He finllay made a movement and cut himself to drop one drop of blood on each grave. He walked on past them, jumped over the fence, and walked aimlessly through the snow, knowing that soon the mercenaries would be after him.