Into The Unknown - The Cell
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Friadoc
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When Rollo’s ear touches the door, the surface temperature is warm enough to almost force him to recoil, however it doesn’t burn him. The surface temperature is slightly above human body averages, it is almost as if it was an electric blanket on a higher setting.
Meanwhile, within Zach’s cell, silence encompasses the room as he tries to feign unconsciousness, but an unseen port, roughly the size of a softball, forms across from the top of his head. A robust, metallic tendril snakes out from the port, it seems to be made from the same material as the walls.
When Rollo’s ear touches the door, the surface temperature is warm enough to almost force him to recoil, however it doesn’t burn him. The surface temperature is slightly above human body averages, it is almost as if it was an electric blanket on a higher setting.
Meanwhile, within Zach’s cell, silence encompasses the room as he tries to feign unconsciousness, but an unseen port, roughly the size of a softball, forms across from the top of his head. A robust, metallic tendril snakes out from the port, it seems to be made from the same material as the walls.
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Friadoc said:
Rollo drew back for a moment. He vaguely remembered . . . third grade was it? . . . 'Smokes the Firedog', "If the door feels warm, don't go through."
Was there a fire? Is that why nothing is happening? Surely he'd hear something though.
Gingerly he touched the door. It's warm, but not hot.
He put his ear to the door again.
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Zach doesn't hear it before his barely closed eyes see a snake-like tendril coming out of the wall towards him. "Great", Zach thinks to himself, "Now the probing begins".
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Friadoc
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Again, hard warmth greets Rollo’s ear as he presses it upon his cell door, but also the organic sound of a man beating upon his door, his voice tinged with fear or panic.
Seconds stretched into minutes, minutes that have been made to seem like hours, as Sam beats upon his door, calling for assistance, or release.
Stoic determination, or sheer stubbornness, is all that Vincent gives to his jailers as he sits within his cell, focusing on the only reality he can be sure off – himself.
Meanwhile, within his own cell, Zach clearly faces something unknown, as a tendril of seemingly living metal makes way towards the young man, a tendril that halts it’s movements a mere dozen inches from the man and raises up upon it’s self to a height of two-feet.
Abruptly, a light is emitted from the point of the tendril that envelops Zach’s prone form within a triangular spread of greenish light. Slowly the sheet of light passes from the apex of his head down to the ends of his toes and then repeats the processes with increasing alacrity.
As the sensing probe’s light switches from green to red, the eerie tranquility of the cells are disrupted by severe upheaval as the rhythmic sound of muffled explosions accompanies the violent quaking of the ground in all the cells.
Quickly the tremors grow more violent, their frequency growing closer together, which seems to cause the tendril in Zach’s room to grow ridged as a bolt of azure electricity erupts from it’s point.
Within all the other cells similar tendrils erupt from the ceilings and launch their own blasts of azure energy.
However, after their initial attempt, all the tendrils drop towards the floor, seemingly dead, as a particular heavy quake shudders throughout the floors and the doors to the cells disappear.
Without each cell an unusual sight awaits the onlooker as humanoid shapes of shadow retreat down the hallway, firing blasts of dark energy from inhuman looking weapons towards several groups of large, hairy beings that look like reported sightings of Bigfoot, save for the large tusks that some of them have protruding from their mouths. The Bigfoots are quick to return fire, using movements similar to elite military units, with heavy weaponry of their own, yet more human than those of the shadowy men.
Again, hard warmth greets Rollo’s ear as he presses it upon his cell door, but also the organic sound of a man beating upon his door, his voice tinged with fear or panic.
Seconds stretched into minutes, minutes that have been made to seem like hours, as Sam beats upon his door, calling for assistance, or release.
Stoic determination, or sheer stubbornness, is all that Vincent gives to his jailers as he sits within his cell, focusing on the only reality he can be sure off – himself.
Meanwhile, within his own cell, Zach clearly faces something unknown, as a tendril of seemingly living metal makes way towards the young man, a tendril that halts it’s movements a mere dozen inches from the man and raises up upon it’s self to a height of two-feet.
Abruptly, a light is emitted from the point of the tendril that envelops Zach’s prone form within a triangular spread of greenish light. Slowly the sheet of light passes from the apex of his head down to the ends of his toes and then repeats the processes with increasing alacrity.
As the sensing probe’s light switches from green to red, the eerie tranquility of the cells are disrupted by severe upheaval as the rhythmic sound of muffled explosions accompanies the violent quaking of the ground in all the cells.
Quickly the tremors grow more violent, their frequency growing closer together, which seems to cause the tendril in Zach’s room to grow ridged as a bolt of azure electricity erupts from it’s point.
Within all the other cells similar tendrils erupt from the ceilings and launch their own blasts of azure energy.
However, after their initial attempt, all the tendrils drop towards the floor, seemingly dead, as a particular heavy quake shudders throughout the floors and the doors to the cells disappear.
Without each cell an unusual sight awaits the onlooker as humanoid shapes of shadow retreat down the hallway, firing blasts of dark energy from inhuman looking weapons towards several groups of large, hairy beings that look like reported sightings of Bigfoot, save for the large tusks that some of them have protruding from their mouths. The Bigfoots are quick to return fire, using movements similar to elite military units, with heavy weaponry of their own, yet more human than those of the shadowy men.
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He saw something move at the corner of his eye. Startled, Rollo jerked away from the door. A shaft of blue energy struck where he'd been listening with his ear against the door. He'd barely a moment to register the tentacle that had grown out of the ceiling and was turning menacingly toward him.
Great, I'm in a hentai.
A shudder ran through the floor, throwing Rollo toward the wall but he steadied himself with his outstretched arm. The metal tentacle went limp. A second shock again threw him toward the wall but he again managed to remain standing. A third blast tipped him away from the wall and toward the center of the room where he sprawled under the exam table.
The door was gone when he looked up.
Now's the time.
He pulled himself into position to sprint out the door, but stopped when some shadowy figures ran by the door. He couldn't make out their uniforms, or much else for that matter, but the weapons stood out clearly. The guns were big and they were being used. The men were firing at someone behind them.
They disappeared down the hall. Other figures pursued them. They paused in the light before the door to fire at the first group. Rollo caught a good glimpse of them before they ran off.
Jesus-frickin-cats, they're huge! They're bigfoot with fangs!
Rollo scrambled behind the table, stunned by what he'd seen.
Friadoc
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Stunned by both the turbulent tremors and the bolt of energy fired by the tendril, Zach stumbles through the opening, which places him within the sights of one of the shadowy men. However, a Bigfoot shoves Zach to the floor mere moments before the blast from the weapon scorches the door jam that was previously behind his head..
With Zach hoisted upon a shoulder, the Bigfoot and his compatriots continue their onslaught, pushing back the beleaguered Men-in-Black. As the hairy forces move past Rollo’s open cell door, the man-beast carrying Zach notices the panicked man and gentle tosses Zach’s unconscious form so that it slides to a rest at Rollo’s feet.
“You two stay here,” says the Sasquatch in gruff English. “Once we’ve driven the MIBs out we’ll be back for you and any other survivors.” But, before he can say, the bigfoot’s headset crackles to life, although what is said into his ear is inaudible.
“Ok, Bravo, we’ve got them flanked on the south and north, pour it on,” shouts the man-beast with a forceful roar.
Meanwhile, after getting knocked around by the rumble ground and barely dodging an azure energy blast, Vincent peers out into the hallway after the hairy man-beasts drove the shadowy men down the right branch of the hallway.
Cautiously moving away from the tumult, Vincent edges his way along the hall until he peers into the next open cell, where within he finds an unconscious Zach slowly stirring to life and a shocked Rollo looking down at the man at his feet.
In the distance, a cacophony of weapons fire and minor tremors remind the three, or more, men that not far from their area of the compound a battle is underway.
Stunned by both the turbulent tremors and the bolt of energy fired by the tendril, Zach stumbles through the opening, which places him within the sights of one of the shadowy men. However, a Bigfoot shoves Zach to the floor mere moments before the blast from the weapon scorches the door jam that was previously behind his head..
With Zach hoisted upon a shoulder, the Bigfoot and his compatriots continue their onslaught, pushing back the beleaguered Men-in-Black. As the hairy forces move past Rollo’s open cell door, the man-beast carrying Zach notices the panicked man and gentle tosses Zach’s unconscious form so that it slides to a rest at Rollo’s feet.
“You two stay here,” says the Sasquatch in gruff English. “Once we’ve driven the MIBs out we’ll be back for you and any other survivors.” But, before he can say, the bigfoot’s headset crackles to life, although what is said into his ear is inaudible.
“Ok, Bravo, we’ve got them flanked on the south and north, pour it on,” shouts the man-beast with a forceful roar.
Meanwhile, after getting knocked around by the rumble ground and barely dodging an azure energy blast, Vincent peers out into the hallway after the hairy man-beasts drove the shadowy men down the right branch of the hallway.
Cautiously moving away from the tumult, Vincent edges his way along the hall until he peers into the next open cell, where within he finds an unconscious Zach slowly stirring to life and a shocked Rollo looking down at the man at his feet.
In the distance, a cacophony of weapons fire and minor tremors remind the three, or more, men that not far from their area of the compound a battle is underway.
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