Post by TemperaryUserName on May 31, 2003 19:05:24 GMT -5
This is just one chapter from a project of mine. It came an unfornate halt a few weeks ago, but I have one week of school left, so soon I'll be able to get back to work to the fullest. This is one chapter, and it's one of my longest, so I'll post it into a couple of different replies. And since this chapter focuses on the black dragon, there is some vulgarity. So Yanden, if you need me to edit the curses, I can do so. Enjoy.
The dust on ceiling pipes had gathered into large disgusting masses. Rooms were almost like prison cells which were all linked together by a few narrow pathways. The abandoned underground facility in the north-eastern region of Asia had become one of the last remaining shelters for the members of the Black Dragon. These conditions didn't prevent them from basking in what they claimed to be unadulterated freedom. There was no government or law enforcement in the world who had jurisdiction over there lives. As long as they protected themselves, they would never need such authorities. Still, self-protection was difficult once you made enemies with every known legal entity. But these fears had become trivial. Everyone in the Black Dragon recognized the name "Kahn" with a nervous anxiety, except for one man who was sleeping in the unlit room at the end of the old corridor. His mind was beginning to dull. That sort of thing occurred when a person is living his hours under artificial light and stagnant unfiltered air. But his mentality hadn't become deadened quite yet, and he would never fear mere names. The man awakened, and slowly raised his hand above his chest and yanked the chain which ignited the light bulb over his bed. As light engulfed the room, Kabal opened his eyes and got up from his bed.
Kabal proceeded past the door of his room and started walking toward the exit of the shelter. Without paying much attention, he slowly paced through the divisions and sections of the underground facility while trying to block the frightful images he had dreamt a few hours before. It was easier to forget disturbing trash that carried over from the night once fresh air and sunlight was on hand. It's too bad Kabal wasn't going get the opportunity he was waiting for since he had awaken. The only passage out of the shelter was the stairwell to the western area, and Kabal was almost within a few yards of the threshold. He approached the double-doors and began to rotate the knob on the right side, but the knob didn't move in the least. The only exit had been sealed, and Kabal began to feel a rush of nervous frustration and anger. He started to run back to the other side of the facility and hoped that the one person who could lock the exit had not deserted the Black Dragon this morning. With every step, more questions had beckoned his thoughts. No matter what the situation was, something had gone wrong.
Kabal burst through the doors into the room of the current head of the Black Dragon. He was sitting behind a barren desk with his head starring down and his arms crossed. An aged scar resided beneath his left eye and his body was hidden beneath a jet-black trench coat. He had no hair on his head except for his tasteless overgrown goatee which he seemed fond of(yet Kabal found quite repulsive).
The man's name was Serith, and he took the position of leader after the previous one was killed in a short-term rebellion which Kabal and Serith had helped extinguish together. They could hardly believe that happened a few months ago. It seemed like decades had pasted.
Kabal slammed his right hand on the rusted iron desk. "Serith, what the hell is going on!? We have thirty members out scouting and you've shut them out!"
Serith didn't flinch. He was still pointing his head toward his feet. Without making eye-contact, he began to speak. "Thirty-eight, actually," he corrected. "It's hard to explain what's going on in the outside world. All I can say right now is that our whole plan has turned to shit. Is there anything else ya wanna ask?"
"Well, for one thing, why is the damn exit locked!?" Kabal's harsh and serious tone didn't seem to make Serith any less indifferent.
"It has become dangerous above ground. Last night Kahn finally made his move. All our scouts are dead and no one will be entering or leaving." Kabal was appalled by this. A hundred questions started to proliferate on the edges of his mind. Serith finally looked up at him and signaled him to sit down.
Kabal calmed himself and sat upon the old wooden chair which resided in front of the desk. "So you're tellin' me that Kahn spent years combating divine forces and tearing at the dimensional walls so he could take down the 'The Black Dragon'? Give me a break."
*CONTINUED*
The dust on ceiling pipes had gathered into large disgusting masses. Rooms were almost like prison cells which were all linked together by a few narrow pathways. The abandoned underground facility in the north-eastern region of Asia had become one of the last remaining shelters for the members of the Black Dragon. These conditions didn't prevent them from basking in what they claimed to be unadulterated freedom. There was no government or law enforcement in the world who had jurisdiction over there lives. As long as they protected themselves, they would never need such authorities. Still, self-protection was difficult once you made enemies with every known legal entity. But these fears had become trivial. Everyone in the Black Dragon recognized the name "Kahn" with a nervous anxiety, except for one man who was sleeping in the unlit room at the end of the old corridor. His mind was beginning to dull. That sort of thing occurred when a person is living his hours under artificial light and stagnant unfiltered air. But his mentality hadn't become deadened quite yet, and he would never fear mere names. The man awakened, and slowly raised his hand above his chest and yanked the chain which ignited the light bulb over his bed. As light engulfed the room, Kabal opened his eyes and got up from his bed.
Kabal proceeded past the door of his room and started walking toward the exit of the shelter. Without paying much attention, he slowly paced through the divisions and sections of the underground facility while trying to block the frightful images he had dreamt a few hours before. It was easier to forget disturbing trash that carried over from the night once fresh air and sunlight was on hand. It's too bad Kabal wasn't going get the opportunity he was waiting for since he had awaken. The only passage out of the shelter was the stairwell to the western area, and Kabal was almost within a few yards of the threshold. He approached the double-doors and began to rotate the knob on the right side, but the knob didn't move in the least. The only exit had been sealed, and Kabal began to feel a rush of nervous frustration and anger. He started to run back to the other side of the facility and hoped that the one person who could lock the exit had not deserted the Black Dragon this morning. With every step, more questions had beckoned his thoughts. No matter what the situation was, something had gone wrong.
Kabal burst through the doors into the room of the current head of the Black Dragon. He was sitting behind a barren desk with his head starring down and his arms crossed. An aged scar resided beneath his left eye and his body was hidden beneath a jet-black trench coat. He had no hair on his head except for his tasteless overgrown goatee which he seemed fond of(yet Kabal found quite repulsive).
The man's name was Serith, and he took the position of leader after the previous one was killed in a short-term rebellion which Kabal and Serith had helped extinguish together. They could hardly believe that happened a few months ago. It seemed like decades had pasted.
Kabal slammed his right hand on the rusted iron desk. "Serith, what the hell is going on!? We have thirty members out scouting and you've shut them out!"
Serith didn't flinch. He was still pointing his head toward his feet. Without making eye-contact, he began to speak. "Thirty-eight, actually," he corrected. "It's hard to explain what's going on in the outside world. All I can say right now is that our whole plan has turned to shit. Is there anything else ya wanna ask?"
"Well, for one thing, why is the damn exit locked!?" Kabal's harsh and serious tone didn't seem to make Serith any less indifferent.
"It has become dangerous above ground. Last night Kahn finally made his move. All our scouts are dead and no one will be entering or leaving." Kabal was appalled by this. A hundred questions started to proliferate on the edges of his mind. Serith finally looked up at him and signaled him to sit down.
Kabal calmed himself and sat upon the old wooden chair which resided in front of the desk. "So you're tellin' me that Kahn spent years combating divine forces and tearing at the dimensional walls so he could take down the 'The Black Dragon'? Give me a break."
*CONTINUED*
