Post by kennystardust on Jan 25, 2011 0:13:03 GMT -5
This little excerpt takes place in Camon's personal hell. There may be some graphic material involved so those of the faint hearted need not read further. Also, I'd rather no one else write in here without my permission, thank you!
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I don't remember falling asleep, but I did manage to wake up to find myself not where I was. It took a while to realise where I was because this was the last place I expected to be after leaving Camp Gadget. I kept on thinking, the more I thought the more it hurt, the more it hurt the more I cried, the more I cried the more they take delight, the more they take delight the more I am left to torture.
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I woke up to find myself completely engulfed in nothing but undesirable warmth, bathed in what felt like darkness and light. The worst of it was the heat, it felt like every inch of my skin was boiling and about to fall off. I felt as though I was about to melt. It was at this time I tried to take off my clothing to deal with the heat to only realise I was already naked.
Suddenly, as if all my senses kicked on at one single time. The heat that was already annoying now became unbearable, there were screams and cries from every direction, I could smell baking remains and rotting flesh and burnt hair and the worst case of death I have ever smelled in my entire life.
I looked to my left and there was a woman begging for the pain to stop. It took me a moment to realise that her organs were suspended outside of her body and being used to chain her own body from an obelisk behind us. I then looked to my right to see a halfling...or was it a child. He was begging for his mother as his finger nails were slowly being forced off with the use of what appeared to be kurki.
I turned to look forward as a shadow overcame my poor abused body, I looked up at the creature that resembled that of a Minotaur. He bent down before me and snorted, "Are you ready to suffer for your crimes you insignificant foul little man?"
I found myself unable to speak at first. The Minotaur briefly grinned at me as I silently protested. He appeared to understand what I was trying to say.
"Just like everyone else who ends up here, hort? I shouldn't be here, I'm nothing but a saint?" The Minotaur like demon leaned down and picked my naked figure up and squeezed me with a force that could shatter a house. It hurt so bad, but I just wasn't dying. I was already dead. "Well, Ser 'Knight' lets just show you why you are here." He hurled me off into the lava. I have never felt so much pain in my life.
As I sank, I couldn't even begin to describe what was going through my head. The pain just wouldn't stop for the longest time. Then suddenly, I felt nothing for a whole minute before I realised I was falling then SLAM! I hit the ground.
I looked around, I was outside. There was a very familier village and several women playing with their children in the fields where I fell. I was still naked, I quickly hid my shame and screamed to the lady, "Please, Miss. Help! I need help. I have been trapped in a nightmare..." She completely ignored me as if I wasn't even there. I stepped closer to her and dropped my arms and sure enough no one even seemed to notice that I was naked or even there. "...I am trapped in a nightmare." I then turned to look for the way out and all I could see was a large group of nine familier faces clad in red and white, they all marched in uniform save for one person who seemed to stumble a long behind them. It was a boy.
As they came closer they drew out their blades and ran at the towns people slaughtering them mercilessly. There was blood flying everywhere and I knew exactly where I was. The boy that was traveling with the soldiers passed right by me. He was me. A younger me. Before the outbreak...or maybe even during it, just in a land uneffected by it yet there I was a group of 'knights' payed to do their duties by a mad man. The entire village was almost slaughtered when that mad man stepped out into the fray. Looking over the corpses of the young girls to see if there was any still alive he could 'salvage' for the night. The younger me approached him and spoke, "The other knights said they have killed off the last of the villagers, Lord Rith."
"Good, Camon. You will not be a squire for much longer. Not much longer indeed," He said to me as he knelt over one girl he seemed to take quite an interest in. "This one might still be alive, my boy."
"Is she, sir?"
"Yes, Camon. I believe she is. She will be an 'assest' to raising the knights 'spirits'."
I didn't understand this at that age, i do now, but back then I decided not to question that. Young me spoke, "Why did you kill them, my lord? Was this not a village of your subjects?"
He frowned and looked at me. "Camon, My people don't like me. I have to make examples of them to show other subjects of mine what happens when they /don't/ show me the love and respect I deserve."
I looked around just as young me did. There was no one around us, I then remember what I did. I looked back at my younger self and in a panic I tried to stop him, but to no avail. The girl that was presumed to have been only knocked out had just started attempting to grab for a small blade that was attached to her waistband. My lord was still distracted, I saw my young self contemplating something. Just as she stabbed at him, young me stomped on her face with my own steel toed boots. Her skull was smashed just like that, she was dead.
I screamed and the entire world faded away to black. I was now in pure darkness and cold. I named this Day One in hell.
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I don't remember falling asleep, but I did manage to wake up to find myself not where I was. It took a while to realise where I was because this was the last place I expected to be after leaving Camp Gadget. I kept on thinking, the more I thought the more it hurt, the more it hurt the more I cried, the more I cried the more they take delight, the more they take delight the more I am left to torture.
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I woke up to find myself completely engulfed in nothing but undesirable warmth, bathed in what felt like darkness and light. The worst of it was the heat, it felt like every inch of my skin was boiling and about to fall off. I felt as though I was about to melt. It was at this time I tried to take off my clothing to deal with the heat to only realise I was already naked.
Suddenly, as if all my senses kicked on at one single time. The heat that was already annoying now became unbearable, there were screams and cries from every direction, I could smell baking remains and rotting flesh and burnt hair and the worst case of death I have ever smelled in my entire life.
I looked to my left and there was a woman begging for the pain to stop. It took me a moment to realise that her organs were suspended outside of her body and being used to chain her own body from an obelisk behind us. I then looked to my right to see a halfling...or was it a child. He was begging for his mother as his finger nails were slowly being forced off with the use of what appeared to be kurki.
I turned to look forward as a shadow overcame my poor abused body, I looked up at the creature that resembled that of a Minotaur. He bent down before me and snorted, "Are you ready to suffer for your crimes you insignificant foul little man?"
I found myself unable to speak at first. The Minotaur briefly grinned at me as I silently protested. He appeared to understand what I was trying to say.
"Just like everyone else who ends up here, hort? I shouldn't be here, I'm nothing but a saint?" The Minotaur like demon leaned down and picked my naked figure up and squeezed me with a force that could shatter a house. It hurt so bad, but I just wasn't dying. I was already dead. "Well, Ser 'Knight' lets just show you why you are here." He hurled me off into the lava. I have never felt so much pain in my life.
As I sank, I couldn't even begin to describe what was going through my head. The pain just wouldn't stop for the longest time. Then suddenly, I felt nothing for a whole minute before I realised I was falling then SLAM! I hit the ground.
I looked around, I was outside. There was a very familier village and several women playing with their children in the fields where I fell. I was still naked, I quickly hid my shame and screamed to the lady, "Please, Miss. Help! I need help. I have been trapped in a nightmare..." She completely ignored me as if I wasn't even there. I stepped closer to her and dropped my arms and sure enough no one even seemed to notice that I was naked or even there. "...I am trapped in a nightmare." I then turned to look for the way out and all I could see was a large group of nine familier faces clad in red and white, they all marched in uniform save for one person who seemed to stumble a long behind them. It was a boy.
As they came closer they drew out their blades and ran at the towns people slaughtering them mercilessly. There was blood flying everywhere and I knew exactly where I was. The boy that was traveling with the soldiers passed right by me. He was me. A younger me. Before the outbreak...or maybe even during it, just in a land uneffected by it yet there I was a group of 'knights' payed to do their duties by a mad man. The entire village was almost slaughtered when that mad man stepped out into the fray. Looking over the corpses of the young girls to see if there was any still alive he could 'salvage' for the night. The younger me approached him and spoke, "The other knights said they have killed off the last of the villagers, Lord Rith."
"Good, Camon. You will not be a squire for much longer. Not much longer indeed," He said to me as he knelt over one girl he seemed to take quite an interest in. "This one might still be alive, my boy."
"Is she, sir?"
"Yes, Camon. I believe she is. She will be an 'assest' to raising the knights 'spirits'."
I didn't understand this at that age, i do now, but back then I decided not to question that. Young me spoke, "Why did you kill them, my lord? Was this not a village of your subjects?"
He frowned and looked at me. "Camon, My people don't like me. I have to make examples of them to show other subjects of mine what happens when they /don't/ show me the love and respect I deserve."
I looked around just as young me did. There was no one around us, I then remember what I did. I looked back at my younger self and in a panic I tried to stop him, but to no avail. The girl that was presumed to have been only knocked out had just started attempting to grab for a small blade that was attached to her waistband. My lord was still distracted, I saw my young self contemplating something. Just as she stabbed at him, young me stomped on her face with my own steel toed boots. Her skull was smashed just like that, she was dead.
I screamed and the entire world faded away to black. I was now in pure darkness and cold. I named this Day One in hell.