Post by John Ong on Oct 23, 2007 21:16:32 GMT 1
((-- This was written as the first part to a short story for my character on 259. About how he came to control his Qi. As I had never really explained how he realized he had it, which was bad on my part since thats part of the whole Qi system on 259 anyways. But yeah. Feedback and constructive advice is nice.--))
Chained to his feet, by his hands, and his hands chained together, with his ankles chained together. A lock around his neck, chained to the chain, chaining his ankles down his back. This individuals hair a spiky golden blond. Four scars across his right cheek, along with two additional scars on his forehead. One over each eye brow going from the corner of the temple up to to-wards the hair line, like two horns ripped from his head. Dark blue eyes scanned the items in his arms. White cloths, a white shirt, white pants, and white doctors shoes. He was being processed, and he had nothing but his underwear on. As escorts there where four men surrounding him, wearing riot control uniforms.
As they walked they approached a desk, where he put the cloths down and, the guards pulled out dart guns in case he got out of control. They un shackled him and he walked through the metal detector, which also doubles as an x-ray machine. Seeing nothing harmful in his possession the doctors of this facility, that so far only looked like a single hallway. He was led through a door into... White... Thats the best description he could come up with. A white nothing, it takes a few seconds to get used to until he can finally see the seems between the white in the walls and floors. His eyes begin to notice that he can make out shapes from the 'white out'.
"What is your name?"
The sound of a voice reaches his ears as he looks around. It sounded like it came from speakers, a microphone almost. Looking to a far wall and up a little bit, there is someone behind glass using something to talk. The guy turned and looked, unimpressed. The white making no shadows, his chest covered in scars along with one giant 'X' across the front, a large hole like scar on his lower right side, a red ring around his right shoulder, with red lightning shaped scars down the arm stopping at the wrist. Scars of whips and burns on his back, cuts and slashes. Two bullet wound looking scars on his gut, and multiple other on his legs.
"State your name."
"Leon Sudeki."
"Sudeki, you are here under order of the district of Public high School number two-five-nine. For the multiple beatings and rioting in the streets. Your sentence is heavy refinement, and personality enhancement training. You are to put those cloths on and head to your first refinement session."
Leon didn't see a reason to argue just yet, so he put on the shirt, pants, and hospital shoes. As soon as he exited into even more white, someone on his left side quickly injected a needle into his neck, the boy had a simple second to react before he lost consciousness.
There is no telling how long exactly the guy had been there now. Weeks? Months? he was kept so drugged and experimented on he lost all track of time, until the day came where the drugs where losing their effects and during "Refinement" he began to regain consciousness. He was strapped to abed, which slowly rotated in a circle. Needles in position on a device on his head to inject into his neck and eyes. The room was unlike the rest of the building, instead of the blinding white it was almost a pitch dark. A simple light keeping the room light enough to see everything if ones eyes had adjusted well enough. His eyes opening and he spoke out loud.
"Where am... I?"
Elsewhere an observation room of the patients looked at the monitor and saw his eyes come into focus, checking his vitals he saw an increase in heart rate and brain activity. Then heard Leon speak, the bald mans eyes opened wide and he ran to get the head doctor of the facility. Meanwhile Leon began to see what was going on.
"My head... Hurts... Why am I strapped down?"
He struggled against the bindings only to hear the hard leather straps whine and complain. Protesting the movement. He began to think, but it only made that pain in his head hurt more. As more of it built he could feel something else building. The light began to flicker and the bed stopped rotating. Mean while the head doctor and the other viewed the monitor.
"Oh no.... He's awakened. Shut off the area, evacuate, send in the Enforcers! Have them take the injector guns, use Purple rounds. He's been injected with a level 2 skip, he mite short circuit!"
In the room, Leon's body began to glow slowly, and with that, the light exploded and the machine around his head blew off the bed, surprising him. But it made it easier to get out, for some reason he started to feel stronger by the second. He got off the bed by breaking the straps and headed out of the room. Once in the hall it was quiet. And his head started to hurt again. He reached up with his left arm to hold his forehead. Enforcers in black uniforms and body armor showed up carrying what looked like automatic assault rifles on crack.
"Sudeki! Don't move or we will open fire!"
Leon stopped holding his head and looked at the four soldiers, they looked familiar, but he brushed it off. He fell to the wall stumbling, and then pushed off of it. One of them seemed to be carrying a weapon with a large barrel. And he took aim. A charge would be heard and a loud noise. It can only be described as 'foom'. It was a high powered air compression cannon. Meaning, Leon was within range, and it hurt like a bitch. As it hit Leon he was pushed back like he had just been hit with a sledge hammer in the gut. He coughed outward, sparks spewing from the air desipating around him. Blue electrical sparks.
His body began to glow again, except this time much brighter, the area around him, the white walls being broken and cracked as the energy was being forced out wards and electricity beginning to poor off the blond boy. He got up, holding his gut, blood dripping from his nose as he walked to wards the soldiers, lights exploding down the halls.
"He's short circuiting!"
One of them yelled and two of them knelt close enough to shoot the purple rounds at him, but not before Leon rushed in at a speed he has never moved before, dropping each one in a heap. But the cannisters attached to his body had done what they needed to do and the glowing went away. He stood there unsure of what that was all about... What was happening to him? Why was he capable of such things? This place...
"What have they done to me?"
Chained to his feet, by his hands, and his hands chained together, with his ankles chained together. A lock around his neck, chained to the chain, chaining his ankles down his back. This individuals hair a spiky golden blond. Four scars across his right cheek, along with two additional scars on his forehead. One over each eye brow going from the corner of the temple up to to-wards the hair line, like two horns ripped from his head. Dark blue eyes scanned the items in his arms. White cloths, a white shirt, white pants, and white doctors shoes. He was being processed, and he had nothing but his underwear on. As escorts there where four men surrounding him, wearing riot control uniforms.
As they walked they approached a desk, where he put the cloths down and, the guards pulled out dart guns in case he got out of control. They un shackled him and he walked through the metal detector, which also doubles as an x-ray machine. Seeing nothing harmful in his possession the doctors of this facility, that so far only looked like a single hallway. He was led through a door into... White... Thats the best description he could come up with. A white nothing, it takes a few seconds to get used to until he can finally see the seems between the white in the walls and floors. His eyes begin to notice that he can make out shapes from the 'white out'.
"What is your name?"
The sound of a voice reaches his ears as he looks around. It sounded like it came from speakers, a microphone almost. Looking to a far wall and up a little bit, there is someone behind glass using something to talk. The guy turned and looked, unimpressed. The white making no shadows, his chest covered in scars along with one giant 'X' across the front, a large hole like scar on his lower right side, a red ring around his right shoulder, with red lightning shaped scars down the arm stopping at the wrist. Scars of whips and burns on his back, cuts and slashes. Two bullet wound looking scars on his gut, and multiple other on his legs.
"State your name."
"Leon Sudeki."
"Sudeki, you are here under order of the district of Public high School number two-five-nine. For the multiple beatings and rioting in the streets. Your sentence is heavy refinement, and personality enhancement training. You are to put those cloths on and head to your first refinement session."
Leon didn't see a reason to argue just yet, so he put on the shirt, pants, and hospital shoes. As soon as he exited into even more white, someone on his left side quickly injected a needle into his neck, the boy had a simple second to react before he lost consciousness.
There is no telling how long exactly the guy had been there now. Weeks? Months? he was kept so drugged and experimented on he lost all track of time, until the day came where the drugs where losing their effects and during "Refinement" he began to regain consciousness. He was strapped to abed, which slowly rotated in a circle. Needles in position on a device on his head to inject into his neck and eyes. The room was unlike the rest of the building, instead of the blinding white it was almost a pitch dark. A simple light keeping the room light enough to see everything if ones eyes had adjusted well enough. His eyes opening and he spoke out loud.
"Where am... I?"
Elsewhere an observation room of the patients looked at the monitor and saw his eyes come into focus, checking his vitals he saw an increase in heart rate and brain activity. Then heard Leon speak, the bald mans eyes opened wide and he ran to get the head doctor of the facility. Meanwhile Leon began to see what was going on.
"My head... Hurts... Why am I strapped down?"
He struggled against the bindings only to hear the hard leather straps whine and complain. Protesting the movement. He began to think, but it only made that pain in his head hurt more. As more of it built he could feel something else building. The light began to flicker and the bed stopped rotating. Mean while the head doctor and the other viewed the monitor.
"Oh no.... He's awakened. Shut off the area, evacuate, send in the Enforcers! Have them take the injector guns, use Purple rounds. He's been injected with a level 2 skip, he mite short circuit!"
In the room, Leon's body began to glow slowly, and with that, the light exploded and the machine around his head blew off the bed, surprising him. But it made it easier to get out, for some reason he started to feel stronger by the second. He got off the bed by breaking the straps and headed out of the room. Once in the hall it was quiet. And his head started to hurt again. He reached up with his left arm to hold his forehead. Enforcers in black uniforms and body armor showed up carrying what looked like automatic assault rifles on crack.
"Sudeki! Don't move or we will open fire!"
Leon stopped holding his head and looked at the four soldiers, they looked familiar, but he brushed it off. He fell to the wall stumbling, and then pushed off of it. One of them seemed to be carrying a weapon with a large barrel. And he took aim. A charge would be heard and a loud noise. It can only be described as 'foom'. It was a high powered air compression cannon. Meaning, Leon was within range, and it hurt like a bitch. As it hit Leon he was pushed back like he had just been hit with a sledge hammer in the gut. He coughed outward, sparks spewing from the air desipating around him. Blue electrical sparks.
His body began to glow again, except this time much brighter, the area around him, the white walls being broken and cracked as the energy was being forced out wards and electricity beginning to poor off the blond boy. He got up, holding his gut, blood dripping from his nose as he walked to wards the soldiers, lights exploding down the halls.
"He's short circuiting!"
One of them yelled and two of them knelt close enough to shoot the purple rounds at him, but not before Leon rushed in at a speed he has never moved before, dropping each one in a heap. But the cannisters attached to his body had done what they needed to do and the glowing went away. He stood there unsure of what that was all about... What was happening to him? Why was he capable of such things? This place...
"What have they done to me?"
