I wake up. I look all around me and all I see is darkness. I try getting up, but I can't move. I'm tied to a chair. "Am I a prisoner?" I thought. And then I look ahead and see them. Two flaming red orbs staring right at me. Suddenly, I felt as if I were punched in the stomach by fear. But then I realized I was actually punched in the stomach by someone who apparently had a very large fist. "That's enough Hanz!" a deep voice seemed to growl. It came from the orbs. I knew that voice. He spoke again, "Let's introduce our guest to his hosts." The lights burned my eyes. It was so bright. You know that feeling when you've been sleeping off a hang over and your mom comes into your room and opens the curtains so you could get ready for church? Well, that's what it felt like. I was blind for a moment. Then my vision began to clear. Everything looked like a smudge, but I could still see those flaming eyes. Then everything became clear as crystal. And I saw him. "Hey Barthy." I says to him. "Hello Space Dick. How're the last moments of your life?" he asked with cold delight. He's never one for jokes and sarcasm. Not unless he's about to kill someone. That's one of Barthalog's most sinister qualities. He likes to have fun on the job. "I see you're still alive after the Ginger Revolt," I smirked at him. Another punch got me in the gut. I looked to my side as the this gargantuan mass of muscle standing next to me wearing nothing but a loincloth pulls back his fist. Barthy always was a bit "odd". "No thanks to you!" he growled once more, " Half of my dimension's forces were mutilated by those savages. And you left us to die under the orders of the Directorate." "I did not!" I interrupted, " I left you to die to save my own skin. The Directorate thought I did all I could to save you and your people. I got an awesome medal for it." I got hit in the face this time. "Well, Space Dick. I've been waiting a month for you to wake up, just so I can hear your screams as I send your mind into chaos." he licks his lips savoring the moment, " Just as you did to me after the academy." I couldn't believe he still blames me for that............. even though it was totally my fault. But he doesn't know that so Shhhhhhhh! "Where is Michibot?" I asked. "Hidden." he said. "From me?" I asked "From us." he said. "You haven't found her?" I asked. "No" he said. "Do you even know if she's functioning?" I asked. "We're unsure" he said. " Oh! I see. You need me to find her for you, right?" I asked. " Actually, no. I've sent out dozens of search parties for her, but they've all been unsuccessful. I could increase our efforts, but then you woke up. So I figured I'd just have you wander Sector L and search for her as entertainment." he said. That didn't sound so bad. I.S.D's are born trackers. I could probably find her in one and a half blog entries. I couldn't help but chuckle at his "brilliant" plan. "What's so funny I.S.D?" slightly amused by my amusment. "Oh nothing. When do we start?" I couldn't help but be playful. "NOW!" he barks. Suddenly, I feel myself drop. I fall an impressive height and the chair breaks(this thing wasn't wooden, people. Just trying to give you an idea of how high we were)We were in the Dreadnought. I look up and see the mammoth ship leaving Sector L's orbit. Many planets outside of Dimension 12 tremble at the sight of this spearlike titan (Though, it would be even scarier if it wasn't rounded at the tip).
I get up and stretch my legs. It feels good to move my legs after so long. I look around at Sector L and try to get my bearings. It's then when I realized that this isn't the Sector L I remember. "Crap! I always get Sector L and the spa planet of Sector of Painful Agonizing Sorrow So Horrid That You Gargle With Broken Glass Just to Take Your Mind Off the Pain mixed up. It's Sector L that's the bad one." I tell myself. The Directorate is still working on that name change. In Sector L, all you'll find is death at every corner. And there are a lot of corners. Mainly because Sector L is a planet that was completely converted into ............ a Labyrinth. I hate mazes. "DAMN YOU BARTHALOG!!!!" I yelled. And that's when I heard a roar so loud the planet began to shake. How could I have forgotten about the Minotaur.
Until Next Time,
Christopher DeLaPaz I.S.D Out
Let's hope I get to Michibot before the Minotaur does.
Tuesday, January 13, 2009
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