The adrenaline started pumping through his veins. "What happened last night?" Ken wondered. All he could remember was talking to his brother Dave, then heading out to meet Lisa down at the Bar with No Name. And after that... Things started to get fuzzy. There were little bits of memory, snapshots of the night.. Lisa sitting at their usual table, laughing quietly, a Cosmopolatian in her hand... The sounds of the ska band playing through the smoky bar... And then... Nothing. Nothing except for the unique scent of jasmine, apples, and lavender.
CREAK!!!
The sound of a door opening on rusty hinges suddenly pulled Ken back into the present. He froze, instinctively pretending to still be unconcious, and watched through slitted eyes as the door to the left of him began to open.
"...and we can promise that it will be a successful one," said a greasy sounding voice as the door opened completely. ken could make out the faintest gray blobs of movement, but could not actually see the source of the greasy voice. it's hard to see clearly when you're pretending to be unconcious
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Well, Ken thought, there goes any chance of trying to fake my way out of this... He watched through his slitted eyes, muscles involuntarily tensing, as a new gray blob, hereafter known as blob number 3, came forward, and began to lean over him.
"Yes..." said blob 3, "Ve just need to roll heem over..." And as blob3 went to grab him, Ken attacked, tensing around blob3 (which upon opening his eyes turned out to be a non-descript, scruffy man in a patched lab coat, smears of brown stuff across the front) and managing through sheer dumb luck to hit him in the back of the knees. The "Doctor" went down hard onto his face, and Ken, taking advantage of the element of surprise, scrabbled for his feet, and head down, careened for the door.
now the funny thing about old abandoned warehouses downtown is that they often tend to look incredibly predictable and as though you could easily escape one should you need to escape from one because some crazy bastards kidnapped you while you were drunk and planned to steal your kidneys
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The adrenaline started pumping through his veins. "What happened last night?" Ken wondered. All he could remember was talking to his brother Dave, then heading out to meet Lisa down at the Bar with No Name. And after that... Things started to get fuzzy. There were little bits of memory, snapshots of the night.. Lisa sitting at their usual table, laughing quietly, a Cosmopolatian in her hand... The sounds of the ska band playing through the smoky bar... And then... Nothing. Nothing except for the unique scent of jasmine, apples, and lavender.
CREAK!!!
The sound of a door opening on rusty hinges suddenly pulled Ken back into the present. He froze, instinctively pretending to still be unconcious, and watched through slitted eyes as the door to the left of him began to open.
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"Yes..." said blob 3, "Ve just need to roll heem over..." And as blob3 went to grab him, Ken attacked, tensing around blob3 (which upon opening his eyes turned out to be a non-descript, scruffy man in a patched lab coat, smears of brown stuff across the front) and managing through sheer dumb luck to hit him in the back of the knees. The "Doctor" went down hard onto his face, and Ken, taking advantage of the element of surprise, scrabbled for his feet, and head down, careened for the door.
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