Story Time #1 : Extreme Circumstances

Kem Rixen

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For lack of a better name this will be known as Story Time, this being the first one it is #1, Extreme Circumstances being the topic. Create a character and have them handle an event right after doing something extreme, this could be your character killing another character, or perhapes killing themelves, leading them on a bizzare spiritual journey. The choice is up to you, I'll try to submit something as well. I'm not sure how long to make this thing go on for, one week or two, I'll see where we are at the end of the first week and decide then.

So, start writing.
 
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Fladian

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JetPack, will you be entering your own contest as well? Or will you remain there as a judge? Honestly, I'd prefer it if you'd join it as well.

The idea for the contest is an good one and might just get some interesting stories up here. Though I fear 'death' will always play the biggest role in them. Though it would be clear to the reader how good the writer is in showing the personality of the character they are aiming on - that, is what I look forward to.

I... have a little problem, which results in me not being able to write, terrain, whatever... As long as I can't do any of those, it has little use of entering the contest.
Regardless, I'm trying, so I guess, I'm in. Fact remains that the holidays are near, and most people's free time will run out quite fast.

...as long as no rushed work will stream in...
 

Falcoknight

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Amengar, a pathetic boy, as he is known to most, had a good life for the most part, he was weak and looked like a rich boy. Amengar, known as Amen, was scrawny with freckles that crouded his face like chinease people in china, his eyes where bright and hair was blonde, he never really made any right choices. One day, around June, Amen was walking along a road, it was a brisk summer day, clouded for the most part. All was well that day, however, one thing struck him like a gigantic wasp, as he was walking he saw his dad talking to someone. His dad was a strong built man, a philosopher and a very mysterious dad. The man that was talking to him looked mischeavious, he wore a black tunic and only his dark eyes showed. Amen heard his dad yell, "no!" and then to Amen's scary suprise he saw a blade emerge from his fathers back, brutaly deranging his insides. Amen's dad screamed in pain and the dark mysterious person walked away. Amen was scared to tend to his father and thought outloud, "Father, i have barely know you, yet mysery sweeps my heart as i saw you get slaughtered." Amen got up, and turned around, he saw his village, and he shrieked as the buildings where getting pillaged and burned, people getting torn apart and ravaged by dark ninjas. Amen flooded his freckled face with tears and his jaw roared with pain of others. He saw his mother who he loved so dearly get her head wrenched threw her stomache. Amen screamed in pain and yelled in horror. He ran away, leaving his forgotten city in ruins. As Amen approched another city after days of walking, a Dwarf greeted him, "Hello Lad," The Dwarf said wryly, "Whats all the comotion, you look like you just saw someone die!" When that last word played threw Amens ears his eyes widened and he grabbed the dwarfs thick arm and yelled, "My town was torchered and everyone i ever loved died a terrible death!" Amen's face tensed with facial muscles, he looked like he was about to implode, "Please someone Help me!!!!" The dwarfs face lightened, "there, there lad, we will take you in. Please, try and keep calm and try and ignore the pain" Amen looked at him then yelled, "How the hell can i keep quiet when MY ENTIRE FAMILIES INSIDES GOT TORN APART!?!?!?" The dwarf suddenly resisted the urge to calm him and said fiercly, "I know you are sad, but this is not a place to raise such commotion." Villagers gathered around in shock of what they heard. Then the dwarf wispered, "Now look what you've done!" Then young Amen stared angrily at the dwarfs wrinkled face, "Don't you DARE hush me!" Amens face surged with pain, "How can you say this when you have not felt my pain!" The Dwarf stepped back, giving amen some space, "Im sorry my boy, there is little we can do, but if it helpes i saw my parents get slaughtered aswell, by... the Black Azkarmath..." The Dwarf's face lightened and his eyes slanted as if he was about to cry, "They wore dark armour and looked like thieves, they where demons.. all of them!" Amen looked at him, he tried to scry what he had seen before, "My father, and Mother, and the rest of the town! They where killed by the men your talking about!" The Dwarf looked at him, his glee was impared horrendisly, "My son, this is a extremly serious issue, come with me at once, i know this is hard for you... but the Azkarmath are incredibly dangerious beings.." Amens timid body trembled with fear, "But what about my village! What about my family!!??!" The dwarf turned around as if he was going to tell a ghost story, "My young lad, it wont be just your family that is gone if you dont come with me at once!" The dwarf almost dragged the boy to a giant building, it was fortified with stones and steel...

...err im too lazy to finish...
 

Fladian

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It'll probably be done... today or tomorrow.
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Make that... a little later. I'm trying to solve some 'private issues.' I find some things more important than this =) But, it is mostly done, so I'll post it sooner or later anyway. I'm trying to create a decent ending for a somewhat disappointing story.
Truly, nothing to look forward to.

EDIT: I'm done. I'll post as soon as someone posts after this post. *sigh*
 

Fladian

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Great post Falco :p Thanks for posting though.

Before anything:
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'What happened? Where am I?' were the first two things I could ask myself the moment I opened my eyes. I could see steel bars in front of me. Definitely not easily to break them since they were as thick as the double of my arm and it was clear that they went deep into the ground and ceilling. The cage I found myself in was small, with a little luck, you could push three average sized people in here. This time, I found myself alone in the cage. There was no one here with me, just me.

Suddenly, a blinding light seared through the small room, showing me that there are more people in this room, but in different cages. The room was large and the walls were black. At least twenty cages were around us, all filled with people, the one looking more desperate than the other. There were no windows, no lights only a door that was opened and two people walked in. Their clothes, or armor, reflected the sunlight. Sunlight came through the door opening into the large room. Other people in cages shared the same feeling as me, being pained by the sunlight that suddenly streamed in. Our eyes had too much trouble to adjust to the sudden light, so most people decided to close it. I managed to keep one open, to see what is going on. I could see a lot of people crawling to the edge of the cage, some pushing their hands between the bar and asking for forgiveness, other people kneeled down inside the cage, but there were also people who sweared at the two men who walked by and tried to hit them, but it was all in vain. There was too much of a distance between the cage and the two men.

"You're coming with me!" I heard someone shout to a man in a cage. The man in the cage didn't speak a word, only tears streamed down his face. He made no attempt to escape either, he willingly let himself get out of the cage and the people who pulled him out, who looked like guards after seeing their armor shine in the sunlight, looked quite satisfied that the man didn't make any attempt. The cage of the man was not too far away from me. There was only one cage that blocked my sight, but luckily, the man inside the cage to my left was kneeling on the ground so I could watch over him and have a very good view over the two guards and the man they were speaking to. "Good job, Jard, as long as you cooperate, you won't be harmed... yet" one of the guards grinningly told the crying man, clearly named 'Jard.' Jard had his eyes open and cried in front of the guards while he slowly pushed his body upwards. He probably doesn't even know that he was crying in front of the two guards. The guards didn't really seem to mind it either, they were probably used to something like this.
"What is his crime, Fred?" the other guard asked as he closed the cage behind the man named Jard after pulling him out. The moment the cage was closed, the guard immediately grabbed a small note book from his pocket and started to write something. He probably wrote down the name of the caged man, or prisoner to them, and most likely his crime.
"This sick bastard murderd his own wife! Can you believe something like that, Robert?" the other guard shouted while looking disgusted towards Jard.
"Jard haven't do anything like that! Honustly!" Jard shouted in return while the tears dropped from his chin on the floor. "Honustly!" Jard shouted again, clearly trying to prove he is innocent. "You people think that Jard would hit own head just to look innocent?" the man cryingly shouted. A little mumbeling of the prisoners, the caged people, started. Everyone probably would have thought that Jard was guilty of all charges. But most people here have been prisoned for too long. They lost too much of their common sense during that time, and can only think about the simplest of things. Only those that are only just placed here, like me, can still think clearly. It is as if this place is made for people to lose their 'sense'. To lose their ability to think. Not that it would matter, actually. The moment you arrive here, your destiny has been sealed. There is no possible way to leave this place... alive.

'Hey Jard!' I shouted. Both guards turned to look at me, just like Jard, who lifted his head once again to look at me as well. 'Stay tough until the very end' I mentioned, a little softer than the shout I made just a moment ago.
Jard pushed his brown shirt up, the shirt we all wear, and wiped away his tears. "You be right, Ryan! Jard be tough until ending moment!" Jard shouted at me, in a voice much louder than any of us used here ever before. With a smack Jard hit his chest and stood up straight and a nod for confirmation. The guards grinned a bit to each other until the guard, apparently named 'Robert', pushed Jard in the back and made the gesture of 'move', while the guard named Fred, already took the lead and walked towards the front door. Again the moves of the prisoned people were made. Some again fell on their knees, others tried to grab the guards, but despite of what they did, it was all in vain. The guards walked out of range of the hands.

"Ryan, is it?" was suddenly asked to me when the door closed. All light was gone again, and it was too dark to see anything at all. I could barely see my own body, not to mention someone who would talk to me. It was rare and strange that someone would talk to you when you're stuck here. Not only because people here don't care about others, but also because most people lose most of the ability to talk. No one has the intention of making friends in a place like this, because it will only be painful the moment they are departed - knowing that you won't see the other person ever again while you're alive. To know something like that is painful, and can easily drive people crazy. Unfortunately, that is what happened to most people. But that someone would speak to me all of a sudden came as a giant surprise.
"Y-Yes, what is it?" I answered, stuttering and a bit shyly. No one talked to me the moment I came here. No one that asked my name, why I was here or anything else for that matter. I tried to ask things to people, but no one answered me. Some answered in a language I didn't speak, if it was a language at all. There was one man in the entire room that looked sane the moment I arrived. I tried to talk to him, but it was clear that he couldn't speak English. The language he did spoke sounded a bit like... Italian. But because I don't speak Italian at all, I'm not sure. I've heard it from time to time, but not often enough to understand it.
"I... I can't believe what you just did. You actually talked to someone in front of the guards" the voice said to me.
'Is it something special then? He is human too... right?' I asked while trying to listen carefully, trying to figure out where the voice came from. Even though we cannot see each other, it just felt right to look at the way the sound came from. To look at the way the man was sitting who talked to me.
"Y-Yes, of course!" The man quickly answered. "But, most people here don't care about others. Did you even thought about it how Jard knew your name? No one ever asked, did they?" The man continued. But even though we cannot see each other, I felt a familiar feeling. A feeling that he was looking me straight in the face. I'm sure he was nearby, but because of the mumbeling around me - both in languages I don't speak, and languages that don't exist - it was hard to hear where the sound was actually coming from.
"N-No, I guess you're right. B-but we can't just forsaken him. I mean, he is one of us, isn't he?"
"Ryan, have you heard his crimes? Do you know what he has done?" the voice told me once again. For some reason, the voice of this man was getting more trustworthy than anything else. Somehow, I trusted the voice more than the voice of my wife, or daughter.
"No. What are they? I don't believe it is true what the guards say. They are only concerned about how to get the people in- and away from here" I said in reply to the mysterious voice.
"I'm sorry to break this to you then, Ryan. But what the guards said, is very true" the voice continued.
"I... I see..." I softly mumbled as I sat down on the cold floor. Suddenly, the stone ground I have been laying on for days, felt so cold... so emotionless... so... dead. "What is your name?" I softly asked as I closed my eyes.
"William Nguyen" the man answered, like me, softly.

A loud scream woke me up. Not just me, because I suddenly heard different voices as well. Again a scream went through the room. It was clear that the voice was Jard, and that he was back in the room. Suddenly, my eyes grew larger. The emotion I missed since I arrived in this place - happiness. I ran to the edge of the cage, shouting the name of 'Jard', only to hear another shout in return. It wasn't just normal screaming, it was crying out in pain. Jard was in pain, very much pain, too much pain for him to handle.
'William?' I asked as I looked around, knowing that I couldn't see anything, but it felt the right way to do. 'William!' I asked again, without stopping of moving around.
"Yes, yes, I am still here. What is it, Ryan?" William answered me in a tired voice. A voice that is used to things like that. A voice that was everything but surprised... perhaps surprised by me talking to him, but nothing else.
'What is going on with Jard?' I asked William. By now, I was confident in saying that William was more experienced in this place than me. He apparently knew the system, he knew how these 'jailers' (note of Fladian: I'm not sure what the right word is here. Would it be 'jailors' or 'jailers'? Dictionary.com isn't much of a help here) work. 'What is wrong with him?'
"They experimented on him... just like they do with everyone. The worse the crime is, the more painful the experiment is to handle by the body, not to mention mentally. See it as a torture, only this helps people outside this... building" William softly spoke. The way he told me was as if he experienced it as well and knew what Jard must have been feeling right now. Though it of course depends on what kind of crime William made, and how much of a difference it had with the crime of Jard. "Tell me now, Ryan. Why are you here? What have you done to get in here?"
The question surprised me a bit and left William and me in silence. Until I finally spoke: "I'm innocent. I am sure that all of us here, are actually, innocent."
Despite not seeing anything at all in the room, I could clearly see a friendly smile on a cloaked face - which must have been William. It was not a laughing smile, it was a smile that appeared without any order of the brain, just something that came out of nothing. "Innocent... of course, I should've known" William softly spoke, barely hearable because of the screaming of Jard. "All newbies call them selves innocent," William continued. "But tell me, what is the crime people told you you've done?"

"I broke out."

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Fladian

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If you'll apologize about the lack of activity, then I should do so as well. So, sorry that I haven't been as active as usual. I was sick.
 
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