Uggh....my head. What the hell happened?
Garren slowly opens his eyes, but there wasn't much to see. The room was dim, and the only light coming into the room was from a small candle. The light didn't go far, and many spots in the room were still darkened to a great extent. It looked like a medieval dungeon. He tries to move, only to realize his wrists and ankles are chained to the wall.
"What's going on?" Garren demands, speaking to no one in particular. Has he failed a test, and is now dying for it? He's about to repeat himself, when he sees something lying on the ground not too far from him that makes his دل nearly stop.
Kayleen.
Kayleen slowly comes to, and very slowly, gets up into a kneeling postion. She's blindfolded.
"What are آپ doing here?" Garren asks, repressing the uneasiness in his voice.
"Garren?" Kayleen asks, her voice full of surprise. "What's going on?"
"I'd like to know myself. How'd آپ get-" Garren's words are interrupted as something flys out from the dark and impales itself deep in Garren's stomach.
Taken سے طرف کی surprise سے طرف کی the knife, Garren yells out in pain, causing Kayleen to panic.
"Garren?! What's wrong?!" She asks frantically.
Before he can answer though, two figures step out from the shadows. Two men, سے طرف کی the looks of it, wearing long robes, covering their faces with hoods. Kayleen continues to talk.
"Hush, child," hoodie #1 commands. He turns to hoodie #2. "Restrain and gag her."
At once, hoodie #2 grabs her violently سے طرف کی the arm, and cuffs her to a nearby pipe. Then, he grabs a cloth from his sleeve pockets and shoves it in her mouth, silencing her.
Garren, in response to Kayleen's treatment, gives hoodie #2 his I'm-gonna-beat-you-so-hard-your-great-grandchildren-feel-it look, which caused him to quickly back up. Hoodie #1, however, gave a different response. He grabs a large wooden plank lying against the wall, and swings at Garren's face. The plank makes contact, and Garren's face is covered with cuts from the wood.
Just then, the voice speaks. "This is a test of endurance. Stay conscious for one گھنٹہ as آپ are mercilessly beat during that time. Failure to do so will provoke the torturers to turn to your friend. Good luck."
And with that, hoodie #1 and 2 begin their hour-long, painful torture.
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It was, well, torture.
One after another, without even pausing, they dealt any type of damage they could to Garren. They kicked, punched, stabbed, and beaned anything in their reach, which was, needless to say, everything.
Several times, Garren came close to blacking out, but always managed to keep awake. To keep himself from focusing on the pain, he decided to count how many times they did something. So far:
14 stabs
5 hits with the plank
56 punches
41 kicks
Garren was bleeding from everywhere. There wasn't a place on his body that wasn't covered سے طرف کی blood یا cut. Kayleen had managed to pull off the blindfold, and was sickened سے طرف کی what she saw. How he was still alive was anyone's guess. She nearly threw up everything inside of her.
But she kept track of the time. She had heard the Sentinels, the ذریعہ of the voices, speak, and knew Garren had to only live through 30 مزید seconds.
Again, the torturers kicked him, a sickening crunch coming from the blow. Still, Garren remained conscious. He wasn't going to let them hurt Kayleen.
10 seconds.
With all of his might, torturer #1 swung the چھری across his chest, cutting the skin once more. Garren coughed up blood, the sticky liquid splattering on the walls. He was at his limit.
5 seconds.
Torturer #2 backed up a little, got a running start, and aimed a kick towards Garren's head.
3.......2........1!
The torturers froze, #2's kick only a millimeter from contact. With a horrifying yell, they burst into flames, and disintegrated. Garren, too tired to even blink, finally passed out, but not before hearing the Sentinels again.
"Pass. There is one final test آپ must pass. Not a single person out of the 10 گزشتہ has passed this. Will آپ choose correctly?"
Garren slowly opens his eyes, but there wasn't much to see. The room was dim, and the only light coming into the room was from a small candle. The light didn't go far, and many spots in the room were still darkened to a great extent. It looked like a medieval dungeon. He tries to move, only to realize his wrists and ankles are chained to the wall.
"What's going on?" Garren demands, speaking to no one in particular. Has he failed a test, and is now dying for it? He's about to repeat himself, when he sees something lying on the ground not too far from him that makes his دل nearly stop.
Kayleen.
Kayleen slowly comes to, and very slowly, gets up into a kneeling postion. She's blindfolded.
"What are آپ doing here?" Garren asks, repressing the uneasiness in his voice.
"Garren?" Kayleen asks, her voice full of surprise. "What's going on?"
"I'd like to know myself. How'd آپ get-" Garren's words are interrupted as something flys out from the dark and impales itself deep in Garren's stomach.
Taken سے طرف کی surprise سے طرف کی the knife, Garren yells out in pain, causing Kayleen to panic.
"Garren?! What's wrong?!" She asks frantically.
Before he can answer though, two figures step out from the shadows. Two men, سے طرف کی the looks of it, wearing long robes, covering their faces with hoods. Kayleen continues to talk.
"Hush, child," hoodie #1 commands. He turns to hoodie #2. "Restrain and gag her."
At once, hoodie #2 grabs her violently سے طرف کی the arm, and cuffs her to a nearby pipe. Then, he grabs a cloth from his sleeve pockets and shoves it in her mouth, silencing her.
Garren, in response to Kayleen's treatment, gives hoodie #2 his I'm-gonna-beat-you-so-hard-your-great-grandchildren-feel-it look, which caused him to quickly back up. Hoodie #1, however, gave a different response. He grabs a large wooden plank lying against the wall, and swings at Garren's face. The plank makes contact, and Garren's face is covered with cuts from the wood.
Just then, the voice speaks. "This is a test of endurance. Stay conscious for one گھنٹہ as آپ are mercilessly beat during that time. Failure to do so will provoke the torturers to turn to your friend. Good luck."
And with that, hoodie #1 and 2 begin their hour-long, painful torture.
-----------------------------
It was, well, torture.
One after another, without even pausing, they dealt any type of damage they could to Garren. They kicked, punched, stabbed, and beaned anything in their reach, which was, needless to say, everything.
Several times, Garren came close to blacking out, but always managed to keep awake. To keep himself from focusing on the pain, he decided to count how many times they did something. So far:
14 stabs
5 hits with the plank
56 punches
41 kicks
Garren was bleeding from everywhere. There wasn't a place on his body that wasn't covered سے طرف کی blood یا cut. Kayleen had managed to pull off the blindfold, and was sickened سے طرف کی what she saw. How he was still alive was anyone's guess. She nearly threw up everything inside of her.
But she kept track of the time. She had heard the Sentinels, the ذریعہ of the voices, speak, and knew Garren had to only live through 30 مزید seconds.
Again, the torturers kicked him, a sickening crunch coming from the blow. Still, Garren remained conscious. He wasn't going to let them hurt Kayleen.
10 seconds.
With all of his might, torturer #1 swung the چھری across his chest, cutting the skin once more. Garren coughed up blood, the sticky liquid splattering on the walls. He was at his limit.
5 seconds.
Torturer #2 backed up a little, got a running start, and aimed a kick towards Garren's head.
3.......2........1!
The torturers froze, #2's kick only a millimeter from contact. With a horrifying yell, they burst into flames, and disintegrated. Garren, too tired to even blink, finally passed out, but not before hearing the Sentinels again.
"Pass. There is one final test آپ must pass. Not a single person out of the 10 گزشتہ has passed this. Will آپ choose correctly?"
Chapter 3 : Rage
One week after the indecent, King George had news for Prince Jay.
"I will let the Kitsune go" King George told Jay.
"Really?" جے asked, confused.
"Why yes" King George answered as he winked to Prince Cole as he smiled back. They took off the Kitsunes chains as everyone cheered, جے sensed something was up.
"Now!" King George yelled as a group of Guards and Cole surrounded her and started whipping her. Then the citizens circled her and started Kicking and Slapping her as the Kitsune started crying.
"Stop it!" جے yelled as he started protecting the Kitsune. Then Cole kneed جے in the stomach, grabbed the Kitsune and out her back in her cage as جے could only watch...
One week after the indecent, King George had news for Prince Jay.
"I will let the Kitsune go" King George told Jay.
"Really?" جے asked, confused.
"Why yes" King George answered as he winked to Prince Cole as he smiled back. They took off the Kitsunes chains as everyone cheered, جے sensed something was up.
"Now!" King George yelled as a group of Guards and Cole surrounded her and started whipping her. Then the citizens circled her and started Kicking and Slapping her as the Kitsune started crying.
"Stop it!" جے yelled as he started protecting the Kitsune. Then Cole kneed جے in the stomach, grabbed the Kitsune and out her back in her cage as جے could only watch...
Okay, some دوستوں and I made up a song we call, "The Hunger Games" to the tune of "Glad آپ Came"
Okay here it goes,
The sun goes down, the tributes come out.
And all I know, is Cato's here now.
My leg will never be the same.
The Hunger Games, The Hunger Games.
(All of the o o o o o o o 's... xD)
آپ cast a spell on me, spell on me.
آپ hit me like your present fell on me, fell on me.
I decided آپ work well with me, well with me.
So let's go somewhere no one else can see آپ n' me
Turn the lights out NOW.
Now I'll take آپ سے طرف کی the hand.
Hand آپ some medicine.
Drink it if آپ can.
Can آپ spend a little time?
Time is slipping away.
Away from us, so stay.
Stay with me, I can make, make آپ Victor.
(And then آپ repeat. ツ I think of this every time I hear "Glad آپ Came")
Okay here it goes,
The sun goes down, the tributes come out.
And all I know, is Cato's here now.
My leg will never be the same.
The Hunger Games, The Hunger Games.
(All of the o o o o o o o 's... xD)
آپ cast a spell on me, spell on me.
آپ hit me like your present fell on me, fell on me.
I decided آپ work well with me, well with me.
So let's go somewhere no one else can see آپ n' me
Turn the lights out NOW.
Now I'll take آپ سے طرف کی the hand.
Hand آپ some medicine.
Drink it if آپ can.
Can آپ spend a little time?
Time is slipping away.
Away from us, so stay.
Stay with me, I can make, make آپ Victor.
(And then آپ repeat. ツ I think of this every time I hear "Glad آپ Came")
So here i am
stuck inside this house
im wondering if i
will ever make it out
now point wondering
if there isnt an answer
just try to belive
here we are
stuck in this house
back where we started
we wont ever make it out
just here to ask
even if there is no reply
if آپ believe
آپ turn to me
آپ say it slow
your voice is deep
"how do we know,"
i shrugg my shoulders
آپ reply
"I believe in آپ and i"
then i know
without a doubt
that these four walls
can keep up trapped
but آپ will always
love me
even if آپ are
a stuffed monkey
stuck inside this house
im wondering if i
will ever make it out
now point wondering
if there isnt an answer
just try to belive
here we are
stuck in this house
back where we started
we wont ever make it out
just here to ask
even if there is no reply
if آپ believe
آپ turn to me
آپ say it slow
your voice is deep
"how do we know,"
i shrugg my shoulders
آپ reply
"I believe in آپ and i"
then i know
without a doubt
that these four walls
can keep up trapped
but آپ will always
love me
even if آپ are
a stuffed monkey
Chapter 6
Okay, so were was I last time before I got hurt? Oh right now I remember. So battling demons, to be honest it scares the living soul out of me. Pretty much that's what those evil things are after. Alright your probably thinking what in the world is she talking about, She was hurt! Yes I realize that. I am just going to give آپ some info about those ugly things. Okay.
Rule 1-Never try to reason with them. That's just stupid and they will take your soul.
Rule 2-Please don't look into there eyes! If آپ do let's just say آپ will be sorry.
Rule 3-Always have a wepon.
Rule 4-Don't and I mean don't let them ever sneak up on you. You'll be a goner.
Rule 5 last rule- Never have a really hot guy helping آپ trying to fight these things. آپ will be focused on him! Not the demon!
That's why I blame Nick. Damn why did he have to be so darn hot.
I open my eyes and lucky me. Guess who's hovering over me? A demon.
Okay, so were was I last time before I got hurt? Oh right now I remember. So battling demons, to be honest it scares the living soul out of me. Pretty much that's what those evil things are after. Alright your probably thinking what in the world is she talking about, She was hurt! Yes I realize that. I am just going to give آپ some info about those ugly things. Okay.
Rule 1-Never try to reason with them. That's just stupid and they will take your soul.
Rule 2-Please don't look into there eyes! If آپ do let's just say آپ will be sorry.
Rule 3-Always have a wepon.
Rule 4-Don't and I mean don't let them ever sneak up on you. You'll be a goner.
Rule 5 last rule- Never have a really hot guy helping آپ trying to fight these things. آپ will be focused on him! Not the demon!
That's why I blame Nick. Damn why did he have to be so darn hot.
I open my eyes and lucky me. Guess who's hovering over me? A demon.
Thursday
Lots to blog about. Today was interview day. The principal made all 8th graders go through a mock interview for the experience. We had to dress appropriate and respectable. I wore a tight black and grey dress with a black بیلٹ, پٹی above the waist with black wedges. My interview guy was this old fart whose wrinkles hid his emotions. His face was so wrinkled that I couldn't tell whether he was smiling, frowning, یا laughing. I think my interview went okay. When I got back with my دائرے, حلقہ of friends, they told me how their interviewers were complimenting them and saying how much they loved this resumes and cover letters. He didn't say anything nice یا mean. He did however joke with me. In other glorious news, Kyle took me out for ice cream. How cool is that?! He had chocolate and I had vanilla. We sat and talked. It was just the two of us. سے طرف کی اگلے week, Kyle will surely be my boyfriend.
Lots to blog about. Today was interview day. The principal made all 8th graders go through a mock interview for the experience. We had to dress appropriate and respectable. I wore a tight black and grey dress with a black بیلٹ, پٹی above the waist with black wedges. My interview guy was this old fart whose wrinkles hid his emotions. His face was so wrinkled that I couldn't tell whether he was smiling, frowning, یا laughing. I think my interview went okay. When I got back with my دائرے, حلقہ of friends, they told me how their interviewers were complimenting them and saying how much they loved this resumes and cover letters. He didn't say anything nice یا mean. He did however joke with me. In other glorious news, Kyle took me out for ice cream. How cool is that?! He had chocolate and I had vanilla. We sat and talked. It was just the two of us. سے طرف کی اگلے week, Kyle will surely be my boyfriend.