RE: Pokémon: Phantom Academy | Chapter V - Chapter of Sky
"Contracts? But... I don't even have one!"
No response, just maniacal laughter. What was going on?
Suddenly, two men come near him. No, not men. Were these... machines?
Then, pain. His body was being punctured, cut, opened. His skin felt like it was on fire. There was no sedative. He could feel everything. Then, it all went black.
Lennon woke back up alone. There was blood everywhere. His blood. He ran his hands over his body. It was badly scarred. But no more bleeding. Had they stitched him back up? Then, he realized he could move his hands. That means the restraints were gone. But every movement brought pain. Tears streaked his face. He forced himself off of the table, but tumbled to the floor. Half dried blood met him there. His. Sticky. His ribs were bleeding again. One of his wounds had torn back open. On the wall he could see a door. He crawled over to it. Tried to pry it open. Tried banging on it. Tried anything.
"Somebody! Help me!" he screamed out. Did he scream? Or did it only come out as a hoarse whisper?
"Let me out..."
BrOkenICE said:Shampoo Thief:
You wakeup in your room..or, at least, you think it's your room. As your vision clears you see that you're actually strapped down to a metal bed with metal restraints on your wrists and ankles.
You hear a feminine voice "I've captured you from Phantom Academy, and I'm going to use you in my experiments to learn more about contracts. Don't worry, you won't be in too much pain, as you'll soon pass out due to the stress" The voice laughs. Two large humanoid robots approach the metal bed, and start prodding you with sharp instruments. You are unable to resist, and after several hours of grueling tests they leave the room through sliding metal door on the far wall. After they exit the room your bindings retract, finally allowing you to move.
"Contracts? But... I don't even have one!"
No response, just maniacal laughter. What was going on?
Suddenly, two men come near him. No, not men. Were these... machines?
Then, pain. His body was being punctured, cut, opened. His skin felt like it was on fire. There was no sedative. He could feel everything. Then, it all went black.
Lennon woke back up alone. There was blood everywhere. His blood. He ran his hands over his body. It was badly scarred. But no more bleeding. Had they stitched him back up? Then, he realized he could move his hands. That means the restraints were gone. But every movement brought pain. Tears streaked his face. He forced himself off of the table, but tumbled to the floor. Half dried blood met him there. His. Sticky. His ribs were bleeding again. One of his wounds had torn back open. On the wall he could see a door. He crawled over to it. Tried to pry it open. Tried banging on it. Tried anything.
"Somebody! Help me!" he screamed out. Did he scream? Or did it only come out as a hoarse whisper?
"Let me out..."