Frostbyte99 2012/07/09 (Mon) 15:14 No. 159519 ▼
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[ ] Go under the tree
Quickly approaching the tree, you assess your options. You are not sure if you could make it over the tree. You probably could, but it would be too risky. You already knew that running around wouldn't work. You look behind you, to where she is. And there's no way in hell you would be retarded enough to turn back. That's just suicide! You look back ahead again. That just leaves sliding under. You hope that you don't slow down too much...
Just as you get ready to lean back for your slide, an upturned root catches your foot, and you lurch forward.
Switching gears, your mind and body both work to save you. The methods differ, though. Your mind knows the only way to still save yourself (keep momentum and clear the tree) is to turn the fall into a roll. Your body, however, tries to speed up so you can catch yourself (muscle memory). Your body somehow wins, even though you were running full tilt. As you continue to fall forward, you feel a sort of puff, or boost from your feet. Your head was already low enough to clear the tree, but the puff prevented you from performing a roll, and pushed your feet back beneath you. Both feet were about an inch off the ground for a good two seconds. While surprising (to say the least), you dare not think about it for too long and continue running, because she is still chasing you, and somehow leapt (flew?) over the obstruction.
The moon has reached it's peak in the sky and is casting an eerie glow across the forest. With the light that it gives, you can make out what looks to be a shack of some sort. Shelter! And there's a light on! With another boost of speed from who knows where, you rush to the door and bang with all your might.
"Help me! Oh god, please open up!! Something's trying to kill me!! Open the door! Hurry!!!"
"Cut that shit out!" you hear someone inside yell. This only makes you bang even harder, because you feel this would be the only way they would open the door. You are rewarded with sounds of shuffling on the inside. "Hold on, I'm coming, I'm coming"
You look back to your left and see the girl clear the trees, stop, and then slowly start walking towards you.
"Awww. Are we done playing? That's ok. I'm ready to eat now anyway." As she speaks, a dark orb appears on her midsection and spreads, engulfing her and continuing to spread outwards. "With all that running you did, your muscles must be all worked up. You'll taste real good."
At that moment, the door opens and a man steps out; grabbing your wrist to keep you from hitting him. He looks to be about 5'8", wearing faded blue jeans, a tucked in red T-shirt (there's a tiny gold 'Z' on the right breast), and a black leather jacket. He had long black hair tied into a single ponytail, and looked pretty young. Still, you could definitely tell that he worked out. His muscles were much more defined than yours. You should probably work on that, that is, if you get out of this situation alive.
"So what's with all this noise this late at night, huh? I was just getting ready to go to sleep." He looks really annoyed. He also sounds like a dick. You normally wouldn't deal with a person like this, but at the moment you don't have much of a choice. Being too scared to say anything, you just point. It's at this time that the girl-blob-thing leaps at you.
"Tch. Not this one again", the man says with a bored expression. "Fuckin' youkai". In an instant, a sword is in his hand. The blade goes over your shoulder, about an inch away from your face, and directly into the center of the dark blob. You aren't sure if she was stabbed or not, but you're still breathing. That definitely counts for something. "Go away, Rumia. I've told you to stay away from my house. Next time I won't be so nice"
"But the human...", the creature apparently named Rumia starts.
"I don't care about him, I want YOU to get out of my sight. Go back to your little bitch group for all I care"
"FUCK YOU!! DON'T TALK ABOUT MY FRIENDS LIKE THAT!! I'LL RIP YOUR GODDAMN THROAT OUT!!"
Before she could move (or you could realize you still were in the wrong place at the wrong time, the man's wrist flicks. You hear a snick, a thud, and Rumia lets out a horrible scream of agony. The dark blob quickly retreats into the woods, leaving a trail of blood and an arm behind. Taking a second to make sure that she left, he puts his sword away, adopts a slightly more aloof expression, and turns to you. "You should probably come in now. Otherwise she'll definitely hunt you down and eat you tonight." You stand there, still in shock, and the man starts to become irritated again. "What? Thinking about it? You better make up your mind before I make it for you." Jesus, this guy is moody. You still pick up on the veiled threat, and scurry into the house. He just nods and closes the door.
There isn't really much on the inside (not that it was much on the outside, but). A wooden chair, a table with a plate and fork, and a simple bed. There isn't even a rug or anything, just bare wood floors. A couple of candles on the table provide the only light and warmth, but it is immensely better than the outside. Do people still live like this? Regardless, you need to speak with your benefactor.
"Thank you. Thank you so much."
"Eh, don't worry about it." He just waves it off. "Hey, relax, have a seat. I'm guessing you're still pretty spooked." He reaches underneath his bed, and pulls out two bottles. "Wanna beer?" Your throat is very dry, so you just nod and accept the bottle. Taking a swig, you notice that it's more of an ale. It's good, just not something you've tasted before.
"This is kinda nice, whats it called?"
"Dunno," he says with a shrug. "its a special brew from the bar down in the village. I know the bartender, so he hooks me up with a couple of bottles every now and then."
"Village? What village?" Maybe you're not that far from home. There were some villages on the far outskirts of your city.
"The human village, of course"
What? "The human village? I'm confused. Where are we?"
"What do you mean 'where are we'? We're in the Forest of Magic!"
You seem to be able to push his buttons very easily unknowingly. Regardless, he's gotta be pulling your leg. Forest of Magic? What a load of bull. Then again, what about that girl? Rumia, was it? She was able to make that big dark blob out of nothing. And the fact that you were spirited away to this place. It must be magic. But, magic isn't real. Right? It's all fake, like the card tricks and escape artists. But even you did something weird in the woods. You definitely know you couldn't do that before. Aaagh, your head hurts from thinking too much.
He must have been able to read the confusion on your face, because his expression changes from irritation to disbelief. "You mean you really don't know? Aww hell. You're new" He downs his beer and sets the bottle on the table. "Look, don't worry about it. I'll... I'll take you to the village tomorrow, and the schoolteacher can explain it to you. I'm no good at explaining this." He walks over to his bed and sits down. "Look, you're welcome to stay up or whatever, but I'm going to sleep. As I said, I'll take you to the village in the morning." He then tosses a pillow to you. "G-night. Oh, the names Drake, by the way" Drake then lays down and begins to do just that.
"_____________" you reply. You fight back a yawn and grab the pillow. You are pretty tired. You've effectively been running since noon (partially your fault, but still), but your muscles don't really feel that sore. If it wasn't for the fact that you were mentally drained, you probably think you could go for another couple of hours. Taking a look around the room, you try to find a comfortable spot. The chair doesn't look comfy at all, and the floor is cold. You decide to just warm up the spot with your butt before laying down. Sleep comes quickly, even with your anxiety over the days events.
[ ] Enter Name
There we go. Computer (laptop for 159511) fully charged, and post finished. Also if you guys want to go nameless, that's fine too. Either way, anon's personality is shaped by your choices, so name doesn't really matter that much.
Picture is closest to the idea I was trying to get across