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tampered2007-10-09 10:06 pm
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Log; Incomplete
When; Oct. 10th, sometime after midnight
Rating; R for gore and language probably
Characters; Richard Zeeman (![[profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
teh_alpha_male ) and Vivian Gandillon (f_lilredridinhd )[Unknown site tag]
Summary; Richard and Vivian wake up to discover they've been trapped, and the only way to get out is to help each other
Log:
Rating; R for gore and language probably
Characters; Richard Zeeman (
teh_alpha_male ) and Vivian Gandillon (f_lilredridinhd )[Unknown site tag]Summary; Richard and Vivian wake up to discover they've been trapped, and the only way to get out is to help each other
Log:
The pain was excruciating. It wasn't the worst pain he had ever been in, but it was close. It felt as if he was being stabbed clean through in some places. And his mouth, oh god his mouth...
Eyelids fluttered open and he saw instantly that he was in his classroom. It was dark outside, or at least it felt so. He was also stripped to the waist in his boxers and blood was caked on his arms, legs, and torso. Looking down he saw that he was impaled with several chains... somehow pierced through his skin. Giving a slightly moan of pain he reached up and felt where the almost unbearable pain in his jaw was coming from. A large hook somehow went completely through his jaw and was attached to another chain.
A growl of fury escaped his lips. Whatever had done this to them, they would pay. He would find them and make them pay. He wasn't without enemies in the City, but someone who would do this to him? His only thought was perhaps Millennium, but this didn't seem their style. Well, whoever had done this had underestimated him. No one violated his classroom like this.
Reaching up to the ring in his jaw, Richard strained to pull it apart, but the metal refused to budge. If motivated, Richard could perhaps lift a metric ton, but the ring wouldn't budge.
It was then that he heard the beeping. Glancing to one side Richard saw some sort of digital count down. Some sort of bomb? What kind of psycho would do something like this? Before the answer to that question came though, Richard felt another presence.
Another werewolf presence. It wasn't someone from home, but the type of lycanthropy was similar. And they were strong too. Alpha strong.
Slowly turning his head, Richard as that the other person was a young girl, trapped in some sort of razor wire cage. Richard glanced back to the count down. Not much time. And he was willing to bet whatever was going to explode was going to be something silver.
Eyelids fluttered open and he saw instantly that he was in his classroom. It was dark outside, or at least it felt so. He was also stripped to the waist in his boxers and blood was caked on his arms, legs, and torso. Looking down he saw that he was impaled with several chains... somehow pierced through his skin. Giving a slightly moan of pain he reached up and felt where the almost unbearable pain in his jaw was coming from. A large hook somehow went completely through his jaw and was attached to another chain.
A growl of fury escaped his lips. Whatever had done this to them, they would pay. He would find them and make them pay. He wasn't without enemies in the City, but someone who would do this to him? His only thought was perhaps Millennium, but this didn't seem their style. Well, whoever had done this had underestimated him. No one violated his classroom like this.
Reaching up to the ring in his jaw, Richard strained to pull it apart, but the metal refused to budge. If motivated, Richard could perhaps lift a metric ton, but the ring wouldn't budge.
It was then that he heard the beeping. Glancing to one side Richard saw some sort of digital count down. Some sort of bomb? What kind of psycho would do something like this? Before the answer to that question came though, Richard felt another presence.
Another werewolf presence. It wasn't someone from home, but the type of lycanthropy was similar. And they were strong too. Alpha strong.
Slowly turning his head, Richard as that the other person was a young girl, trapped in some sort of razor wire cage. Richard glanced back to the count down. Not much time. And he was willing to bet whatever was going to explode was going to be something silver.