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Chapter #40

Meeting With The Hosts

    by: Unknown
The transition was seamless. From out of the darkness of mind, sleep, you awoke in darkness. Vain attempts at movement alerted you to the fact that your arms, legs and waist were tied down. Silence filled the air like a thick haze, you could choke on if you opened your mouth to wide. A sudden onset of claustrophobia rose your heartbeat and in a fit of savage rage you discharged a massive volt of electricity from your body. The room was lit for a few seconds. Then dark again.

You had noticed the barren walls of steel, contrast between the floor and the table you were laid out upon, as well as a window, far too opaque for you to see through. But just beyond it you could make out the trace of a flickering blue light. Then it began, whirring noises and the grinding of steel vibrated from below. Lights in the room came on; pale, soulless florescence. Two sections of floor opened to reveal large mechanical devices. Each one rose high and came forward, consuming your arms in their hollowed-out bodies. Spinning, generator like rotators continued to whir and now you could feel your arms burning. Without intention, several chains of electrical discharges fired from your arms, only to be absorbed by some facet of the enveloping machines. This continued until you felt drained of all energy.

And though you were empty, your arms still burned. They still burned even after the gears of the machines stopped running, and they slowly sunk beneath the floor like lost islands. Scorch marks lined the metal shackles that bolted your wrists to the table. Without your powers active, escape was all but impossible. Thoughts of helplessness fresh in your mind, a voice reached out to your ears, ensuring you wouldn't change your mind any time soon. It was calm, cold and well paced.

"Black Zeus... Interesting that we should finally meet. You are well regarded in the underground... I believe that you own me for the little mishap at Exi Gen."

"Damn you Slade!" You shouted angrily.

"Why so upset? You got what you'd wanted. As much as I'd allow you too. You've finally found me. Now I'd like you to do something for me. I understand that you have developed a connection with a couple of the Titan members."

"What do you mean? How do you even know about that?"

"Zeus... they've been searching for you quite a bit. I suppose you've been to busy to notice. You've been too far down in the gutter to look up and see them zipping across the sky looking for you. I doubt they'd think anyone worth their time would be mucking about with the very people they put behind bars."

"Those people aren't the main threat. Not so long as people like you exist in the world. There will always be the petty masses to cause suffering in the world, but you affect so many more than they do. If anyone is to make a difference, it can't be one grain at a time, it's got to be boulder by boulder. "

"I don't have time for moralism. Until I need you, you will remain in Terra's custody. Oh, and do play nice with her when she arrives. I wouldn't want someone to get hurt."


Traveling once again into darkness. Into darkness of mind. Waiting for another awakening.

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Hidden away from mortal eyes, past the knowledge of those divine, you found yourself in something sublime.

Sitting longways on a couch in a comfortable room you looked over to see Drill Sergeant Lee Ermey sitting in a leather recliner.

"Hey, were you the guy in Full Metal Jacket?"

"Yes, I was. I also appeared in several other movies and did a lot of hosting for the History Channel's weapons programs."

"Well, it's great to finally meet you. I've always admired your work Mr. Ermey."

"That's Sergeant to you son and I wish I could say the same thing. Seems you've got a problem, otherwise you wouldn't be here, so let's cut to the chase. What's going on?"

"Nothing much. Nothing that I'd admit was importance of anyways."

"Bull****, I think you're just not man enough be honest with yourself and give a straight answer. So grow a pair in the next 5 seconds or I will rip off your head and use it for target practice. Now what in the hell going on!?"

"I guess I just find myself a little overwhelmed with everything that's been happening over the past few months. In that short a time I've been cursed, humiliated, captured and now I'm a prisoner for one of the most ruthless criminals in the entire city. Not too happy about all that."

"So you'd say that you're feeling a little sad right now. Is that it?"

"Yeah..."

"You know what makes me sad? YOU DO! Maybe we should chug on over to Mambe Pamby Land, where maybe we can find some self confidence for you, you Jackwagon!"

"I think I enjoyed you more in the movies,"

"Ah, what's that supposed to mean? Think I'm being a little too insensitive. Here, have a tissue," He extends the box toward you. You go to reach it but then he pulls it away and tosses it across the room.

"What do I look like, your nanny? Pick it up yourself... crybaby..."

"Wait, I'm starting to think clearly again. I know what this is. I'm in a commercial. Ahhhhhgggg... But hey, that must mean I'm waking up again.

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Whatever it was, it stung your nose. You tried pulling away, resisting the smell. But something urged you toward it. Something holding you by the head. Oh god, the odor was unbearable. Opening your eyes you saw the blond haired girl sitting next to you with her boot pressed over your nose. Her hand gloved hand rustled your hair as you struggled to get away. Suddenly she let go and withdrew the boot, but as you backed away you fell off her bed.

Though your arms were numb you found the willpower to move them and prop yourself up. Terra sat on her bed, barefooted, laughing a storm up.

You have the following choices:

1. Terra is kind to you. Prison status notwithstanding.

2. She is evil for a reason. Let the humiliation commence!

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