Chapter #4The dojo 5 by: Lomax   "Augh!"
An anguished cry echoed around the room, it's origin, the scaly green hide of Vector the Crocodile, who had just smashed his poor hand against a steel wall.
The crocodile leapt about, shaking his bruised fist in pain. "I told you not to try and punch through that wall" chastised his nearest friend, Espio the Chameleon, who was looking on with an expression mixed between detachment and annoyance. The crocodile stopped hopping about and glared back his associate, "Yeah, well at least I'm trying something to escape!" he shouted back, before tugging, with his uninjured hand, on the large neckband outfitted over his throat for what had to be the fiftieth time since they'd woken up in this strange place.
"I am trying something" Espio coldly replied, "I'm observing and planning our escape instead of rushing into idiocy." The purple reptile resuming his meditation stance and deliberately tuned out his distracting partner. Vector just grunted, displeased at his lack of sympathy, "Bah, how was I supposed to know there was a damn metal wall hiding behind this flimsy paper facade" he muttered to himself, glancing across the oriental style room they currently occupied.
Like the other rooms in this twisted labyrinth, this room looked normal at first glance, like a Chun-nan style dojo complete with training mats, burning incense, jade statues and large metal gongs. But on closer inspection everything proved to be remarkably fake; made of plastic or simply a cardboard cutout like the weapon stand in the center of the room. There was a hole in the shōji style paper-wall where Vector had struck, and if you looked through it you'd see the slightly scuffed metal wall that revealed this place for what it truly was, a prison.
On the other side of the room two different individuals were discussing things, "How do vous theenk Eggman... or whoever thiz madmon iz, even caught us Rootur?" Asked the nervous voice belonging to gallant swordsman and Freedom Fighter, Antoine D'Coolette, who was presently shaking in his boots. "I don't think it's Eggman, maybe he used some sort of voice masking program... but this doesn't feel like his style" responded Rotor Walrus, the buff inventor tapping his foot in frustration and deep contemplation, everyone here just having heard the same monologue from The Observe the other groups got a few minutes ago. "We must have been drugged somehow, since none of us seem to have any memories of how we got here. I think... I need to find some parts and maybe I can build something to contact the outside world, contact Sonic... unless he's trapped down here too" he said with a gulp.
"Aww shaddup you two!" The vitriolic outburst coming from none other than resident outlaw and treasure hunter, Nack the Weasel, the final member of this small group. The violet colored mustelid was pacing around the room, cursing that they had left him his guns, but no ammunition. He was freaking out a bit over the fact he'd lost control over his body only a little while ago as a "demonstration" to the group of The Observers' power; by having him involuntarily suck his thumb and cry like a baby. How humiliating! He gritted his teeth and kicked over another "jade" dragon statue, it bounced away like a inflatable balloon.
The two Freedom Fighters just gave him a disapproving stare, ordinarily they'd be trying to arrest him, but now wasn't the time for fighting between themselves. "...rrgh, I wish I could be knowing zhat moi honey is in safety" Twan said breaking the silence, wondering about the state of his wife. "I'm sure she's fine Ant, that girl can handle herself" reassured Rotor with a pat on the back.
"...So should we leave?" Vector asked aloud to anybody who would listen to him, "Try exploring more of this un-fun fun-house?" They had already been a few rooms, waking up in a padded cell of sorts, meeting Nack and Rotor in some sort of observatory with a fake skyline drawn on the roof, a long hallway and finding Antoine in this dojo. "Oui, this place has nothing to gain here", "Affirmative" the Freedom Fighters replied, but Nack didn't seem so eager. "What's the point?! We're trapped like rats and you want to play into this sicko's mousetrap?"
"Well you're not going to get any more free standing around here." Vector snapped back, crossing his arms. He'd actually be delighted to ditch Nack, but they needed the manpower for whatever they were going to face (and someone to set off traps). Nack was about to say something rude in response, leaning up against the wall to perch himself for the perfect snappy retort, but to his surprise when he put his weight down on the wall a hidden door flung open, toppling him over.
"Whoa!" Vector marveled, "Secret passageways! Maybe this leads the way out!" he yelled as everyone crowded around the entrance. The door led to a tunnel that looked significantly different from the other places they'd explored so far, while the other rooms had sort of a dollhouse feel to them, this passageway looked kind of like a "backstage area".
"Err, I'm not sure..." Espio said wearily, "Maybe they wanted us to find this? It could lead to danger. I think we should search the other main rooms first, see if we can find anyone else stuck here"
"You worry too much Espio. And this place is like a crazy mansion, it could take days to fully explore the place. We need to take this opportunity and break out now!"  indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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