Fanfic - Rage
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mindcrackloveAnd since I said sorry to Mhykol, I say sorry to you, dear Cleo! Sorry sorry. Oh yeah. Cursing warning? Yeah, that.
Chapter 4
Sitting upright suddenly, Cleo started cursing as blood rushed to her head, making her dizzy. “I will find and murder you, whoever you are you fucking asshole.” The faint drip, drip, drip of water replied. “I know you can hear me! Answer me you dick!”
Drip drip drip
Grumbling angrily, Cleo stood up, putting her hand against the wall before jerking back suddenly. “That better be water!” Cleo hissed as she closed her eyes before carefully smelling her hand. Cleo relaxed ever so slightly. Just water. She unsteadily stood up using the slippery wall for support, before wiping her hand off on her shirt.
Now that she was able to stand upright, Cleo looked around her before hissing softly. She appeared to be in what was possibly some sort of underground catacombs. Mossy cobblestone mixed with worked stone created a long, narrow corridor, dimly illuminated by glowing lichen ...where did glowing lichen come from? The corridor appeared to go forward for some distance become sloping down precipitously.
Turning around, Cleo found she had been deposited at a dead end. We'll make sure about that. Starting to slowly dig at the cobblestone with her bare hands, Cleo frowned as she realized this was taking far, far longer then it should.
“No. I know you want me to go down the corridor, fucker. I'm going to stand here and dig my way out, and you can't stop me.” Cleo said grimacing as she continued to dig at the cobble.
A faint rumbling filled the cave as the groans of zombies and skeletons filled the air. Cleo continued to dig.
“Fuck off.”
You really shouldn't try that. The mechanical voice bounced around the narrow corridor, amplified in the small space.
Cleo continued to dig. “I said fuck off.”
A breathy sigh filled the corridor before Cleo heard heard a click sound. Looking up she noticed the ceiling had opened. And water was now pouring down.
“You motherfucker!” Cleo howled as she was swept down the corridor, tumbling head over heels before landing unceremoniously with a loud splash in a shallow pool of water.
Hurling curses at the darkness, Cleo stood up before steadfastly turning back to where the water had pushed her away from, steadily making her way back.
A louder sigh filled the room, causing the air the move around her, ruffling her hair and clothes.
I would really recommend going forward.
“Fuck you.”
I would really, truly recommend not trying to go back.
“And I said fuck you,” Cleo said as she made her way back up the hallway.
I would say I'm sorry, but...
Water suddenly began pouring in from several small holes near the ceiling, slowly filling up the room.
“Oh you have got to be fucking kidding me. You are seriously not going to try and drown me, are you?”
Go forward and stop stalling. You're just going to make this all end in tears if you keep on being stubborn.
Gritting her teeth, Cleo turned around and started towards the other exit in the square room. The slits in the ceiling slowly started to close as two drains appeared in the floor, sucking the water away. Without pausing Cleo ran towards one of the drains, jumping in as she rode the water down with a splash.
Cleo strained to hear the voice, but was slightly perturbed to hear just the rush of water. Just as her breathe was just about to run out, she hit the ground and stumbled forward. Wiping the water out of her eyes, she found herself back in the room she started. Her eyes twitched slightly as she started to shake.
You are too predictable, Cleo. I know what you're going to do. So once again, I “recommend” you go forward.
Exhaling slowly, Cleo closed her eyes. “I know that's you Vechs. I will find you, and tear out your heart. I will crush it, crush crush. Let me out of here you motherfucker.”
A slight hissing sound rattled in Cleo's ears. You really should have just gone forward, Cleo.
A panel opened up on each side of the room not decorated with a corridor, out of which several small potions shot out and hit Cleo, causing her to stumble and fall to the ground.
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“That. Was not fear,” Dinnerbone stated calmly as he turned towards Vechs.
Vechs continued to stare at the screen, his lips pursed in displeasure as two pigmen gathered Cleo up before trudging down the corridor, now devoid of water and filled with glittering torches.
“Her heart rate was phenomenal, as was...”
“She was angry. Not scared. There is a difference. You lose, Vechs.” Dinnerbone said with a curt nod of his head.
Exhaling slowly, the air making a soft hissing sound, Vechs tapped a pen against the monitor, making a soft and steady clink, clink sound.
“Do you disagree, Vechs?” Dinnerbone said with a slight tilt of his head.
Frowning ever so slightly, Vechs shook his head as he put the pen down. “I miscalculated how long it would take her to figure out. Fine, you win this round. You won't next challenge.”
Vechs stood up, holding his hand out to Dinnerbone. Dinnerbone grabbed the offered hand, standing up slowly, before the two of them trudged out of the room, discussing the next plan of action.
Chapter 5! http://mindcracklove.dreamwidth.org/125574.html#cutid1
Chapter 4
Sitting upright suddenly, Cleo started cursing as blood rushed to her head, making her dizzy. “I will find and murder you, whoever you are you fucking asshole.” The faint drip, drip, drip of water replied. “I know you can hear me! Answer me you dick!”
Drip drip drip
Grumbling angrily, Cleo stood up, putting her hand against the wall before jerking back suddenly. “That better be water!” Cleo hissed as she closed her eyes before carefully smelling her hand. Cleo relaxed ever so slightly. Just water. She unsteadily stood up using the slippery wall for support, before wiping her hand off on her shirt.
Now that she was able to stand upright, Cleo looked around her before hissing softly. She appeared to be in what was possibly some sort of underground catacombs. Mossy cobblestone mixed with worked stone created a long, narrow corridor, dimly illuminated by glowing lichen ...where did glowing lichen come from? The corridor appeared to go forward for some distance become sloping down precipitously.
Turning around, Cleo found she had been deposited at a dead end. We'll make sure about that. Starting to slowly dig at the cobblestone with her bare hands, Cleo frowned as she realized this was taking far, far longer then it should.
“No. I know you want me to go down the corridor, fucker. I'm going to stand here and dig my way out, and you can't stop me.” Cleo said grimacing as she continued to dig at the cobble.
A faint rumbling filled the cave as the groans of zombies and skeletons filled the air. Cleo continued to dig.
“Fuck off.”
You really shouldn't try that. The mechanical voice bounced around the narrow corridor, amplified in the small space.
Cleo continued to dig. “I said fuck off.”
A breathy sigh filled the corridor before Cleo heard heard a click sound. Looking up she noticed the ceiling had opened. And water was now pouring down.
“You motherfucker!” Cleo howled as she was swept down the corridor, tumbling head over heels before landing unceremoniously with a loud splash in a shallow pool of water.
Hurling curses at the darkness, Cleo stood up before steadfastly turning back to where the water had pushed her away from, steadily making her way back.
A louder sigh filled the room, causing the air the move around her, ruffling her hair and clothes.
I would really recommend going forward.
“Fuck you.”
I would really, truly recommend not trying to go back.
“And I said fuck you,” Cleo said as she made her way back up the hallway.
I would say I'm sorry, but...
Water suddenly began pouring in from several small holes near the ceiling, slowly filling up the room.
“Oh you have got to be fucking kidding me. You are seriously not going to try and drown me, are you?”
Go forward and stop stalling. You're just going to make this all end in tears if you keep on being stubborn.
Gritting her teeth, Cleo turned around and started towards the other exit in the square room. The slits in the ceiling slowly started to close as two drains appeared in the floor, sucking the water away. Without pausing Cleo ran towards one of the drains, jumping in as she rode the water down with a splash.
Cleo strained to hear the voice, but was slightly perturbed to hear just the rush of water. Just as her breathe was just about to run out, she hit the ground and stumbled forward. Wiping the water out of her eyes, she found herself back in the room she started. Her eyes twitched slightly as she started to shake.
You are too predictable, Cleo. I know what you're going to do. So once again, I “recommend” you go forward.
Exhaling slowly, Cleo closed her eyes. “I know that's you Vechs. I will find you, and tear out your heart. I will crush it, crush crush. Let me out of here you motherfucker.”
A slight hissing sound rattled in Cleo's ears. You really should have just gone forward, Cleo.
A panel opened up on each side of the room not decorated with a corridor, out of which several small potions shot out and hit Cleo, causing her to stumble and fall to the ground.
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“That. Was not fear,” Dinnerbone stated calmly as he turned towards Vechs.
Vechs continued to stare at the screen, his lips pursed in displeasure as two pigmen gathered Cleo up before trudging down the corridor, now devoid of water and filled with glittering torches.
“Her heart rate was phenomenal, as was...”
“She was angry. Not scared. There is a difference. You lose, Vechs.” Dinnerbone said with a curt nod of his head.
Exhaling slowly, the air making a soft hissing sound, Vechs tapped a pen against the monitor, making a soft and steady clink, clink sound.
“Do you disagree, Vechs?” Dinnerbone said with a slight tilt of his head.
Frowning ever so slightly, Vechs shook his head as he put the pen down. “I miscalculated how long it would take her to figure out. Fine, you win this round. You won't next challenge.”
Vechs stood up, holding his hand out to Dinnerbone. Dinnerbone grabbed the offered hand, standing up slowly, before the two of them trudged out of the room, discussing the next plan of action.
Chapter 5! http://mindcracklove.dreamwidth.org/125574.html#cutid1
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Cleo's funny but I'm someone who finds the swearing funny x3 Looking forward to more!! :D I love the Dinnerbone and Vechs interaction.
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