Re: Natural Disaster
Posted: Sun Dec 16, 2018 9:53 pm
With all the commotion going on in the ground floor of the house, one would think that someone was moving furniture, doing renovation, normal things. However, in this circumstance, the person hearing these noises was Derrin Istoli, and he had no reason to believe someone had bought a new couch.
What now?
Luckily, the house was fairly small and simple to get around, so it did not take him much time to get to where what he assumed was a struggle taking place. Rushing to get around the small house caused him to slip and fall upon the carpeted floor. A lone voice came from the room.
"Christmas can go to hell for all I care..."
Derrin slowly got to his feet. He was never used to his height, and often tripped over his own feet. On his shoulder he saw a nasty carpet burn.
Ugh... I hate carpets.
The room was a mess. The first thing he noticed was (obviously) the bodies lying on the floor. The boy to his right, he didn't recognize, luckily. "Woah..." He had appeared to be strangled, but had been hit over the head with a ornament. A box labeled "Christmas Ornaments" sat innocently across the room. Derrin was never a believer in any religion, and the fact that decorations for a religious holiday seriously hurt someone was the source of some amusement for Derrin. That amusement instantly vanished when he moved to the side of the room, and saw that the Christmas star was embedded inside the boy's head. His mouth hung open in disbelief, as he stared down at a human corpse.
And he couldn't know what condition the person behind him was in
*Poke* Garry awoke, again, uncomfortably. The last thing he remembered was a loud explosion Where?
"Shtop pmfughfhmm." The carpet muffled his words.
"What did you say?" At least he's alive.
"Stop poking me!" He grumbled angrily. He was dirty, burned, and was being poked by what he could tell to be a surprised kid with white hair
Derrin was afraid. This kid was over six and a half feet tall , and looked like he had been through hell and back. "Are you alright? What happened? Did you kill him? Where am I?"
"One question at a time " Garry got up. Wait He got up? Garry looked down at his leg. There was still the scar from his injury.. but his pants were burned straight through.
"Shut up for a minute, I'll explain everything as soon as I get.." He drifted off, still dumbfounded by how his leg was completely healed. There was full movement, and no visible injury aside from the hair gone from his leg. "Now that's a miracle."
"Well?"
"Okay, it happened like this " Garry explained the events that led up to him being rendered unconscious.
"But I did not kill him. I know who did, though."
"Who?"
"Paris Persephone. Paris and I have hated each other since I sent him to the hospital a while ago." He paused. "No doubt about it that he wants to kill me."
Derrin took in all the information. This was certainly a predicament.
"What are we going to do?"
"We?" Derrin was surprised at this answer. From what he had seen Garry was a good person, there was just something he couldn't put his finger on that was odd
"Look Derrin, I'm not the kind of person you want to hang around, okay? Let's just leave it at that." Garry got up towards the door.
"Wait!" He turned around.
"Please help me Garry, I don't even have a weapon and I can't fight, literally, for the life of me." Derrin pleaded.
"Alright but I am warning you, try to stab me in the back, and I'll gut you."
Garry didn't have to elaborate, the blood on his clothes did that for him.
He still couldn't believe that he had gotten the use of his leg back.
A miracle, no doubt I might live a little longer. Company can be useful, but in the end, it is a battle for my own survival. I've got to remember that.
(( Garry Continued Elsewhere))
What now?
Luckily, the house was fairly small and simple to get around, so it did not take him much time to get to where what he assumed was a struggle taking place. Rushing to get around the small house caused him to slip and fall upon the carpeted floor. A lone voice came from the room.
"Christmas can go to hell for all I care..."
Derrin slowly got to his feet. He was never used to his height, and often tripped over his own feet. On his shoulder he saw a nasty carpet burn.
Ugh... I hate carpets.
The room was a mess. The first thing he noticed was (obviously) the bodies lying on the floor. The boy to his right, he didn't recognize, luckily. "Woah..." He had appeared to be strangled, but had been hit over the head with a ornament. A box labeled "Christmas Ornaments" sat innocently across the room. Derrin was never a believer in any religion, and the fact that decorations for a religious holiday seriously hurt someone was the source of some amusement for Derrin. That amusement instantly vanished when he moved to the side of the room, and saw that the Christmas star was embedded inside the boy's head. His mouth hung open in disbelief, as he stared down at a human corpse.
And he couldn't know what condition the person behind him was in
*Poke* Garry awoke, again, uncomfortably. The last thing he remembered was a loud explosion Where?
"Shtop pmfughfhmm." The carpet muffled his words.
"What did you say?" At least he's alive.
"Stop poking me!" He grumbled angrily. He was dirty, burned, and was being poked by what he could tell to be a surprised kid with white hair
Derrin was afraid. This kid was over six and a half feet tall , and looked like he had been through hell and back. "Are you alright? What happened? Did you kill him? Where am I?"
"One question at a time " Garry got up. Wait He got up? Garry looked down at his leg. There was still the scar from his injury.. but his pants were burned straight through.
"Shut up for a minute, I'll explain everything as soon as I get.." He drifted off, still dumbfounded by how his leg was completely healed. There was full movement, and no visible injury aside from the hair gone from his leg. "Now that's a miracle."
"Well?"
"Okay, it happened like this " Garry explained the events that led up to him being rendered unconscious.
"But I did not kill him. I know who did, though."
"Who?"
"Paris Persephone. Paris and I have hated each other since I sent him to the hospital a while ago." He paused. "No doubt about it that he wants to kill me."
Derrin took in all the information. This was certainly a predicament.
"What are we going to do?"
"We?" Derrin was surprised at this answer. From what he had seen Garry was a good person, there was just something he couldn't put his finger on that was odd
"Look Derrin, I'm not the kind of person you want to hang around, okay? Let's just leave it at that." Garry got up towards the door.
"Wait!" He turned around.
"Please help me Garry, I don't even have a weapon and I can't fight, literally, for the life of me." Derrin pleaded.
"Alright but I am warning you, try to stab me in the back, and I'll gut you."
Garry didn't have to elaborate, the blood on his clothes did that for him.
He still couldn't believe that he had gotten the use of his leg back.
A miracle, no doubt I might live a little longer. Company can be useful, but in the end, it is a battle for my own survival. I've got to remember that.
(( Garry Continued Elsewhere))