Post by Kiri on Jul 25, 2009 13:04:08 GMT -5
Alright... here we go... I'm honestly WAY to lazy to go through and read the WHOLE thing to put whats suppose to be in italics.. maybe ill do it in later chapters, but we'll see what will happen after this chapter. As i always say: flames no, constructive criticism is welcomes. Please review by either reply or a PM. Doomo!
A heavy metal door was pushed open, its rusty hinges crying in protest to the treatment it received; a treatment it wasn’t used to doing. A stream of dim light entered in through the gap the door created. Dust filled the opening and settled back down to the ground, going back to its resting place. The light’s source flickered a few times, then was blocked out by a figure standing in the doorway. It peered into the cell.
In the farthest corner of the room, the dim light just barely illuminated the outline of a feminine figure. The shadows that were barely cast showed the female to be sitting with her knees pulled to her chest, her arms keeping a firm hold around her legs. Her head was leaning back to rest in the corner of the cell. The faint light barely reflected off her eyes.
“Are you ready to talk yet, or are you still in denial Ms. Yule?” The masculine voice called from the doorway. Ms. Yule stayed unmoved and she heaved a loud sigh. He moved the door to open wider. The faint light flooded the room.
“Do you guarantee my freedom from this place and my protection?” She asked, a touch of a French-accent to her voice. The man chuckled.
“If that is all that is required, then yes.” He stated. He watched as she sat up and looked at him. A smirk played on her lips.
“Then let’s chat…” She muttered. She stretched her legs out and slowly pushed herself up off the floor. The man stepped out of the room and snapped his fingers. Two guards came in. Each put a hand under her arm.
“Bring her to Room F-13.” The man directed.
“Yes, sir.” The guards replied. The woman looked from one guard to the next.
The guards threw her into a small, bright interrogation room. She squinted her eyes and glanced around. She saw a table, chairs, a small barred window high up in the wall and the heavy metal door protecting the entrance and exit. She picked at her nails, a habit she had, and made her way to a chair. The door slammed shut and footsteps fell behind her as the man entered the room. He walked around and sat in the other chair.
“So… ready to talk now. Finally realize it’s easier to come clean rather than have all the information found and you being sent to life-prison?” He taunted. She looked at him skeptically.
“Please, if you are going to try and break me, you’ll have to try plenty harder. What you do to prisoners and suspects is like a walk in the park compared to the training and shit I went through.” She calmly started. He slammed his hands on the table and stood up, the chair scrapping against the cement floor. She looked at him in amusement, “Did you think I would jump? Monsieur, I’ve been through Hell. I’ve been through more Hell than you can even imagine in your deepest, darkest nightmares. Nothing you think of can compare to what I know and have done. You sit behind your desk, looking over files that explain about the convicts you grill. You sometime fear the order you have to bring. You always wonder what happens if that convict gets out, ‘will they come after me?’. Monsieur,” She chuckled and shook her head, “what I’m going to tell you will make them, and you, look like children playing cops and robbers.” She looked at him. “I can think of at least 5 ways to kill you silently, and at least another 3 ways to kill you with that pen in your pocket…” As she explained, she watched his hand shift down to his pocket to play with the pen. “You may have agents to call and help you, but I’ve dealt with worse… So, let’s skip all this melodramatic stuff and get to introductions. I’ll be nice, you go first.”
“I think I’m the one doing the interrogation here.” He snapped, then sat back down.
“Ahh, oui Monsieur… but the information I have is something you crave… It would be best to give your name first…” She smirked.
He stared at her for a few moments. “Mr. Lohn.”
“Ahh, see Mr. Lohn! Was that so bad?” She laughed and slid down in her chair slightly. “Well, you already know everything about me… My name is Celestine “Celeste” “C” Yule. I’m 27. I have a tattoo on my right shoulder of a silver cross with a blood-red rose binding it. Now… How about I give you my story and everything you need to know to shut Sector F3X19 down. Don’t ask questions, it will all be explained…”
Celeste grabbed the towel around her neck and patted the sweat off her forehead. She panted softly and looked around as she grabbed her bottle of ice cold water. She looked at the boxing gloves on the floor next to the punching bag. She took a long drink of water and sighed. Leaning her head back, she closed her eyes and relaxed for a few moments.
“You have a nice right hook, miss.” A mellow male voice stated behind her. Her head snapped up and her eyes opened with a start. She looked at the tall, older male in back of her via the mirror. She smiled softly and turned around.
“Thank you, monsieur. Do you box?” She asked and grabbed her towel. He gave her a sly smile and shrugged.
“I wouldn’t say box, but I do a type of fighting… I’m looking for recruits.” He explained.
“Oh. I see.” Was all Celeste could think of to say.
“Yes. Would you mind a quick match? I’m interested in seeing if you have what it takes to perhaps join.” He explained. Celeste looked at him suspiciously.
“I… don’t know.” She muttered softly and looked at her gloves.
“Oh it’ll be fun! Look, give me half a bout, that’s all I ask. If you like fighting me, I’d have to ask you to join me at the try-outs for this. It would be very much worth your time. Nothing can go wrong.” He added on. Celeste sighed.
“I’m not doing anything till I at least know your name.” She stated simply.
“My name? Oh, forgive me. My name is Adam. Adam Jones.” Adam introduced as he stuck his hand out for her to shake.
“Pleasure, Adam. I’m Celestine, but feel free to call me Celeste.” She explained. Celeste slid her small hand into his. They shook hands.
“Well? Shall we?” Adam inquired, then gestured to the ring.
“We shall.” Celeste smiled.
Celestine slid her gloves on and put in her mouthpiece. She pulled on her helmet and looked at Adam as he pulled his defense on.
Celeste briefly pulled her mouthpiece out again and walked over to Adam, “I’m not going to hold back on you, old man.” She winked and laughed,
Adam chuckled back and nodded, “And the same goes for you, missy.” Celeste laughed softly, put her mouthpiece back in and held her hands out. Adam tapped his knuckles against hers. Celeste turned and went to her corner.
Joe, the owner of the small gym, stood in the center of the ring and looked at the two competitors. “Alright, you two, I want nice, clean fighting. No rabbit punches, understand? First one I see, it’s over. Deal?” He demanded. Both fighters nodded. Joe smiled, nodded back and moved to get to the outside of the ring. Once his feet were firmly planted on the ground, he walked around to the bell and let it ring.
Celeste held her hands up to cover her face. Her light green eyes held an intense gaze with Adam’s dark brown eyes. They advanced towards one another; each covering up. They made a small circle, then it was Adam who made the first move. He quickly went to try for a left hook. Celeste quickly counterpunched; she sidestepped slightly to her right and quickly let a right uppercut unfold. She made contact with his ribs. Adam groaned in pain and jumped back; going into a defensive mode. Celestine rushed forward at this action. She swung a left hook, followed it with a right jab, and finished with a straight left punch. Adam did his best to defend himself against her speed, but ended up taking damage. Taking her brief break as an advantage, he shot out a right jab followed by a left uppercut. Celeste twisted slightly and avoided the jab, however, she was hit by the uppercut.
“Not bad, Celeste!” Adam called from behind his defense. He watched as the corner of her eyes lifted in a smile.
“Merci monsieur.” She thanked.
“Alright; time.” Joe called and hit the bell.
“I don’t think another round is needed, Joe.” Adam stated while looking at Celeste.
“Are you sure, monsieur?” Celeste asked curiously. “It would be a shame to end it so soon… I was actually liking the competition in fighting.” Celeste added on, complaining, and complimenting, slightly.
Adam chuckled, “Then you’ll be interested in meeting a few of the others who are interested in joining. Meet us at Satinwood, tonight. If you’re not there tonight, you’ll have missed your chance. Don’t worry, everything will be explained there…” Adam explained and took his gloves off. Celestine pulled her gloves off, then took her helmet off. Adam pulled his helmet off and looked at her.
“What time?” Celestine asked and climbed out of the ring. She grabbed her towel and wiped her neck.
“Be there no later than 2050... That’s 8:50 if you don’t understand military time.” Adam stated and climbed out of the ring as well.
Celeste nodded, “I can do that.”
“Oh, and if anyone there asks, tell ‘em Adam notified you.”
Celeste looked at him and nodded slowly, her eyebrows coming together in suspicion. She turned, grabbed her water bottle and made her way to the locker room.
Introduction
A heavy metal door was pushed open, its rusty hinges crying in protest to the treatment it received; a treatment it wasn’t used to doing. A stream of dim light entered in through the gap the door created. Dust filled the opening and settled back down to the ground, going back to its resting place. The light’s source flickered a few times, then was blocked out by a figure standing in the doorway. It peered into the cell.
In the farthest corner of the room, the dim light just barely illuminated the outline of a feminine figure. The shadows that were barely cast showed the female to be sitting with her knees pulled to her chest, her arms keeping a firm hold around her legs. Her head was leaning back to rest in the corner of the cell. The faint light barely reflected off her eyes.
“Are you ready to talk yet, or are you still in denial Ms. Yule?” The masculine voice called from the doorway. Ms. Yule stayed unmoved and she heaved a loud sigh. He moved the door to open wider. The faint light flooded the room.
“Do you guarantee my freedom from this place and my protection?” She asked, a touch of a French-accent to her voice. The man chuckled.
“If that is all that is required, then yes.” He stated. He watched as she sat up and looked at him. A smirk played on her lips.
“Then let’s chat…” She muttered. She stretched her legs out and slowly pushed herself up off the floor. The man stepped out of the room and snapped his fingers. Two guards came in. Each put a hand under her arm.
“Bring her to Room F-13.” The man directed.
“Yes, sir.” The guards replied. The woman looked from one guard to the next.
The guards threw her into a small, bright interrogation room. She squinted her eyes and glanced around. She saw a table, chairs, a small barred window high up in the wall and the heavy metal door protecting the entrance and exit. She picked at her nails, a habit she had, and made her way to a chair. The door slammed shut and footsteps fell behind her as the man entered the room. He walked around and sat in the other chair.
“So… ready to talk now. Finally realize it’s easier to come clean rather than have all the information found and you being sent to life-prison?” He taunted. She looked at him skeptically.
“Please, if you are going to try and break me, you’ll have to try plenty harder. What you do to prisoners and suspects is like a walk in the park compared to the training and shit I went through.” She calmly started. He slammed his hands on the table and stood up, the chair scrapping against the cement floor. She looked at him in amusement, “Did you think I would jump? Monsieur, I’ve been through Hell. I’ve been through more Hell than you can even imagine in your deepest, darkest nightmares. Nothing you think of can compare to what I know and have done. You sit behind your desk, looking over files that explain about the convicts you grill. You sometime fear the order you have to bring. You always wonder what happens if that convict gets out, ‘will they come after me?’. Monsieur,” She chuckled and shook her head, “what I’m going to tell you will make them, and you, look like children playing cops and robbers.” She looked at him. “I can think of at least 5 ways to kill you silently, and at least another 3 ways to kill you with that pen in your pocket…” As she explained, she watched his hand shift down to his pocket to play with the pen. “You may have agents to call and help you, but I’ve dealt with worse… So, let’s skip all this melodramatic stuff and get to introductions. I’ll be nice, you go first.”
“I think I’m the one doing the interrogation here.” He snapped, then sat back down.
“Ahh, oui Monsieur… but the information I have is something you crave… It would be best to give your name first…” She smirked.
He stared at her for a few moments. “Mr. Lohn.”
“Ahh, see Mr. Lohn! Was that so bad?” She laughed and slid down in her chair slightly. “Well, you already know everything about me… My name is Celestine “Celeste” “C” Yule. I’m 27. I have a tattoo on my right shoulder of a silver cross with a blood-red rose binding it. Now… How about I give you my story and everything you need to know to shut Sector F3X19 down. Don’t ask questions, it will all be explained…”
Chapter 1
8 years previous
8 years previous
Celeste grabbed the towel around her neck and patted the sweat off her forehead. She panted softly and looked around as she grabbed her bottle of ice cold water. She looked at the boxing gloves on the floor next to the punching bag. She took a long drink of water and sighed. Leaning her head back, she closed her eyes and relaxed for a few moments.
“You have a nice right hook, miss.” A mellow male voice stated behind her. Her head snapped up and her eyes opened with a start. She looked at the tall, older male in back of her via the mirror. She smiled softly and turned around.
“Thank you, monsieur. Do you box?” She asked and grabbed her towel. He gave her a sly smile and shrugged.
“I wouldn’t say box, but I do a type of fighting… I’m looking for recruits.” He explained.
“Oh. I see.” Was all Celeste could think of to say.
“Yes. Would you mind a quick match? I’m interested in seeing if you have what it takes to perhaps join.” He explained. Celeste looked at him suspiciously.
“I… don’t know.” She muttered softly and looked at her gloves.
“Oh it’ll be fun! Look, give me half a bout, that’s all I ask. If you like fighting me, I’d have to ask you to join me at the try-outs for this. It would be very much worth your time. Nothing can go wrong.” He added on. Celeste sighed.
“I’m not doing anything till I at least know your name.” She stated simply.
“My name? Oh, forgive me. My name is Adam. Adam Jones.” Adam introduced as he stuck his hand out for her to shake.
“Pleasure, Adam. I’m Celestine, but feel free to call me Celeste.” She explained. Celeste slid her small hand into his. They shook hands.
“Well? Shall we?” Adam inquired, then gestured to the ring.
“We shall.” Celeste smiled.
Celestine slid her gloves on and put in her mouthpiece. She pulled on her helmet and looked at Adam as he pulled his defense on.
Celeste briefly pulled her mouthpiece out again and walked over to Adam, “I’m not going to hold back on you, old man.” She winked and laughed,
Adam chuckled back and nodded, “And the same goes for you, missy.” Celeste laughed softly, put her mouthpiece back in and held her hands out. Adam tapped his knuckles against hers. Celeste turned and went to her corner.
Joe, the owner of the small gym, stood in the center of the ring and looked at the two competitors. “Alright, you two, I want nice, clean fighting. No rabbit punches, understand? First one I see, it’s over. Deal?” He demanded. Both fighters nodded. Joe smiled, nodded back and moved to get to the outside of the ring. Once his feet were firmly planted on the ground, he walked around to the bell and let it ring.
Celeste held her hands up to cover her face. Her light green eyes held an intense gaze with Adam’s dark brown eyes. They advanced towards one another; each covering up. They made a small circle, then it was Adam who made the first move. He quickly went to try for a left hook. Celeste quickly counterpunched; she sidestepped slightly to her right and quickly let a right uppercut unfold. She made contact with his ribs. Adam groaned in pain and jumped back; going into a defensive mode. Celestine rushed forward at this action. She swung a left hook, followed it with a right jab, and finished with a straight left punch. Adam did his best to defend himself against her speed, but ended up taking damage. Taking her brief break as an advantage, he shot out a right jab followed by a left uppercut. Celeste twisted slightly and avoided the jab, however, she was hit by the uppercut.
“Not bad, Celeste!” Adam called from behind his defense. He watched as the corner of her eyes lifted in a smile.
“Merci monsieur.” She thanked.
“Alright; time.” Joe called and hit the bell.
“I don’t think another round is needed, Joe.” Adam stated while looking at Celeste.
“Are you sure, monsieur?” Celeste asked curiously. “It would be a shame to end it so soon… I was actually liking the competition in fighting.” Celeste added on, complaining, and complimenting, slightly.
Adam chuckled, “Then you’ll be interested in meeting a few of the others who are interested in joining. Meet us at Satinwood, tonight. If you’re not there tonight, you’ll have missed your chance. Don’t worry, everything will be explained there…” Adam explained and took his gloves off. Celestine pulled her gloves off, then took her helmet off. Adam pulled his helmet off and looked at her.
“What time?” Celestine asked and climbed out of the ring. She grabbed her towel and wiped her neck.
“Be there no later than 2050... That’s 8:50 if you don’t understand military time.” Adam stated and climbed out of the ring as well.
Celeste nodded, “I can do that.”
“Oh, and if anyone there asks, tell ‘em Adam notified you.”
Celeste looked at him and nodded slowly, her eyebrows coming together in suspicion. She turned, grabbed her water bottle and made her way to the locker room.