06-02-2008, 05:34 PM
Kirano’s awakening was unpleasant. The only exception to sleeping on concrete was inside a sleeping bag. He concluded that his aching body as a result of his uncomfortable sleeping zone, and his thumping head as a result of a hangover was justice for his overconsumption of alcohol the night earlier. He had consumed too many vodka martinis at Dante’s Abyss’s bar.
Dante’s Abyss, he remembered, which explained the unfamiliar environment, nothing but acres of concrete, surrounded by thick green bushes.
The events of yesterday were slowly returning to him; Phoebe and Paige requesting he find and talk some sense into Android Seventeen, make him realize that Dante’s Abyss was nothing but a place that promoted bloodshed, one big event, one giant island based solely for killing sprees. The android Seventeen he knew was not a heartless killer, killing for the sake of competition. That was not the attitude of his heroic sidekick. If this was true, then why had Seventeen disobeyed his girlfriend by coming here?
He had disrespected his own girlfriend by disobeying her. The realization caused the human to release a distasteful hiss. Something else bothered Kirano though. Not only had he disappointed Paige by failing to retrieve her android lover from this murderous game, but he had also disappointed his girlfriend Phoebe, who had expected him home along with Seventeen, yesterday. The consequences of his failed attempt caused a shiver to run down his spine. It was as if everything had turned upside down. He was on Dante’s famous island, the one place he dreaded, all thanks to his selfless attitude of doing favors for others, women especially. He needed to be firmer as a man, right now he was just a pushover.
Now what? he thought, wondering what to do next. He was not a cold blooded killer, so how was he going to survive, alone for that matter?
His bottom ached from sitting on the concrete for a long duration of time, therefore he slowly climbed to his feet, side stepping to the right, still not entirely sober.
The blonde haired man glanced at his wrist watch; 26 minutes past 11. A loud growl escaped his stomach. He had caught the munchies. It was a common occurrence for him after consuming vast units of alcohol. Around 11.30 was usually the time Phobe made him breakfast, his favorite, pancakes with maple syrup. He had to face up to the fact that he was not going to get that luxury, at least not today. It made the grown man realize how much he loved being pampered. What was he to do in order to eat on the island, eat plants? No, there had to be a shop on the island, but where?
My survival bag, he remembered, removing the blue DA string bag from his shoulders. Kirano grew suspicious of the bag, as it made a clonk sound while hitting the ground. If there was a bottle of wine in the bag, it was lucky not to shatter. The anxious human crouched down, releasing a low groan, due to his sore muscles. He had never been so happy to see a loaf of bread, immediately sinking his teeth into it like someone who had not eaten for days, even managing to bite his tongue, due to his uncontrollable chewing of the soft bread. While eating, he resumed exploring through his bag, pulling out a bottle of spring water. Surely a bottle of water had not made the clonk sound.
The pace of his heart quickened as his hand touched something solid, developing a bad feeling about what he was about to pull out, but gained the confidence to slowly pull a gun out of his bag. It was no ordinary gun. It resembled a laser gun.
Shit.
Loud thumps accompanying the quickened heart rate, while the heavy gun wobbled in his jelly like hands.
Get a grip; you’ve seen a gun before.
Yes, he had seen a gun before but he had never used one. Was this the weapon they had given him to carry out Dante’s Abyss dirty work?
Hell no, I’m not using this.
He was no caged animal made to entertain an audience; he was a human being who lived by good morals. Killing in order to please others had no association with good morals.
He gazed from left to right cautiously for intruders, while his trigger hand continued to tremble. His state of panic caused obliviousness to the fact that this was not good strategy. In order to think, he needed to pull himself together. Would he pull himself together?
Dante’s Abyss, he remembered, which explained the unfamiliar environment, nothing but acres of concrete, surrounded by thick green bushes.
The events of yesterday were slowly returning to him; Phoebe and Paige requesting he find and talk some sense into Android Seventeen, make him realize that Dante’s Abyss was nothing but a place that promoted bloodshed, one big event, one giant island based solely for killing sprees. The android Seventeen he knew was not a heartless killer, killing for the sake of competition. That was not the attitude of his heroic sidekick. If this was true, then why had Seventeen disobeyed his girlfriend by coming here?
He had disrespected his own girlfriend by disobeying her. The realization caused the human to release a distasteful hiss. Something else bothered Kirano though. Not only had he disappointed Paige by failing to retrieve her android lover from this murderous game, but he had also disappointed his girlfriend Phoebe, who had expected him home along with Seventeen, yesterday. The consequences of his failed attempt caused a shiver to run down his spine. It was as if everything had turned upside down. He was on Dante’s famous island, the one place he dreaded, all thanks to his selfless attitude of doing favors for others, women especially. He needed to be firmer as a man, right now he was just a pushover.
Now what? he thought, wondering what to do next. He was not a cold blooded killer, so how was he going to survive, alone for that matter?
His bottom ached from sitting on the concrete for a long duration of time, therefore he slowly climbed to his feet, side stepping to the right, still not entirely sober.
The blonde haired man glanced at his wrist watch; 26 minutes past 11. A loud growl escaped his stomach. He had caught the munchies. It was a common occurrence for him after consuming vast units of alcohol. Around 11.30 was usually the time Phobe made him breakfast, his favorite, pancakes with maple syrup. He had to face up to the fact that he was not going to get that luxury, at least not today. It made the grown man realize how much he loved being pampered. What was he to do in order to eat on the island, eat plants? No, there had to be a shop on the island, but where?
My survival bag, he remembered, removing the blue DA string bag from his shoulders. Kirano grew suspicious of the bag, as it made a clonk sound while hitting the ground. If there was a bottle of wine in the bag, it was lucky not to shatter. The anxious human crouched down, releasing a low groan, due to his sore muscles. He had never been so happy to see a loaf of bread, immediately sinking his teeth into it like someone who had not eaten for days, even managing to bite his tongue, due to his uncontrollable chewing of the soft bread. While eating, he resumed exploring through his bag, pulling out a bottle of spring water. Surely a bottle of water had not made the clonk sound.
The pace of his heart quickened as his hand touched something solid, developing a bad feeling about what he was about to pull out, but gained the confidence to slowly pull a gun out of his bag. It was no ordinary gun. It resembled a laser gun.
Shit.
Loud thumps accompanying the quickened heart rate, while the heavy gun wobbled in his jelly like hands.
Get a grip; you’ve seen a gun before.
Yes, he had seen a gun before but he had never used one. Was this the weapon they had given him to carry out Dante’s Abyss dirty work?
Hell no, I’m not using this.
He was no caged animal made to entertain an audience; he was a human being who lived by good morals. Killing in order to please others had no association with good morals.
He gazed from left to right cautiously for intruders, while his trigger hand continued to tremble. His state of panic caused obliviousness to the fact that this was not good strategy. In order to think, he needed to pull himself together. Would he pull himself together?