Gunhand4171
The Gunman
Within the chamber they had woken up in before, they had no door open for them, only the closing of the one they had come from. A small amount of light came from some wall lights and after a few minutes of waiting, it was obvious they were not going to be transported to their cells immediately.
William cast a scornful glare up towards the announcer. He had half a mind to tear off his own limp arm, just so he could throw it at him. But, he controlled himself and followed Aiko out of the arena and into the holding area they were in before.
As the last of the adrenaline left his body, William's body became heavy and the pain grew in intensity. He leaned against the nearest wall and let himself slump down to the ground. "What I wouldn't give for some food right now." He joked half heartedly.
"Oh, I am sure they'll treat us to quite the victor's feast," Aiko shot back, sounding a little too serious for the reciprocated banter she intended. After all, that's how these situations were supposed to work, right? Of course, she knew that was only in the history books and tall tales. "Maybe we'll get to eat that poison rat you just killed."
William frowned in disgust. "No thanks. I'd rather starve to death." He said simply. "That was one of the most ugliest things I think I have ever, or will ever see." he added dryly.
"Really?" Aiko wondered more than asked, deciding eventually to agree — and mostly because the Mishhuvurthyar's image was so prevalent back home in the Kikyo Sector that she was desensitized to their kind of nastiness. "Yes," she paused for a moment. "Yes, you're right. Maybe they spliced in some Kuvexian DNA. I'd hate to think that it was a natural abomination."
He chuckled. "There was no way that thing was natural. It looked like they spliced like 5 or 6 different animal together and then made it 10 x bigger than it was supposed to be." He replied looking back at her. Even slumped against the wall, he was still taller than her.
He chuckled again. "You were almost as tall as me before. Now I am sure I have at least a few feet on you." He teased.
"Hmph!" Aiko snorted, turning her back toward him and crossing her arms. The tatty cloak their captors had given her fluttered and settled behind her in the grimy chamber they waited in. "I do not think you're in any condition to make light of my stature," she said, standing tall and with as much majesty she could muster in a place like this. Soon, though, she turned back, knowing that their amused exchange only hid his injury.
She stepped over to him against the wall and nudged her way under his bad shoulder, putting the nape of her neck in his armpit so that he could ease up on himself.
"Here," she said. "I'll stay beside you so that the guards won't push you along too much when they come."
He tried to move his arm away, but the limp appendage would not budge. "You will get your nice hair all bloody..." He tried to remark, but relented. He knew she didn't care. So instead he rested his head against hers for a moment as a way of thanks, too tired to do much else.
The sound of the crowd and the matches in the arena died down and soon another sound came, that of stone grinding on stone. A part of the wall behind them had moved to reveal a slotted window.
“You performed wonderfully!” The Kuvexian man’s voice came through it. “Really, I am impressed. Between your injuries and the way you two worked as a team… Did you do this type of thing in Yahmootay?”
"Not in the way your kind does, scum," Aiko told the Kuvexian, not bothering to move or look up to address him. "Perhaps the Empress will permit me to feed your people to some Mishhu when we're released, though. Why don't you come in here and educate us on the sport further?"
"No matter, you’re exceptional at this. We really had low expectations. The food we planned for you to be for our beast can be made out of other prisoners. Shame, I really did want to see what you could become as one of us…” His voice had been wistful, but became forceful again quickly, “What we expect now from you is not only more of the same, but better. With today’s bids for your lives set, you have made enough to be trained in even Colluctance! For now, we’ll start small. Tomorrow you’ll begin training in superior fighting techniques than what you showed today. Oh, and remind your nurse to do what she does best and fix you two up. I don’t care if she has to reach through the bars to do so for your shoulder. We can’t have you half dead on us now.”
His voice continued, “See you at your next fight, please do show us all something exciting again.” With that, his voice was gone and so was he.
William looked up and spat a glob of bloody spit directly at the window the voice had come from. "Oh I will show you more than exciting. It will take your breath away. Quite literally..." He growled. "I can't wait to eviscerate that thing."
A small door opened and an orange force field glittered as a smoke entered the room. The pair soon lost consciousness.
William cast a scornful glare up towards the announcer. He had half a mind to tear off his own limp arm, just so he could throw it at him. But, he controlled himself and followed Aiko out of the arena and into the holding area they were in before.
As the last of the adrenaline left his body, William's body became heavy and the pain grew in intensity. He leaned against the nearest wall and let himself slump down to the ground. "What I wouldn't give for some food right now." He joked half heartedly.
"Oh, I am sure they'll treat us to quite the victor's feast," Aiko shot back, sounding a little too serious for the reciprocated banter she intended. After all, that's how these situations were supposed to work, right? Of course, she knew that was only in the history books and tall tales. "Maybe we'll get to eat that poison rat you just killed."
William frowned in disgust. "No thanks. I'd rather starve to death." He said simply. "That was one of the most ugliest things I think I have ever, or will ever see." he added dryly.
"Really?" Aiko wondered more than asked, deciding eventually to agree — and mostly because the Mishhuvurthyar's image was so prevalent back home in the Kikyo Sector that she was desensitized to their kind of nastiness. "Yes," she paused for a moment. "Yes, you're right. Maybe they spliced in some Kuvexian DNA. I'd hate to think that it was a natural abomination."
He chuckled. "There was no way that thing was natural. It looked like they spliced like 5 or 6 different animal together and then made it 10 x bigger than it was supposed to be." He replied looking back at her. Even slumped against the wall, he was still taller than her.
He chuckled again. "You were almost as tall as me before. Now I am sure I have at least a few feet on you." He teased.
"Hmph!" Aiko snorted, turning her back toward him and crossing her arms. The tatty cloak their captors had given her fluttered and settled behind her in the grimy chamber they waited in. "I do not think you're in any condition to make light of my stature," she said, standing tall and with as much majesty she could muster in a place like this. Soon, though, she turned back, knowing that their amused exchange only hid his injury.
She stepped over to him against the wall and nudged her way under his bad shoulder, putting the nape of her neck in his armpit so that he could ease up on himself.
"Here," she said. "I'll stay beside you so that the guards won't push you along too much when they come."
He tried to move his arm away, but the limp appendage would not budge. "You will get your nice hair all bloody..." He tried to remark, but relented. He knew she didn't care. So instead he rested his head against hers for a moment as a way of thanks, too tired to do much else.
The sound of the crowd and the matches in the arena died down and soon another sound came, that of stone grinding on stone. A part of the wall behind them had moved to reveal a slotted window.
“You performed wonderfully!” The Kuvexian man’s voice came through it. “Really, I am impressed. Between your injuries and the way you two worked as a team… Did you do this type of thing in Yahmootay?”
"Not in the way your kind does, scum," Aiko told the Kuvexian, not bothering to move or look up to address him. "Perhaps the Empress will permit me to feed your people to some Mishhu when we're released, though. Why don't you come in here and educate us on the sport further?"
"No matter, you’re exceptional at this. We really had low expectations. The food we planned for you to be for our beast can be made out of other prisoners. Shame, I really did want to see what you could become as one of us…” His voice had been wistful, but became forceful again quickly, “What we expect now from you is not only more of the same, but better. With today’s bids for your lives set, you have made enough to be trained in even Colluctance! For now, we’ll start small. Tomorrow you’ll begin training in superior fighting techniques than what you showed today. Oh, and remind your nurse to do what she does best and fix you two up. I don’t care if she has to reach through the bars to do so for your shoulder. We can’t have you half dead on us now.”
His voice continued, “See you at your next fight, please do show us all something exciting again.” With that, his voice was gone and so was he.
William looked up and spat a glob of bloody spit directly at the window the voice had come from. "Oh I will show you more than exciting. It will take your breath away. Quite literally..." He growled. "I can't wait to eviscerate that thing."
A small door opened and an orange force field glittered as a smoke entered the room. The pair soon lost consciousness.