[RP] The Elemental Chronicles: The Awakening

[Amizon]

There are things that are taken for granted.

Freedom happens to be one of them. You immerse yourself within it. No matter what kind of freedom it is, you enjoy it while it lasts. But there are moments in your life that you have to stop and think. What if you couldn't have this freedom? What if you were forced into something, something you didn't want and yet were obliged to adapt to it, just for the sake of making things bearable? At the speed of light, your life changes and you have no one to pick up the pieces.

The first thing that Danielle Murray felt was the coldness of the floor below her. Her fingers twitched momentarily. Her eyes slowly fluttered open and her breathing went faster, panic rushing through her veins upon what she saw before her. Dani immediately sprang awake, coming up on her knees and looked around the room she was alone in. The walls were of metal foam, whilst the floor was merely metal. She quickly noticed the white clothes that she was wearing and rose to her feet, her vision now coming into full focus.

"What the hell?" whispered Dani.

Her voice echoed within the room that she was contained in. This panicked her even further, but she tried to hold her insecurities in by figuring out why she was here and what she remembered before waking up. And in seconds, her mind flew back to that very moment.

The mansion! Granddad's mansion, she thought calmly to herself. I remember clearing out the safe and then I went into that room. The room! That ... it was the Book of Osiris. The one that Granddad told me about. But how did I end up here? I remember waking up, but then I was asleep again.

Confused by her recent memories, Dani sighed sadly.

"Having fun, are we, Lieutenant Murray?"

Upon being called by her army rank, Dani stood to attention like the officer cadet she had once been. Moments later, a door that she had not noticed swung open from her right and in came two men wearing rubber outfits, the sort that scientists from films were known to have. Dani blinked twice to ensure that this wasn't a nightmare gone horribly wrong.

"Who are you!? What am I doing here!?" she cried out.

"Professor Hilbert," answered the taller one. "This is my colleague, Professor Treyback. We're here to help you, Lieutenant."

"Help me? HELP ME!?" yelled Dani.

"We would appreciate if you'd calm down, Miss Murray," said Professor Treyback.

"That's Lieutenant Murray to you! Now what's going on!?"

"I'm afraid that we're not at liberty to discuss that. All our superiors will allow us to tell you is that you are indeed a danger to the general public and have to remain in custody until we find a cure."

"Find a cure? Is this a joke?"

Dani had finally snapped, almost cracked in the first five minutes. However, it appeared her troubles were far from over just yet ...

"Examine the Elemental Mark on your right wrist if you will, Lieutenant Murray," said Profressor Hilbert, who appeared to be the more calmer and professional of the two. "I can reassure you that this is no joke. You've been branded and we intend to reverse it."

Frustrated that the professors weren't giving her any answers, Dani turned to look at her right wrist and was shocked to see what had, ironically, replaced an old war scar. A recent, highly visible mark in the shape of a lightning bolt was now there. Unable to process her thoughts or feelings properly, she turned to face the two professors once again.

"WHAT HAVE YOU DONE TO ME!?"

 

[Captain Squee]

Kyle was in a daze. His vision was blurry and his eyes were not focused well at all. His glasses were missing from his face as he felt for them, so he felt the area around him. What he felt was just air. Then being scared into waking up completely, he realized he was entirely weightless. Like a feather floating down from a bird's flight, he was drifting. He felt as if he was a small stone floating in the void of empty space.

He let out a grunt from how nauseous he was from the view of the world without his glasses. But his vision was not too bad, he managed to find his glasses floating about in the same room. Putting them on to see a really small padded room that he was stuck inside of, he couldn't help but say, "The fuck?"

Kyle was very confused now. When and how did he get here? All he remembered was going in a mansion to help clear it out from his kind deeds, entering a room where someone was opening a book. How in the hell did he end up here? He tried influencing his body to drift through the air and get to what he thought was the floor, judging from the door. The positioning of the padded door meant this was either. He was making swimming motions, trying to push the air in hopes the laws of nature would propel him to his goal. It took a while of him flapping his arms to reach it, but he managed to push himself there and sit the best he could.

"This makes no sense...What happened? I can't remember a thing..."

 

[Gaige]

A dull pain in his skull was the first thing that Jacob Mccartney noticed upon returning to consciousness. His head ached, and reaching up to it, he winced as the pain intensified. then realized he had touched some fabric. It wasn't his hair, he could tell that much. It seemed to be some sort of bandage around his head. He must have banged his head when he was knocked unconscious, because his head was padded by some sort of bandage.

"I hope I'm not a vegetable, I hate them," he murmured to himself, and looked up to the stone ceiling above, before standing up straight despite the pain and his muscles almost seeming to resist his attempts to bring him to his feet. The ache spread down his body as he stood up straight.

"What the hell was I on?" he asked, again talking to himself, as the world spun. It did not strike him as odd that he talked to himself. He had done it for a number of years now when he was on his own, so he didn't see the harm in the occasional conversation with himself when he was on his own. It allowed him to see where he was at with himself.

What had he been doing again? Oh yeah, following some dare his schoolmates had proposed. Breaking into that place... where was it called? The Williams Mansion? And get something out of there. For the fun, huh? That was what his so-called friends had called it. Still, Jake had been bored, so he had decided to roll with it.

After three or four minutes, when the window had been busted in and he had crawled through the shattered shards of glass and inside, he had come across a blond girl, with her back turned to him, holding something. She had turned around at the last second, and then Jake noticed they were not aloe. Three... four others were there with him and the other girl. That was the last thing he recalled before unconsciousness had washed over him in a sea of white.

And now he was in this place. All on his own, and talking to himself. Leaning against the wall, he was startled to hear a low hum from the rock, almost seeming to come from inside the wall. A single eyebrow perked up as his lip curved in curiosity. Quite an innocent expression to an onlooker. It sounded almost like a fan... or one of those turbines that converted wind into energy.

He heard a noise from outside and the wall opposite him almost seemed to open up as a single man in uniform walked in. Jake looked at him indifferently. "Yeah... can you let me out now? I'm kind of hungry, and sore, and if my friends have put you up ta this well you had your fun, so ya can let me up now."

"You aren't getting out of here." The man's voice was cold... dead. Utterly without emotion. "We'll explain more to you later, but for now, I'm afraid I'm going to have to ask you to wait patiently and keep quiet."

"What?" A smile came onto Jake's face as he looked at the man. "You are joking me, aren't ya? I have school and stuff... and maybe a trip to the principal's office before a walk down to the police station. So, your hotel's nice and all, but I have to go now. I'll leave me money at the door."

With this joke, Jake stood up and began moving out, but soon found himself shoved back by the man. Jake was no strongman at the best of times, and the push sent him crashing to the stone ground painfully. He gasped as the breath was knocked out of him and looked up at the man above him as he tried to get it back.

The man looked pitilessly at Jake. "I'm sorry," he said without sincerity. "Look at your waist. Maybe then you'll start to understood why we are doing what we do." With that, the man took his leave out of the doorway, with the door slamming shut and the lock clicking shut behind him and sealing Jake in.

Jake, right on cue, felt his waist painfully burn and slapped his hand to it instinctively, but the pain did not fade, so he lifted his t-shirt to look at his waist, and his eyes widened incredibly as he feasted eyes on a mark on his waist.

It started at the part of his waist where the bone jutted out most prominently and curved around his side and his back, a long stream of silvery white cloud flowed up his back and along his side, and at the centre a single emerald green sphere resided, between his back and torso.

He blinked, then touched the burning mark as the pain dulled down. He seemed at a total loss to explain what was unmistakeably marked on his skin and burning sharply and painfully. So Jake Mccartney just sat there and listened to the unending thrum of the machine in the wall, for the first time in years, lostfor words.