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    Mzzkc's Mind Games

    by , 12-19-2011 at 10:24 AM (750 Views)
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    17.12.2011
    Aggressive Negotiations (Non-lucid)
    ★★★★☆
    NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID






    Quote Originally Posted by Me
    ”Turn around. NOW!”
    I scream at the driver of the sedan, as an irrational fear takes hold. At least, it seems irrational, but trucks never come down this way, never two of them. What's more, one is all but blocking the road out of the neighborhood. Clearly something is about to go down.

    As if suddenly realizing the danger, the person driving turns around, unusually slowly; we’re headed back home, to my court. Thankfully, we get there pretty quickly, and I'm plopped in the street as the car hastily drives off. Before departing, the driver left me with the task of blending in at a nearby Christian High School.

    Quote Originally Posted by Inner Thoughts
    No big deal. I’ll be able to skate by today, stay uninvolved with the afairs of these kids, and be out of here in no time.
    Entering the door on the left, I find myself in an office-like recepetion area. The secretary, behind a glass pane, informs me that I’m not allowed over here, “All the kids are supposed to be on the other side.”

    Quote Originally Posted by Me
    “Sure thing,” I smile warmly to alleviate suspicion.
    Outside again, I enter the right-most part of the one-story, tan walled building, only to find myself in an almost identical area, with an almost identical secretary. From the back of the room, a middle-aged woman walks up to me, grinning broadly.

    Quote Originally Posted by Creepy Lady
    “Welcome. We’ve been waiting for you," she make a large, hurried motion, "Quickly, come this way.”
    Not really sure what to think, I go with it, and follow her into a small room where a young girl is sitting, handcuffed to a table. There’s an empty chair across from her, I sense it’s for me. Sure enough, as soon as I sit, the woman leaves me to my own devices. It’s clear I’m meant to interrogate this girl, find out what she knows, etc.

    Quote Originally Posted by Me
    “Hi there.”
    She doesn’t respond.

    Quote Originally Posted by Me
    “Well, if you don’t want to talk to me. . . is there anyone you do want to talk to?”
    With a thought, and a bit of direction from girl’s own mind, I make a few holograms appear beside her, shifting through those she seems to want to speak with. She gives a name; I don’t recognize it, but I’m able to create a representation of her desired point of contact and bring that representation to life. Of course, it’s under my control. Oddly, I think she knows that, but her fervor and crazed look tell me speaking with this image of her superior, a small, red, impish demon in a classy suit, would be the only way to get a peep out of her.

    What follows is a less than ideal double-reverse interrogation session. Each of us indirectly scrambling to find what the other knows, giving up only what we know we can, all in the ruse of a communication between allies.

    She knows about the recent assassination attempt on my life, is saddened to hear of its failure, but is pleased various other atrocities back home are panning out nicely. Once it’s clear I was revealing more than I was getting, I pause the image.

    Quote Originally Posted by Me
    “Yes,” I say, “I know you know, but nothing said on my end was a lie. No propaganda. You really do work for someone like that, idolize someone like that.”
    She makes a snide remark I can’t recall, and I respond with an outrageous outburst that has her questioning my sanity:

    Quote Originally Posted by Me
    “DO YOU KNOW WHO I AM?! I’M HARRY FUCKING POTTER.”
    I pull out a wand and destroy the projection of the demon in a shower of sparks; her look says it all. That’s when I notice it, at the door behind me, a presence of ill-intent. I stand quickly to see a green form dart past me, out the window, to the street beyond. By the girl’s gleeful reaction, I know this won’t be good. Drawing a blade, I go to the thing's exit point and see a green monster, spherical, with a gaping maw across it’s center and a face within that.

    Quote Originally Posted by Inner Thoughts
    It doesn’t look like it wants to get close. . . And I really shouldn’t go outside. It might be a trap.
    So, I do the next best thing, make some adjustments to my katana, stick it out the window, and rapidly extend the length of the blade, shooting it out into into the inner face of that green wretch. It seems as shocked as it is in pain. A few quick, long-range swipes later, and the monster is no longer surprised. . . or in pain.

    Suddenly, the roof of the building tears away, and I’m face to face with. . . a clown?

    Quote Originally Posted by Would-be Assassin
    “There you are.” The pointy faced, garishly dressed, figure states plainly. He's casually wielding two large, black and red scythes. Seemingly, he doesn't take me seriously.
    Quote Originally Posted by Me
    “I assume this is a rescue attempt. Or are you here for me?”
    Quote Originally Posted by Would-be Assassin
    “Don’t concern yourself with the details,” he jumps from his perch, “It doesn’t matt--”
    Before he can get out the words, I’ve already spotted an opening and severed his legs from his body; there's not as much blood as I'd expected.

    Quote Originally Posted by Would-be Assassin
    “Oh, please.” The clown is unamused. Rightfully so, as a new set of legs immediately takes the place of the old ones, slinking out of his baggy, red and yellow, pin-striped pants.
    Quote Originally Posted by Inner Thoughts
    Interesting.
    He comes at me with the scythes, bringing them together to form some sort of long, narrow drill. Again, he’s sloppy, and I’m able to avoid the attack, removing an arm in the process. Un-phased, he regenerates and grabs his scythe before gravity can even affect it.

    Quote Originally Posted by Inner Thoughts
    I wonder if his torso is that resilient.
    In the air now, I close in quickly and engage in an armed grapple, locking down the movement of his scythes. He begins to form his drill, and I’m forced to readjust my grip to avoid having one of my hands blended up.

    Quote Originally Posted by Me
    “Mae, now.”
    An ethereal spirit bursts from my chest and impales the clown with her sword before disappearing as quickly as she came. The clown looks confused and, to my delight, wounded. Seizing the opportunity, and making a bold move, I break away, just enough to free my blade and create another opening, which I use to plunge my blade into the fool’s side. He’s too wracked with pain to do much as I brutally impale him, again and again, dragging my razor-sharp steel through his body.

    But still, he lives. I realize I'm going to have to step things up a notch if--


    Damn alarm.

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    Updated 12-25-2011 at 01:23 AM by 25167 (Writing was atrocious.)

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    Comments

    1. TheForgotten 's Avatar
      I preferred the first version.
    2. Mzzkc's Avatar
      Not a fan of the quote boxes?
    3. TheForgotten 's Avatar
      That too. It's somewhat distracting.
    4. Mzzkc's Avatar
      That was really the biggest change outside of fixing up some repetition and flow issues. Content is exactly the same save for a single dialogue touch-up.