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Post by Azan on Apr 26, 2005 19:12:30 GMT -5
(Matt awoke to find that he had died in the operation, and demon, you can make a better death if you wish)
Matt was dragged out to the curb of an orphanage where he still lies, being poked by small children, and feeding the hungry.
KiddoFreak(complete edit:) Matt awoke in a strange, bright, bland room.
"The real world? Am I finally here!?"
The man was only futher egged on by the numerous tools and cords sticking into his skin in various places. They really got me out!
"I'm out of the matrix!"
"I'm sorry Mr... well, I never learned your last name. I'll just call you Mr. M. You know, for Matt?"
A man, standing in a black suit was off to Matt's left. An agent! Jumping into the air, the world seemed to slow down as Matt materialized dual barettas in his hands. Shooting numerous bullets at the man, Matt continued flying through the air.
Somewhat lacklusterly, the man was simply shot, and fell over dead. That's odd, normally agents are a lot smarter... maybe everything I see in the movies isn't true after all... With this new epiphiny, Matt tried to break through the ceiling in flight, in hopes of escaping to tell everyone the truth.
Speeding towards the white heaven above him, Matt realized he had forgotten to wear a helmet. A loud cracking noise flew through the room and shockwaves issued forth from the point of contact between the ceiling and Matt's head. The body fell to the floor, now only a broken skull with some appendages attatched. The world would never know the truth...
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Post by Umbrafire on Apr 26, 2005 19:38:51 GMT -5
(okay then, but I think you could have had his death involve the matrix)
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Post by Niccolo on Apr 26, 2005 21:27:12 GMT -5
Victor sat on the floor, staring at the mirror across from him. There was no denying it. He was definitley a rat. However, he noticed tat some little things were unchanged. His fur was the same shade of brown his hair had been, and his face still had it's hard, sharp lines, but they were now applyed to his elongated rat face. He looked around as his mind snapped back to to the situation at hand. He had no idea what the training would be, but he didn't want to hang around to find out. He wasn't going to be anyone's tool. His eyes snapped to the grate on the air duct. Remarkably, he could see no fastenings on it. Moving over to the duct, he found that with his small claws, the grate came off quite easily. He sized up the opening for a minute, then figured that with his reduced size, he could fit through with slight difficulty. Shimmying along inside the small metal tube, he spotted an opening ahead. looking throught the grate he saw what appeared to be a wolf man with a scarred face. upon closer inspection, he noticed that although heavily deformed, it was the large man from the ambush point. What was his name.... Quinn, that's it!
"Hey, Quinn!" Victor hissed. "Quinn! Over here! It's Victor! You know, from the abandoned store? Looks like they got you too, eh?"
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Post by KiddoFreak on Apr 26, 2005 21:45:54 GMT -5
Turning his head slowly towards the voice coming from his wall. Quinn wondered if he was going completely insane. His human eye blinked slowly, as if in contemplation. It took him a moment to form understandable words with his new snout, but he got the hang of it after a few tries.
"Yer... yurrr... Yes! It's me. I can't say I remember you though. You'll have to forgive me, you see, I've gone through somewhat of a change, and I'm having a hard time thinking," the man's voice had grown slightly gruffer, though it maintained some of its slow speed and sad tone, "Wait, wait, that voice sounds familier! Where are you?"
Quinn looked around with both of his eyes, finally spotting something he hadn't noticed at first glance. It was a white air duct, barely noticable against the white of his cell. Leaping gracefully to his feet, Quinn padded over to the opening, now seeing a small rat-like man.
His face looked familier, but he couldn't place his finger on its identity.
"Yes, I remember you. Do you know what has happened to us?"-and then quickly before a response could be made-"On second thought, I don't want to know... yet. Do you think you could find a way into the hall through those ducts? The doors are really strong, but I bet they could be picked with the right tools." Quinn eyed his own claws as if he was hinting something.
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Post by Niccolo on Apr 26, 2005 22:04:26 GMT -5
"Don't do snything rash, Quinn, I'll get you out. Just gimmie a minute and I'll open those doors, then we can dispose of the guards. There's at least two, and they're well armed, but I'm sure you can take 'em. Catch you outside." Victor said as he shimmied up a vertical section of duct. He crawled for a while after it had leveled out until he reached a grate. Looking down, he saw the two guards chatting. He came to another grate several feet down. He opened it and leapt down with surprising deftness and stealth. Looking around he spotted a number of levers with the words "CELL DOORS" printied in bold above them. Seeing no other markings he decided to take his chances and flip them all. The cells flew open simultaneously, and the guards turned tword him in response.
"Oh sh*t..." Victor let out as the guards leveled their guns.
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Post by Niccolo on Apr 27, 2005 20:46:52 GMT -5
(come on, peons, post!)
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Post by KiddoFreak on Apr 27, 2005 22:34:15 GMT -5
"there were only a couple guards, right?)
As his door slid open, Quinn got the strange feeling that he was being watched. Shrugging it off, he walked from the cramped cell and quickly stretched his new legs for the first time. He took mental notes of how long they were, and how he could optimize his comfort when walking. Quinn thought it a little odd, though not in a bad way, that his knees remiained normally jointed, instead of inverted like those of a wolf.
His new wolf-like ears easily picked up the sounds of leveling guns, a murmer of that familler voice. Running towards the sound, with much increased speed - he noticed-, Quinn rounded a corner and charged at the guards, still on two feet. The shots rang clear across the hall. the shots were obviously not supposed to be lethal, as they simply grazed the wolfman, adding a red tint to his grey and black leg fur. Quinn kept his eyes from looking at the wounds, he knew it would only drive him mad, he couldn't afford that risk in his new body.
My new body...
Crouching on all fours and snarling, Quinn hoped his human eye didn't show his fear. Finally, the man allowed his new set of instincts to take over. Moving too quickly for the men to respond, Quinn latched his teeth into one man's throat as he lunged by, raking his claws across the other's face,. His momentum helped to tear the first guard's throat out of place, spewing blood all over the room. The other lay bleeding on the floor. Rememberiing his dream, Quinn grabbed the gun from the man and smashed it against the wall with all of his new strength, effectively taking it out of comission.
"You should feel lucky that I'm in a gracious mood right now, I don't know about my friend here, but I'm going to give you a five second head start to get as far away from me as you can. One...."
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Post by Umbrafire on Apr 28, 2005 14:11:05 GMT -5
Vincent, in his new bear body, walked carefully out of the cell and into the hallway. As he stepped out, a bloody guard ran into his fur. He clenched the fur, and slowly turned his head up to look at Vincent.
"AAAAAAAAAAHHHH!!!!!!!!!!"
He turned around and ran in the other direction, and then gave up and just huddled himself against the wall.
As Vincent looked to see what had scared the guard, he saw a strange wolf creature. "Who...what, are you?"
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Post by GamerMan on Apr 28, 2005 15:54:15 GMT -5
in the middle of his training, the new cat hennekin saw his cell door open. soon after an alarm was sounded. "hmm seems like some sorta break out, this might be entertaining, well who ever wins, im not gonna be on the loser's side. And with that hennekin leaned against the doorway and waited to pick his side.
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Post by Lobstrosity on Apr 28, 2005 17:34:44 GMT -5
Kevin lay face down on the cold tile floor. His sensitive bat ears picked up everything that went on outside, from the opening of the cell doors, to the shots fired, and all the voices as well. However Kevin did not feel like participating in any sort of activity. He was much too depressed for that.
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Post by Niccolo on Apr 28, 2005 17:40:36 GMT -5
"WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!" Victor screamed as Quinn let the guard go. He quickly dashed over to the corpse of the fallen guard and stripped him of his sidearm, a slender Glock 18C machine pistol. He spun and leveled the gun. He took aim with deadly accuracy, his new reflexes allowing him to hold the 9mm perfectly still.
"Freeze! Move and I'll shoot!"
The man didn't listen as he turned and raised the P90...
BLAMBLAMBLAM!!!
But the guard was too slow. A burst of fire caught him in the jugular and he flopped to the ground. Victor lowered the gun and was turning to Quinn as he spotted a giant bear in the doorway of a cell. Or, what at first appeared to be a bear. Looking at him, he noticed it was another moreaus, in fact it was Vincent, the guy he shot back at the store. Victor hoped he had no plans of revenge, as the man... or what once had been a man now towered nearly three feet over him.
"Hey, Vincent. Looks like you're one of us too, hunh?" he said as he turned to a metal cabinet with several initials marked on various drawers. Opening one marked "V.S." he was happy to find it had his possesions from before the ambush in it, including his gun, still loaded.
"Now that's just plain sloppy." Victor muttered as he grabbed his clothes, went into a corner and began to change into them.
"If we're going to get outa here, we can't be dressed up like convicts. I suggest you two put on your street clothes."
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Post by KiddoFreak on Apr 28, 2005 18:54:39 GMT -5
Quinn just shook his head. His new knees were shaking, his new tail drooped in shame. They had made him a killer again. They would pay for that. He wasn't sure who had done this, but at that moment, the man silently promised himself he wound find out and exact revenge on whomever had done this to him... to them all. Looking at the morphed creatures, Quinn thought for a minute.
"I don't think that we'll be readily accepted back into society, not unless it's normal to look... like this." The words gurgled from his mouth as he half sobbed half growled the words. "I think they knew that. I think they knew that I was a nothing, no one would notice me gone..."
Shaking his head slowly, Quinn eventually found his clothes. Tearing off the jumper, the ex-custodian noticed they had changed every part of his body somewhat. His chest and back were covered in fur, and his legs were glistening with red blood, staining his shiney new coat of black fur. The only part of his that remained the same, he remembered, was half of his face. Even then, both of his ears had been replaced. He would never be a normal part of the world, now.
With some difficulty, the wolf pulled his custodian's uniform top over his upper body. His pants just barely fit on his elongated legs, and when he finally got them on, the knees ripped as they went back into their new squatting stance. Taking some of the left over bandage from his pockets, he began wrapping his bleeding thighs in them, as well as his sore feet.
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Post by GamerMan on Apr 28, 2005 20:50:34 GMT -5
Hennekin now figured combat was done and headed in the direction he heard the gunshots only to find a group of other animal creatures (my char never learned what they were called). Remaining silent he looked around and saw the cabinet with his stuff in it, taking his gun, he checked to see if it was loaded, shot a round into the door, and then put on his suit over his red jumper. It was marginally tighter, but a cat transformation didn't change him enough to make him much different in size.
Now looking around he saw the other animal people and figured them to be the same that he met in the room, though he had no real intention of figuring out which one was which. Now he awaited one of them to say or do something.
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Post by Niccolo on Apr 29, 2005 19:38:53 GMT -5
Victor glanced over. Due to the requiements of his proffesion, he never forgot a face, no matter how mutilated.
"You're....Hennekin, right? So I guess we all became moreaus."
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Post by Lobstrosity on Apr 29, 2005 19:42:34 GMT -5
((Do your characters even know i'm there too? I haven't left my cell yet.))
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;D 
