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“It seems a shame”, said Kiam.
Darkus didn’t speak. It was a shame. And they both knew it as they could hear the hot whine of guilt down their backbones. But, as so often happens by that strange alchemy of the soul, the guilt made them determined and reckless.
They had been 13 to begin with, and now, after a process somewhat similar to choosing sacrificial lambs for Christmas, the number had constantly decreased during the previous days. They were 2 now.
The thing was that, if you had given any two of all those warriors a rope, they would have instantly begun pulling it in opposite direction. It was in their nature and nothing in this world or the next could change that.
“ We should probably get going, shouldn’t we?” said Darkus . He had no idea what kiam was thinking or not but he knew exactly where he was standing. He had a plan.
His mind made up, he headed towards the kitchen.
In the meantime, Kiam was entering the Library. It was at this point that he realized something important was missing. It took him a little while to realize what it was.
His knife. He couldn’t find it.
“Meh…nevermind.”, he thought .
He wasn’t quite sure what he was supposed to do. He could just read a book and hope that some hint would miraculously appear in front of his eyes. Or he could…..
Yup. The resolve.
After twenty minutes of messing around some old literature books, he managed to engage himself in an awkward conversation regarding the weather and was about to reach the delicate point of beginning to sustract information when a scream broke out.
It was a “silent” scream as though the victim had its mouth full of puffy marshmallows and was struggling to make itself heard, trying to ignore the sugar confection.
He hurried towards the source of the noise.
Darkus wondered whether he ought to scream for Kiam, but he had a chilly feeling that the he won’t be heard and even if he had been heard, kiam wouldn’t have believed him anyway. In fact, he wasn’t quite sure he believed it himself…
Yes he was. He’d never forget it, although he intended to make every effort.
He was trapped in the fridge and the funny and most disturbing thing was that he couldn’t effectively recall the entire process that had concluded with him locked up in there.
He decided to risk it, as things started to get reaaaally chilly around him and screamed. He waited a minute, nothing happened.
He tried to think. Actually think. But his mind was operating at the speed of continental drift. It was cold and…he couldn’t remember…
He had just opened the fridge…he was searching for something….but he couldn’t quite remember what at the moment. Then he had felt the horrible sensation of being torn inside out.
And this. He had been literally sucked in by the refrigerator and was now cursing the man who had invented them in the first place. WHY did he not put a fuckin’ stock so that the door could ALSO be opened from the INSIDE?
But judging the entire situation, Darkus came to an unnecessary conclusion. It had been a trap. That’s all there was to it. The Artist? Long dead. But his traps weren’t and he had just fallen into one.
Kiam rushed to see what had gone wrong and quickly opened the frigde door. Darkus’ cold body feel to the ground. He had his eyes still open, blank, with no expression.
That was the time when Kiam decided what the most valuable treasure was.
He got hooked on it on early age and didn’t want to give it up just yet. So he quietly packed his things and left the castle, no looking back.
Little did he know that his departure was being closely watched by a pair of bloody eyes. The man carrying the pair of eyes was thin, tall and apparently as cold-blooded as a dead penguin. Just by looking at him you could tell that he was the sort of man you’d expect to keep a white cat, and scratch its furry back while sentencing people to death in a piranha tank. Blinking didn’t seem to be a very common action of his body.
If Kiam would have seen him, he would have noticed the similarity between him and other two persons that he and his fellows comrades had met during the last days.
His name was Kevin.
so it's game over.
wow im traps killed a good number of people. wish i knew who poison me
@sakura is Kevin a zombie or what
Tazmo= Kevin Shiel
plop, can I has dead??
Nice story Sakura, but the treasure location and bird closure still intrigues me. I am with the one that said it might be worth expanding and posting in the creative section ^_^
"sleep with me tonight, sweety" ~sakura_hana~
Well, to sum it all up, the thing was that TAZMO wasn't really dead. Remember that mouse looked into his grave and found it empty? Also, the treasure was in a penguin's egg.
You were supposed to think of their locations drom the past . They were always in places like bathroom and kitchen. Afterwards, you were supposed to take some food from the kitchen . You actually had a clue about that, darkus..it said something like "it can be lured away from it's egg with food". If you had not done this, the penguin would have attacked you, like it did to kiam and RAzzy.
Actually, I was planning to make Kevin kill the last survivor but I changed my mind the last second.
Also, it was funny to see how you actually chose to open the fridge. After all, you KNEW that there was a trap there (somnewhere in the kitchen) and you'cve been there quite a few times. If you think about it, the fridge choice was the only option that has conctantly repeated itself so it was pretty obvious that that was the trap. ^__^
meh..I think I'll just leave it this way. It would be just a "passing" thing, it doesn't have anything to do with anyone besides the ones that played it. (well, if you're not counting SD, that is..)I am with the one that said it might be worth expanding and posting in the creative section ^_^
^ yeah, i knew I needed some food and thought it was in the fridge u.u
"sleep with me tonight, sweety" ~sakura_hana~