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Somewhere in Space and Time...

Tips: 0.00 INK Postby Virgil on Fri Oct 21, 2005 2:24 pm

The last thing Virgil remembered seeing was O'Mally's fist after he had made a smart ass comment. Virgil could taste the coppery blood filling his mouth. He spat it out, as he looked at the ground he realized that he was sitting and he was no longer on the shuttle. Thoughts of his location clouded his mind, he wondered where he was. Then his ocean blue eyes began to search for his companion.

"Zeke?"

His emotionless voice echoed through the empty room. Virgil was still handcuffed in the straight jacket, but his feet had been uncuffed, and his boots and socks removed. He growl a bit before getting to his feet. The room was very tiny, six steps from the back wall to the door on one side. Four side steps from wall to wall. The walls were glimmering white pads and the floor was bare carpet, the same colour as the walls. The only difference is the floor now had a redish brown spot on it from where Virgil had spit his blood. He struggled with the handcuffs around his back for a minute then he made an attempt for the straps on the coat. The cuffs made damn sure he couldn't get to those. With a frown he took a seat in the far back corner as a slot on the heavy iron door opened up.

"Awake already?"

The voice that came through held a mocking tone as he chuckled. The only thing Virgil could see was the light filling the slot. It made it quite apparent that his room was very dark compaired to the outside. The slot slammed shut and he heard the lock click. Virgil bound to his feet as a man came in. With his left foot Virgil knocked him unconsious with a blow to the lower jaw, the second man coming in Virgil caught with a roundhouse with his right heel. He feel. Virgil looked up to the third person and was ready to kick but he heard the locking of a hammer. Virgil was staring down the barrel of O'Mally's Beretta, of course it was in his left hand, but it was still steady. Two more soldiers came in and dragged the limp ones out.

"Now, that wasn't a nice welome."

O'Mally growled. His brown eyes were solid an unwaverying, just like Virgil's blue ones that mimiced the look.

"Let's get to buisness shall we? Who are you?"

Virgil stayed quiet.

"Very well...who sent you?"

O'Mally's voice was stronger this time, when Virgil didn't answer the barrel of the Beretta caught him in the jaw and Virgil feel to the floor.

"Close the door soldier! I'm going to be here awhile."

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Tips: 0.00 INK Postby Zeke on Fri Oct 21, 2005 11:24 pm

As his eyes slowly opened there were muffled sounds of grunts. He looked around his room. White carpet, white walls, enclosed space. Zeke was not happy. He growled and rose to his feet. His head still a little groggy. O'Mally had hit him fairly hard for an old guy with his wrong hand. It still to Zeke's consciousness. He wasn't happy about that, more ashamed than anything. With another growl a slot in the door opened. Zeke then realized his arms were still cuffed behind his back in the straight jacket. He was furious.

"Wakey wakey."

The voice from behind the slot whispered in a mocking tone. He was almost laughing. The heavy iron door the swung open barely missing Zeke and two men came in. Each one grabbed an arm and took a stance to hold him back. Then in came O'Mally. Immediately his fist was in Zeke's stomach. With a deep growl Zeke bent over quickly and tossed the man on his right into O'Mally knocking them both over. Then he tossed the man on the left. As all three of them laid upon the floor Zeke hopped over them and took off down the hall. He stopped infront of a matching iron door. He ground to a hault.

"Virgil?"

"Zeke?"

"Hold on Virgil. I'll be back for you."

"No you won't"

The clicking of the hammer upon a Beretta sounded after the strange man's voice. He stood directly behind him. The barrel of the pistol tapped the fiery red hair on the back of his head. Zeke growled again and connect a round house kick with the man's wrist causing him to drop the pistol. As his eyes focused upon the man holding the pistol Zeke realized there was six other men carrying Colt M4A1's. He sighed as the butt of one connected with his forehead.

Zeke awoke with a worse headache than before. His eyes were almost luminescent he was so furious. The next time he would make it he told himself. For now, he would just sit in the corner of his tiny room and plan.

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Tips: 0.00 INK Postby Virgil on Sat Oct 22, 2005 9:26 pm

Virgil crumpled to the floor after one last blow from O'Mally's left fist. He was bleeding very badly, but hadn't said a word. A fact he was very proud of. He scowled as his limp body hit the floor. The dark then again came as the heavy iron door shut. His cold eyes almost teared for a moment. Virgil was in a desperate situation. His eyes slowly fell shut before he crawled up into the corner of the room and sat there. He almost slept, but Zeke's voice caught him off guard.

"Virgil?"

"Zeke?"

"Hold on Virgil. I'll be back for you."

"No you won't."

There was the sound of a struggle. Virigl was already on his feet. He kept hoping for Zeke, then there was the sound of a body hitting the floor and then it was over. The sound of a single body being dragged away. Virgil's eyes hardened, before they began to glisten with tears. It was a large possibility that Zeke was dead. Virgil's only friend, his only family, the only thing close enough to him to care, even if Zeke didn't show it. With a single tear Virgil leaned against the back wall and sunk to the floor.

Three days passed. Virgil was assured Zeke was dead. His eyes were hardened and gleamed with blue flames. Not only was Virgil colder than ever, he was very, very pissed off. He stood in his room and awaited the soldier to bring breakfast and tend to his wounds. This time Virgil would escape. The heavy latch screeched as it opened and the man came in silently and shut the door behind him. When he turned to look for Virgil he was gone. The man swallowed hard as he drew his Beretta slowly. He looked up and saw Virgil tucked into the ceiling. Virgil's feet landed on his shoulders and snapped his neck on impact. Virgil stood up and kicked the door further open and took off. Virgil didn't stop running until he hopped the fence lining the ground level at the outside. He fell into an alley outside the landfill on Colony 05. The same place where he had stolen Vayeate from.

"I need a cigarette."

Virgil then started to get to work on the cuffs and the straight jacket that he still wore.

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Tips: 0.00 INK Postby Virgil on Thu Oct 27, 2005 1:26 pm

Virgil managed to remove the cuffs with the aid of a small piece of metal found in the dark alley where he sat. The little rod fit easily in the key hole. When the click of the lock sounded Virgil's smile returned. The metal upon the pavement echoed through the alley. His grin was almost as sadistic when a broken piece of glass came into his possession after scouring the allies for perhaps another two hours. Virgil managed to cut the sleeves free and remove the straight jacket, which had become incredibly dirty since he left. [desc]

[desc]Virgil smirked as he stretched his arms. He still wore his black muscle shirt and his black jeans. He made arm circles and yawned as the rain continued to beat down. It was a steady stream here on the colonies. It had been raining since he escaped and Virgil was more than soaked. He still could not feel the cold though. He wandered out onto the street with his blue hair plastered to his face.


"I need a weapon and some new clothes real fuckin' fast."

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Tips: 0.00 INK Postby Zeke on Fri Oct 28, 2005 10:53 am

Zeke had eventually lost all track of time. The beatings were numerous each time they seemed to drag on a little longer, bringing him a little closer to death. He just stood there and took it. There was nothing more Zeke could do at this point. He just had to wait for his opportunity to arise. He would never grunt or make any indication that he was in pain. Zeke would just crack jokes at the soldier's expense.

One time O'Mally opened the door and he was furious. His cast was gone now so he had his strong hand back. That was the first thing he saw. The large commanders right fist into Zeke's lower jaw.

"Where is he?"

His voice demanded as Zeke stumbled back a step not ready for the first blow. Zeke cocked his head and flicked his firey red hair out of his eyes as he looked at O'Mally. He stayed silent.

"WHERE IS HE?"

He yelled as his fist made contact with Zeke's stomach. Zeke dropped to his knees and looked up at the monstrous man.

"Where is who?"


He spat out. O'Mally was almost fuming with rage.

"Your shit sack friend! Where did he go!"

O'Mally yelled as he picked up Zeke by the collar of the straight jacket he wore and launched a powerful left hook into his ribs. Zeke clenched his teeth tight.

"I don't know what the fuck you're talking about."

"Your punk ass friend escaped!"

O'Mally growled. A light flickered in Zeke's eyes. Virgil had escaped. There was hope yet. With a grin Zeke took another hook to the ribs. There was a splintering crack as one of them broke. He could feel the blood pumping up his throat. Zeke held it in mouth for a moment still grinning as he spat it at O'Mally. He was not pleased to have a face full of blood and spit. O'Mally dropped Zeke and caught him with a round house boot to the chest sending him flying into the back wall of the small room. Zeke hit the ground hard as O'Mally left and the door locked. Outside Zeke could here his voice.

"No food until he breaks. One cup of water a day, that's it."

Zeke laughed as he sat where he landed. It hurt to laugh, but that was all he could do. Virgil had escaped mean so could he. His laugh grew louder and louder as the pain he was feeling began to sink in. He just sat there, laughing.

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Tips: 0.00 INK Postby Virgil on Mon Oct 31, 2005 12:55 am

Virgil had to rob a clothing store to get new clothes and some cash. He stole four pairs of jeans and six shirts just to make sure the clerk could not identify the ones that he had taken. He now wore tight blue jeans a black longsleeve shirt with blue flames on the lower sleeves and a red jean vest along with a plain black baseball cap to hide his blue hair. He also stole another pair of blue fingerless gloves.

Virgil in his new attire stood outside of the landfill where Zeke was held. Virgil clutched the wired fence with his left hand and tightened his fence bending the wires. He grunted and decided it would be better to come back with...help. Instead of just rushing in. Virgil turned and looked up at the sky. Still raining. He spit upon the ground and made his way toward the airport.

"I'll be back Zeke, don't worry."


Virgil had no problem getting on the next shuttle out with the kind of cash he had aquired from the little store. He felt almost weird not killing anyone since he broke free. He would have to change that the next time he arrived. With a menacing grin he settled into his seat that would take him back to his home town. Vancouver.

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Tips: 0.00 INK Postby Zeke on Thu Nov 03, 2005 2:22 pm

Fresh blood ran from his lips as it leaked out of his mouth. He could feel the annoyance it played upon his chin as it dripped. Slowly. He shut his eyes after O'Mally's fist made contact with his cheek yet again. Zeke just kept silent. His spirit was breaking. Slowly, but still breaking. His body burned. He was so weak from the lack of sustenance that two guards were required to hold him up. He had to be dragged to the questioning room because there was not enough room for soldiers to hold him and O'Mally to strike him.

His dulling red eye searched around the room for something, anything to take his attention off the routine beatings. Zeke could only faintly hear O'Mally's cries. He had long since learned to drain him out. With an exasperated sigh his eyes caught the fierce brown of O'Mally's as another fist contacted with Zeke's empty stomach.

O'Mally's balled fist dropped to his side. He grabbed a piece of rope and a lead pipe. With a smirk he slammed the pipe into Zeke's right shoulder. He felt the bone break. Zeke grunted and coughed up more of his life force. This time he aimed for O'Mally's boots. With a furious growl the pipe made contact with Zeke's cheek. Zeke could feel his conscious fading. O'Mally reached his cold hand down and raised Zeke's head as Zeke struggled to keep his eyes open. He bent over to look Zeke in the eyes

"Stay with me. The fun is just getting started."

O'Mally had the soldier holding Zeke's left shoulder move down so he was holding his armpits to keep him up. O'Mally wrapped the string around Zeke's arm a few times before creating a loop and shoving the metal bar through it. With a sadistic grin he turned the bar. Zeke knew what was coming. The rope began to tighten around Zeke's bicep at ever turn. He knew O'Mally was smiling contently as Zeke twitched slightly. The rope continued to get tighter.

"Where is your friend?"

He asked calmly as he turned again. Zeke let out a howl of pain.

"I...don't...know"

O'Mally scrapped his teeth together as he turned the bar again. Zeke could no longer feel anything below his right bicep.

"Where is your friend?"

O'Mally asked getting a little frustrated. He then turned the bar yet again. It was getting difficult to do.

"I...don't.....know..."

Zeke had never felt such intense pain on his arm. O'Mally struggled to give the bar another turn. The rope tore through the straight jacket he was wearing. Blood began to pump from around the rope.

"Where is your friend?! And before you tell me you don't know, wonder if he is worth loosing your right arm."

Zeke clenched his fists along with his teeth. He knew Virgil was worth the arm, but was not particularly fond of loosing it either. Plus Zeke didn't know for sure where Virgil had gone. With a loud painful grunt Zeke spoke up.

"Virgil is worth loosing my arm over, but the thing is, I couldn't tell you if I wanted to. See, I don't know where he is!"

Zeke yelled as his last burst of energy filtered through him. He turned his head and spat a massive amount of blood and spit into O'Mally's face. He whipped off the spit more furious than Zeke had ever seen him and he got ready to make the final turn.

As O'Mally was halfway through the turn with Zeke bitting so hard upon his tongue it was amazing he hadn't taken it off yet. Zeke could feel the rope ripping his skin and sawing through his muscle. Pain like this he had never known, but as O'Mally was about to break the muscle there was a thunderous crash and the whole building shook knocking the two soldiers and O'Mally from their feet. Shooting up O'Mally quickly governed one of the soldiers to stay as him and the other rushed off, Beretta's drawn.

"Virgil..."

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Tips: 0.00 INK Postby Virgil on Sun Nov 06, 2005 5:30 am

The power of Vayeate's beam cannon amazed even Virgil as it shattered the atmospheric restraints on the Northern corner of Colony 05. Virgil's cold eyes shimmered as the mobile suit dove in through the hole and landing atop the landfill. Virgil's lips curved up into a twisted half smile as he whipped the beam lancer out from the recharge rack. With a few presses of the keys the tips ignited. He grinned as the bottom end went directly through the ground. Virgil hit a few keys and cut a hole with the lancer allowing the Vayeate to drop into the hanger of the base.

Looking around Virgil immediately noticed the squad of inactive Tarus mobile suits. He swung the lancer and damaged the first three before a group of soldiers came running toward the Vayeate with their rifles drawn. They were determined to take Virgil down.

With a quick grin the lancer was back on the recharge rack and the right arm of the Vayeate rose. Monstrous flames erupted from the metal tip consuming each soldier in the squad torching the flesh from their skin as the burst of heat sent their smoldering bodies backward. Molten skin dripped off those were left intact.

Virgil let out a menacing chuckled as two men came rushing through the steel doors toward him. One knelt down and the other stood behind him.

"Fuck..."

The one that knelt down lifted a large launcher to his shoulder. It was heat seeking. Virgil's ocean blue eyes narrowed as he beat the two soldiers on the draw. He had his beam cannon out and a round off before the two soldiers could even dream of it. The blast not only incinerated them, but it also left a gaping hole in the wall leading into other rooms.

There was a sharp buzzing sound ringing through the air. Virgil turned the Vayeate around to look. A squadron had gotten to the Tarus. Here comes the fun...

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Tips: 0.00 INK Postby Virgil on Fri Nov 11, 2005 2:19 pm

As the squad of Tarus began to loom over the Vayeate Virgil turned toward them with his beam cannon still facing the hole he had already created and fired off another shot hoping to hit the cell where Zeke was detained. He missed the cell, but the wall of the conference room blew open. Virgil swung the beam cannon to face the five approaching Tarus.

"Let's play."

Virgil took a shot from a beam cannon in the right shoulder taking off some of his armor. With a slide to the left the Vayeate crouched down and fired the beam cannon. A single Tarus no longer existed. The other four were to close for ranged weaponry so Virgil sholdered the cannon and removed his crash shield. His cold eyes gleamed as he rose the right wrist of the Vayeate again. A burst of flames consumed the first Tarus, but the damage was only minor to the armor. Virgil frowned and removed the beam lancer again. Powering it up he swung the bottom beam toward the nearest Tarus slicing it up the middle. Virgil caught the quick spray of blood as he separated the pilot as well. The Vayeate stepped forward and continuing the first strike the top blade came down and halved another Tarus. There was no blood to amuse Virgil. With an upset sigh he moved on to the third Tarus and used the edge of his shield to hit the head of the Tarus suit sending it off balance allowing Virgil to thrust the top of the lancer directly into the cockpit. Virgil could actually hear the pilot scream as he died. With a grin he removed the lancer and raised it. The last Tarus then took a hold of the Vayeate's wrist not permitting Virgil to strike again. With an agitated glare the Vayeate swung around to face the Tarus. It's foot lifted with a metal buzz an contacted hard with it's chest.

"If this is the last line of defense I am truly dissappointed."

Virgil mumbled as he and the Tarus rushed at each other. The Tarus managed to connect his sabre with Virgil's lancer blocking it. Virgil moved the crash shield to it's chest cavity and pushed it up against it. He laughed as the pilot struggled to defend itself from the lancer as Virgil hit the key to ignite the beam sabre in the center of the shield.

Then there was silence. No resistance to the lancer, no sound of marching. Just silence. Virgil replaced the lancer on the recharge rack and shouldered the shield. He grinned as the Tarus fell over. He knew the pilot was bleeding heavily, if not dead. Virgil hoped for bleeding, it would make him suffer for opposing Vayeate.

With his back to him Virgil looked through the hole he had made to see his red haired brother standing there with Virgil's katana in his hand and one of his five-seven in the other.

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