Post by wakemeup on Aug 25, 2014 21:36:52 GMT
Harp, part 1/2
Next morning.
"...and we're going to meet with him in here this evening, then we'll all get out of this hell." Michael and Sonic were finishing their report from their yesterday's talk with Jake. Their whole group was sitting around a big, wooden table, in the corner of their prison.
"Holy shit, we're actually getting out of here. I wish Blind could be with us for this." Carlos said with sadness. He didn't take Blind's death too well, they were close friends.
"How can we even be sure we can trust this motherfucker? This could be a trap." Harp was unsure of the plan. After all this time, this Jake guy suddenly wanted to help them? Harp just wasn't buying it. "Yeah, maybe. But we don't have other options. Unless you want to stay." Michael calmly explained.
"Sure, whatever. I just don't like how fucking dependent we are on Jake." The few seconds of silence after that were enough for Harp. Everyone agreed, they just didn't want to admit it.
"Don't worry, son. When I looked Jake in the eyes once, I saw regret in them. He wants redemption, I know it." Law said, breaking the silence. Law was a smart man, but Harp decided to call bullshit on that one.
But before Harp said anything, out of nowhere, they all heard a voice from behind them. "Harp's comin' with me. We've been picked for the fight today." It was another prisoner, he never spoke with anyone from the group before. It was a big man with plenty of scars on his face. He was examining the group closely. Fuck, how long has he been listening to us? Harp wondered, nervous. He saw Carlos having his eyes wide opened, and Dark Fox looking at the ground, scared. Harp got up and followed the big man. He heard some whispers behind him, others probably shared his bad feelings.
As the two walked, the stranger looked at Harp and chuckled. "Am I really going to fight with a pussy like you?" he asked with contempt.
"No, you're going to be beaten by me. I bet you fucker can only talk big." Harp was doing his best not to show how nervous he is.
"HA! You're amusing me, we'll see how long you last."
They got to the prison door and were escorted by the cultists in blue robes. The audience has already gathered at the arena. Harp was escorted to the door on the other side of it, so he could come out on opposite side to his opponent. The man in front of the door gave him a knife. Am I supposed to fight on knives with this guy? Fuckin' great. he thought, while walking through to door, inside the arena. The second prisoner was already waiting in the center. "Show me what you've got!" he yelled at Harp.
Harp was trying to think of a good line to provoke him. "Fuck you, buddy!" he finally shouted. He figured this would do well enough.
And it did. His opponent started quickly walking towards Harp. They both holded their knived in their right hands, ready to strike when the other one gets close. Harp decided to attack first. He jumped towards his enemy and tried to stab him. But the big guy managed to grab his hand in time, with his left hand. He then lifted his other hand to stab Harp, who quickly kicked him in the guy and jumped back.
"I'm not in the fucking mood, kiddo." Harp's enemy warned and punched him in the face, with incredible speed. He then grabbed Harp and put his knife next to his throat. "Don't move, or you're dead." he warned. "You really fucking let me down, you know?"
"Ugh, looks like I'm not in the form." Harp asnwered.
"Not about the fight, you idiot. I'm disappointed you didn't let me in on this escape plan of yours." he said, pressuring the knife to Harp's throat even more. "So, we're gonna do it like this. You get back alive and tell Carlos that Crackman is escaping with you. Or you get killed right here, then I will go tell Shaundi how fucking loyal Jake is to her."
"Yeah, sure. You might be useful anyway." He was going to be trouble, Harp knew that damn well. But what else could he say? "You could've just fucking asked us earlier, you know?" Crackman chuckled. "Believe me, I couldn't. Me and Carlos have... history." He took the knife away and threw Harp to the ground. He then proceed to kick him in the ribs a few times.
"Stupid prick." Harp muttered. "You should thank me for sparing you, instead of complaining." Crackman answered, then turned to the crowd. "I WIN!"
The doors on both sides opened and Crackman walked away. Harp slowly stood up and started walking towards his door. He wasn't looking forward to breaking the news to Carlos and the rest.
This is only first half of the chapter, since I said I'm going to upload it today, but I didn't have enough time. So sorry if it feels too short.
Next morning.
"...and we're going to meet with him in here this evening, then we'll all get out of this hell." Michael and Sonic were finishing their report from their yesterday's talk with Jake. Their whole group was sitting around a big, wooden table, in the corner of their prison.
"Holy shit, we're actually getting out of here. I wish Blind could be with us for this." Carlos said with sadness. He didn't take Blind's death too well, they were close friends.
"How can we even be sure we can trust this motherfucker? This could be a trap." Harp was unsure of the plan. After all this time, this Jake guy suddenly wanted to help them? Harp just wasn't buying it. "Yeah, maybe. But we don't have other options. Unless you want to stay." Michael calmly explained.
"Sure, whatever. I just don't like how fucking dependent we are on Jake." The few seconds of silence after that were enough for Harp. Everyone agreed, they just didn't want to admit it.
"Don't worry, son. When I looked Jake in the eyes once, I saw regret in them. He wants redemption, I know it." Law said, breaking the silence. Law was a smart man, but Harp decided to call bullshit on that one.
But before Harp said anything, out of nowhere, they all heard a voice from behind them. "Harp's comin' with me. We've been picked for the fight today." It was another prisoner, he never spoke with anyone from the group before. It was a big man with plenty of scars on his face. He was examining the group closely. Fuck, how long has he been listening to us? Harp wondered, nervous. He saw Carlos having his eyes wide opened, and Dark Fox looking at the ground, scared. Harp got up and followed the big man. He heard some whispers behind him, others probably shared his bad feelings.
As the two walked, the stranger looked at Harp and chuckled. "Am I really going to fight with a pussy like you?" he asked with contempt.
"No, you're going to be beaten by me. I bet you fucker can only talk big." Harp was doing his best not to show how nervous he is.
"HA! You're amusing me, we'll see how long you last."
They got to the prison door and were escorted by the cultists in blue robes. The audience has already gathered at the arena. Harp was escorted to the door on the other side of it, so he could come out on opposite side to his opponent. The man in front of the door gave him a knife. Am I supposed to fight on knives with this guy? Fuckin' great. he thought, while walking through to door, inside the arena. The second prisoner was already waiting in the center. "Show me what you've got!" he yelled at Harp.
Harp was trying to think of a good line to provoke him. "Fuck you, buddy!" he finally shouted. He figured this would do well enough.
And it did. His opponent started quickly walking towards Harp. They both holded their knived in their right hands, ready to strike when the other one gets close. Harp decided to attack first. He jumped towards his enemy and tried to stab him. But the big guy managed to grab his hand in time, with his left hand. He then lifted his other hand to stab Harp, who quickly kicked him in the guy and jumped back.
"I'm not in the fucking mood, kiddo." Harp's enemy warned and punched him in the face, with incredible speed. He then grabbed Harp and put his knife next to his throat. "Don't move, or you're dead." he warned. "You really fucking let me down, you know?"
"Ugh, looks like I'm not in the form." Harp asnwered.
"Not about the fight, you idiot. I'm disappointed you didn't let me in on this escape plan of yours." he said, pressuring the knife to Harp's throat even more. "So, we're gonna do it like this. You get back alive and tell Carlos that Crackman is escaping with you. Or you get killed right here, then I will go tell Shaundi how fucking loyal Jake is to her."
"Yeah, sure. You might be useful anyway." He was going to be trouble, Harp knew that damn well. But what else could he say? "You could've just fucking asked us earlier, you know?" Crackman chuckled. "Believe me, I couldn't. Me and Carlos have... history." He took the knife away and threw Harp to the ground. He then proceed to kick him in the ribs a few times.
"Stupid prick." Harp muttered. "You should thank me for sparing you, instead of complaining." Crackman answered, then turned to the crowd. "I WIN!"
The doors on both sides opened and Crackman walked away. Harp slowly stood up and started walking towards his door. He wasn't looking forward to breaking the news to Carlos and the rest.
This is only first half of the chapter, since I said I'm going to upload it today, but I didn't have enough time. So sorry if it feels too short.