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Disclaimer: I don’t own Baldur’s Gate II Shadows of Amn, blah, blah blah. You already know that stuff. On with the story!!!!!
Chapter 1: Experimentation
Celüith opened his eyes slowly. Even in the dull light, his eyes felt like they were burning. He realized he was lying down, and there was this terrible feeling all throughout his body. A headache seared his brain like a wildfire. He closed his eyes again. Prickles poked him in his brain and wouldn’t stop for a while...
Ugh. Whatever drink I had was certainly potent, he thought. Even thinking hurt his mind.
He managed to open his eyes again. His vision swam around. When it finally focused, he noticed he was in a dank dungeon.
I’m not in jail—am I? he thought.
Celüith squared himself and managed to get up to take a look around.
His legs screamed at him while his chest was burning. He groaned softly and looked around.
He was in a small cell, meant for a small woman. His head hit the roof. This cell was truly meant for someone with a smaller stature than he. Rubbing his head, he wished that Thráwen was there in his place.
Celüith never really got along with Thráwen; she was always on the wrong side of the law. She got away with it too! When will she learn that you can’t get away with evil? You’ll only get caught… eventually. He knew that good always prevailed over evil, so Thráwen will be caught. She was technically caught in this case, except for the fact that he was caught too.
“Ah, the Child of Bhaal has awoken,” said a man, sneering.
Celüith jumped, startled, and hit is head on the top of the cell.
The man looked at him through steel blue eyes. Celüith could see that this man was enjoying it. The man’s face was very ugly. His scars showed up very well on his disfigured face. Celüith was surprised to see that this man had no missing facial features. Yup, the nose, eyes, mouth, and ears were all still there. This man had a twisted, sewn on face look. Celüith didn’t like this man at all and believed that this man should be put in jail for imprisoning a paladin of Helm.
“It’s time for more… experiments,” he said, his sneer being much more threatening than before.
“What are you doing? You realize that you could get arrested for this?” Celüith said, in his uniform manner.
The man said nothing and continued his menacing sneer.
Celüith felt a wash of great agony through him. He staggered to the back of the cell he was in, clutching his stomach.
“AAAAARRRRRRGGGGHHH!” he screamed, being unable to hold in the pain.
The man laughed cruelly as Celüith became unconscious.
~*~
“Do you even realize your potential?” she heard him say.
Thráwen winced as she heard the screams of the man in the next cell. She could handle hangovers, even such as bad as from Firewine. This hangover was worse than she had ever imagined. What did she down this time? Whatever she had, she would be sure to avoid next time.
But she didn’t think that it was wine that was bothering her. By the sounds of that man’s screams, she knew that he was being tortured.
Great. I’m in a torture prison, she thought. What have I gotten myself into this time?
Then again, there was a potential that this man was talking about.
“What potential?” she asked out loud.
The man turned around and looked at her with a great interest.
Uh, oh, she thought. Damn my loud mouth!
Right then, a huge creature lumbered to the man.
“More intruders have entered the complex, master,” it said in a raspy voice.
“They act sooner that I anticipated. No matter, they will only prove a slight delay,” the man said in his cruel voice.
As the man walked off, she heard shouts, clashes, and hisses. Then, she saw something move in the shadows. Thráwen attuned her elven ears to the footsteps.
Tap tap tap tap tap tap, it tapped.
Right then, a she heard a click. Obviously the thief heard it too.
He turned around and screamed.
Light filled the hallway in which the thief came. It moved quickly towards the thief.
A fireball rushed at the thief. Thráwen widened her eyes as the fiery inferno passed, not harming her.
Still screaming, the thief saw the fireball and it hit him.
Thráwen closed her eyes as the thief was incinerated grossly. She didn’t accommodate with blood very well. The smell was awful. She cringed, her nose wrinkling up to her face.
Opening her eyes again, she heard another pitter-patter.
Oh, gods! Don’t let him be incinerated again! She thought.
The thief snuck over by another cell. He kneeled down and started fiddling with the lock. There was another click and Thráwen looked down the hall. No light, no fireball.
Thráwen heaved a sigh of relief.
A man came out of the cell, and with a sudden realization, Thráwen sucked in a breath of great regret.
The man was Celüith. Thráwen hated him. No matter how funny she was, he wouldn’t laugh. No matter how beautiful her songs were, he wouldn’t applaud her. And, he needed to lighten up. Seriously! He would chastise her if she pickpocketed someone’s copper piece! She bet that he would trade her in for anyone else. God, that Celüith!
The thief then came to Thráwen’s cell. It wasn’t a man, but a woman. She fiddled with Thráwen’s lock and finally got the door open.
Thráwen couldn’t believe her eyes. It was Imoen.
“Is that really you? Imoen?” Thráwen squeaked. Thráwen could barely recognize her. Her amber hair had turned pale pink and scars covered her face.
“Yeah. You look worse for wear as well. It’s obvious that he’s been messing with your head too. That’s not the only thing,” Imoen said
Thráwen realized what Imoen was saying and fingered her hair. Her captor’s experiments turned her dark-brown hair into pale blonde hair. Something cold ran across her arm, bringing a chill up Thráwen’s back. She caught some of it as it was running down her arm. It was blood.
“I guess you’re right,” she said.
“Come on. Let’s get out of here. I’m not sure I could get out again,” Imoen said.
“Sure, sure. But how did we get here in the first place?” Thráwen asked.
“I dunno. All I remember is getting jumped at Baldur’s Gate. I have a nasty headache—it feels like a really really bad hangover,” Imoen replied, shrugging.
“What do you know about hangovers?” Thráwen asked, cocking an eyebrow.
“Later! I’m sorry, it’s just—he’s doing weird stuff to us and I’m not sure I can last very long under his torture. Please, let’s just get out of here,” Imoen said.
“Right you are. Let’s go,” Thráwen said.
When she got out of her cell, she found herself face-to-face with Celüith.
“Thráwen,” he said, bitterly.
“Celüith,” she said wryly.
“Come on, you guys! No time to fight! We have to get out of here before our captor comes back!” Imoen exclaimed.
Thráwen tore her gaze away from Celüith. He turned his head away as well. Thráwen turned to face Celüith the slightest bit and noticed that his black hair was interrupted by a dirty blonde streak that hadn’t been before.
“Nice hairdo,” she said sarcastically.
“Same to you,” he retorted.
“You know what, since neither of you can put aside your differences, then I’m going to lead the group and there’s nothing you can do about it,” Imoen declared, exasperated.
“Fine with me,” Celüith said.
“Same here,” Thráwen said.
Imoen sighed. These two couldn’t be helped.
There was a fearsome roar that made everyone jump and run for cover.
“Raaaaaaaaaaaaaaaagggghhh! Minsc will be free! These bonds will not hold my wrath!”
Note: Another one of my stories-- this one's going to be better, I think. Just a little something when I'm bored.
Special Thanks to TerishD for sending me grammar corrections. I haven't asked my teacher yet, but I will get to it.
Posted by Meg on Saturday, May 24, 2003 (02:59:05) (1817 reads)
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by TerishD on Sunday, May 25, 2003 (04:22:20)
About those grammar corrections, this chapter read a lot better. Slightly got lost in the middle of who was acting where (and where certain creatures had gone), but I got through it. Keep working at it.
You also attempted some character description. Good. Chapter length was longer than usual, but it was enjoyed. Glad to have another writer on this forum.
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