Post by Tohrment, Son of Hharm on Jun 4, 2012 18:10:41 GMT -5
His head snapped up as the panel in front of him opened, springing to his feet, his .40 already grasped in his hand and trained on the door.
A young human opened the door, pale and arm marked by a recent feeding. Pale green eyes met his, as the young male trembled. "They said if you shoot me, they'll leave you here to rot. But if you put down you're weapon, they'll discuss your release."
He curled his lip. Just like the bastards to send a innocent to do their shitty work. Leaning left, looked around the young male to see a earthern tunnel, lit by pale lights.
Used his gun to point the male back the way he had come as he went low to duck walk out of the space, having to keep his head low to keep from striking it on the stone and dirt ceiling of the dug out tunnel. The young male leaned heavily on the side, as if too weak to walk, head down. They had gone 20 or 50 paces before he felt the cold muzzle of steel against his skull and put his hands up.
"Well, what do we have here? A Hharm has graced us with his presence. We are so fucking honored."
He scowled an looked up to see Throe had removed an overhead panel and had positioned himself there, smiling as a very deadly 9mm was pressed against his head.
"Throe. You're honor is not needed. You're fucking lousy hosts."
Throe let out a laugh, lacking humor. "Strip. Everything. Weapons, clothes, the whole fucking works. And don't try shit. Lined with lead, underground and my trigger finger has been jumpy since you honorable brothers beat my ass up a few months ago. Would hate for this gun to go off" spit out the word, "brother."
A young human opened the door, pale and arm marked by a recent feeding. Pale green eyes met his, as the young male trembled. "They said if you shoot me, they'll leave you here to rot. But if you put down you're weapon, they'll discuss your release."
He curled his lip. Just like the bastards to send a innocent to do their shitty work. Leaning left, looked around the young male to see a earthern tunnel, lit by pale lights.
Used his gun to point the male back the way he had come as he went low to duck walk out of the space, having to keep his head low to keep from striking it on the stone and dirt ceiling of the dug out tunnel. The young male leaned heavily on the side, as if too weak to walk, head down. They had gone 20 or 50 paces before he felt the cold muzzle of steel against his skull and put his hands up.
"Well, what do we have here? A Hharm has graced us with his presence. We are so fucking honored."
He scowled an looked up to see Throe had removed an overhead panel and had positioned himself there, smiling as a very deadly 9mm was pressed against his head.
"Throe. You're honor is not needed. You're fucking lousy hosts."
Throe let out a laugh, lacking humor. "Strip. Everything. Weapons, clothes, the whole fucking works. And don't try shit. Lined with lead, underground and my trigger finger has been jumpy since you honorable brothers beat my ass up a few months ago. Would hate for this gun to go off" spit out the word, "brother."
