Round 2 Written Part 2 PreviewHe didn't need to see the darkness to know the lights were out. He didn't need to feel the soft fabric to know what he wore. He didn't need to feel the rapidly beating heart against his back or the warm arms around his chest to know who was there. The walls would be the same; the sounds would be the same. The smell would be the same. Everything would be the same.
The words whispered in his ear confirmed it. The nightmare had returned. He would open his eyes and be in the same room, on the same bed, with that same body laying there, the stains soaking the bed. Those arms, as well. They would also be drenched in blood. That same blood, and that same voice, always saying those same words,
He shivered, the air growing colder and colder. How many times must he revisit this place? How long would it torment him? The memory clawed at his mind like a rabid animal, creating deeper and deeper gashes in his psyche. Breathing became more difficult and his heart pounded in h
FW R2 Written Half P1A young man stood outside one of the prison's many doors, his pointed ear pressed up against a small slit at eye level. His face was set in an expression of extreme concentration, attempting to focus on the noise within rather than the multitude of noises that echoes up from the depths of the abyss. Sweat broke on his brow as the noises from below increased in volume, impatience clear on his face. His shoulder length hair that framed his pale face was dishevelled from continuous movement, and his brow shone with exhaustion. Patches of sweat had begun to form on his red undershirt, a black duster coat insulating too well for extended running. His face was that of a young man, but the experiences had aged him. Face clean save for a patch on is chin; one would first take him to be in his early twenties. A silver monocle covered one eye, the les cracked from earlier combat. It soon began to cloud, and the youth took it off to clean. Pinching the lens between the folds of his coat, he spoke
FW Round 3 Written Chapter 2Outside the gate of Synod, there was a disturbance in the air. Black waves appeared seemingly from nowhere, spiraling upwards from the ground. Once they had cleared, and five individuals emerged. Led by a black serpent, they must have transported miles in a instant, and the effects caused a stir among the group. Two of the group, a young man sporting a cracked monocle and a black duster coat and a woman wearing a sleeveless top and dark denim jeans seemed relatively unfazed by their sudden arrival. The remaining two members reacted in completely different ways. The young male with long black hair tied back into a ponytail seemed unaffected by his sudden transit, while the redheaded male beside him appeared to be holding back a sudden bout of motion sickness. After being able to assure himself that he was not about to see his last meal a second time, he spoke to the serpent.
"Where is this?" The voiceless response has harsh and dismissive, but the snake turned to face the questioner.
FW Round 3 Written Chapter 1Sparks flew as the electrical polearm clashed with the wooden spear Seläh wielded, and both combatants leapt back as one. The redhead grinned wider than before, seemingly thrilled to be engaged in combat, and he lunged forward, striking again and again. Seläh was pushed back deflecting the blows, grateful that she'd reinforced her weapon after it had broken previously. However her opponent's weapon had been made with the same durability, so neither would break easily. Her opponent didn't seem that experienced with his weapon, and left plenty of openings. After deflecting an overhead blow, she made her move. Redirecting the blow and throwing her opponent off balance, she lashed out with a strong kick to his side. The redhead rolled once, not letting go of his new weapon.
"Pretty good, girlie," He chuckled, rising slightly, "But not good enough!" He stabbed forward with the polearm, intending to impale his opponent.
"You shouldn't say that until you've won" Concentrating her en