07-12-2018, 10:04 AM
[align=center][div style="0px; width:450px; height:auto; text-align: justify; font-size: 8pt; line-height:13px; color:black;"]If someone would have told him that he would end up this way, that his life would be gone, that he would have fought his sister, that the Mother of Invention would have went down and crashed and there was an explosion he would have asked him what kind of shit were they shooting into their veins. He would have asked them if he remembered any of it but there was nothing to remember. His life had been put on reset as only memories of a life without Project Freelance, without the Director and even without his sister remained. He was in shambles, armored body from the middle of his stomach upwards tripping over his own paws as if this wasn’t the reality he was used to and yet he didn’t remember anything else. The back of his neck hurt, a throbbing ache that sent what shards of pain careening against his head over and over again. His vision was blurred and he felt unstable and yet he tried to move.
But each movement was agony and each step caused him to fumble but he didn’t want to stop moving, something was driving him to keep moving. Yet he felt like he was suffocating and suddenly he just panicked. Paws came up to suddenly claw and push a the purple helmet that was over his head, jerking the thing off and it tumbled to the ground. His breathing was ragged and blood coated the right side of his face thickly and plastered his fur to his skull. He had been trailing blood this whole time and more was dripping to the ground from a harsh burn that had melted skin and fur to the meat that screamed at him to stop. But it seemed pain was irrelevant to the panic that was coursing through him. What was going on? Where was he? Who? Why did everything hurt? He cringed a bit as the headache grew stronger and stronger still, the pain trying to pull him into unconsciousness before a kid like voice so faint murmured in his head. ’North......North....’ God it hurt so much and he grabbed his head, eyes wide as he shook it hard and harder still till he became too dizzy and exhausted to stand.
But each movement was agony and each step caused him to fumble but he didn’t want to stop moving, something was driving him to keep moving. Yet he felt like he was suffocating and suddenly he just panicked. Paws came up to suddenly claw and push a the purple helmet that was over his head, jerking the thing off and it tumbled to the ground. His breathing was ragged and blood coated the right side of his face thickly and plastered his fur to his skull. He had been trailing blood this whole time and more was dripping to the ground from a harsh burn that had melted skin and fur to the meat that screamed at him to stop. But it seemed pain was irrelevant to the panic that was coursing through him. What was going on? Where was he? Who? Why did everything hurt? He cringed a bit as the headache grew stronger and stronger still, the pain trying to pull him into unconsciousness before a kid like voice so faint murmured in his head. ’North......North....’ God it hurt so much and he grabbed his head, eyes wide as he shook it hard and harder still till he became too dizzy and exhausted to stand.