Farcry (Open) 5 Years Ago

Tapping. Tapping. Endless tapping. That’s all she could hear. This rasping, clacking, knocking, and knocking, and knocking. It was without end. Another noise behind that one, though, was pushing its way through the wrapping from above. The soft pitter patter of rain on metal echoed through her brain. It was a soothing sound behind all the tapping that never seemed to stop. Her body ached and cried out in agony. I get it, she tried to tell her body, I understand that something’s wrong. You’ve made your point now please just stop. Please. Please. Please. I’ll fix it, just stop. Stop. Stop. Goddammit, stop. But her body wouldn’t listen. It was a stubborn form, intent on crying and complaining until the very moment it got what it desired.

She tried to scratch her head, but couldn’t lift her arms. There was something on her wrists, something tight, itchy, and uncomfortable. She tugged, but nothing happened. She didn’t feel like opening her eyes; they were just so heavy. It was exhausting enough just being awake. She’d rather be asleep again. She’d rather be asleep. And so she fell back into darkness and with that darkness, came the memories of home and deepest, strangest desires that he conscious mind simply couldn’t comprehend. A dream passed through her chambers of thought and imagery. Her brain had this magnificent ability to form pictures from nothing then bring them to life. She had reached out to pick the strange orange and pink mushroom that had suddenly sprouted from the floor of her bathroom. As her fingers drew themselves across its fuzzy and smooth surface, something odd happened. The walls of the room fell apart and…

Surǽlia’s eyes shot open. It was cold; her body hurt, and she had no idea where she was. She was lying in the mud, but above her was a wooden floor. There was this incessant tapping like someone was pounding their foot to the music in his head. God fuck. Whoever’s doing that is an asshole. She looked around and tried to take in the situation. She was propped up in a corner, with a large rock to her left. A good six feet above her was that wooden floor. She could see light coming through the cracks between the boards. It was raining and the sounds of heavy torrents of water barraging the roof were echoing down to her. She couldn’t see a way up, but there had to be some passage out of this hole.

Then a droplet of water smacked her on the nose. Gah, what the fuck! That must have been the tapping. It wasn’t a noise from above but it was the water dripping onto her face and the rock beside her. She tried to stand, even if just to get out of the water, but something was keeping her from moving her limbs. Her eyes fell down upon the crude rope binds that held her hands and feet together. Whoever’d done this didn’t do a bad job. They’d connected the foot and hand cuffs which even further decreased her ability to move. Still she had to get away from the tapping, that Goddamn tapping. Surǽlia wriggled her body a foot or so away before a she suddenly dropped down several feet and landed with a heavy thud. She grunted when her body hit the ground and ground her teeth together to keep her from making any more noise.

Now she could hear something: voices, two men talking. She couldn’t make out what they were saying over the screeching in her ear. Stop, you son of a bitch. Stop. I’ll fix you when we’re done. She must have broken something, or at least pinched a few nerves. Her legs were numb and everything else ached. The voices continued to drone on, but the details were still inaudible. Surǽlia couldn’t think of anything else to do but just use her reiatsu to break the rope. She spiked it, bringing down the gravity in the area. She heard the two men grunt and mention something about this happening again. With a heavy heave the bind on her wrists snapped. She calmed her reiatsu and knew that Tracy would be able to distinguish it and find her. The liquid-eyed blonde reached down and quickly untied the knots at her feet.

The relief of being able to spread her arms and legs was incredible. Her body seemed to agree as the new position she took, arms and legs flung outward across the cold, hard ground, brought with it a physical comfort that was hard to describe in words. Sadly, Surǽlia didn’t have that much time to enjoy herself and she quickly sat up and peered around the strange chamber. It was a cave. She was in a damn cave with stalactites and torches and everything. This looks like a fucking Tomb Raider game. She started to chew on her lip as thoughts ran through her brain. How was she going to get out without drawing too much attention to herself? What was the easiest way out?

The voices brought her back to reality and in that instant she dropped to the ground and started crawling along the floor of the cave. It was a very slow crawl, as she slowly put one foot in front of the other in a sort of duck walk style. She used her hands to maneuver through the spiky pieces of dried salt and lime. The voices grew louder and clearer as she neared them. A flickering light and the sound of crackling fire led her closer and closer to where she wanted to go. She heard them talking about the next group of survivors that had washed up on shore of the island, and that there was still some guy out there who’d been causing lots of trouble for their business, whatever it was. Still chewing her lips, she peered around the corner and down the wooden ramp. There, looking out into the cave, were the two men. Their clothes were torn and they looked hard and beaten, certainly not like normal people. Even their voices were harsh and grizzly.

Surǽlia had only one choice in her mind: get past them, and so she would. She continued to move keeping her low walk at a slow and steady pace. There was a torch on the far wall across from the men that lit a small wooden table with silver objects on it. Those are mine, she thought as she eyed the Seele Schneider from 20 feet away. She was now just behind the men. She could just as easily kill them with her bow but that would be too loud. She needed to be silent and make it out with drawing too much attention to herself. This wouldn’t be that much of an issue. All she had to do was…

She quickly stood from her lowered position and kicked the man on the left behind the knee. He immediately fell to the ground, stunned. The second man turned to react only to receive a sharp punch to the throat then another to the solar plexis before a hard kick met his groin. He toppled over and curled into a ball trying his best to breathe. The first bastard was up and coming to kill Surǽlia. He was dumb. As he threw a punch at her, she side stepped and let her own arm ride his up to his neck where her finger smashed into his wind pipe, causing him to stumble. It was too bad for him; she’d followed through with her footwork and, in three quick steps, had arrived just behind him, her hand still by his throat. Surǽlia quickly wrapped her whole arm around his jaw, and, with her other hand up by his ear, jerked her whole body. There was a loud snap and man went limp, his torso falling on top of his friend. The other man had just begun to recover, when Surǽlia’s foot met the side of his neck and another sickening crack filled the cave.

“Hmph.” Surǽlia stepped over the fresh corpses and quickly made her way over to her tools. Without hesitation she grabbed them all and strapped them across her body as she usually did. It wouldn’t be long until someone came and found the bodies. Marveling at her last Seele Schneider she smiled before squeezing it in her hand and silently slinking into the darkness of the cave.