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The Path to Heaven (1 on 1 with AuroraNightshade)
Forum-Index → Roleplay → Private RP → The Path to Heaven (1 on 1 with AuroraNightshade)All your life you have lived fairly average. That is until the apocalypse hit. A plague swept across the globe, twisting people's DNA and turning them into horrific monsters. People that survived it without changing developed strange skills, some good and some bad. You are one of those survivors. Your story starts now.
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My Form
Name: Jacob Finestro
Age: 19
Appeance:
Skill: Teleportation, Strength, Other powers yet to be discovered
Personality: Not really a people person, but friendly enough. Prefers to be alone. Very good at lying
History: Doesn't want to talk about it.
Other: Bag contains a glock, two bottles of water, and a can of soup
Age: 20
Appeance:
Skill: She has developed gills. Scales now cover her arms and legs, but only appear in water. Webbed hands and toes but only in water. Other abilities yet to be discovered.
Personality: She's shy and afraid. She doesn't trust many people. Tried it once and ended up being used for pleasure.
History: After the end stared, she ran into a guy who pretended to like her. He had her come with him. He forced her to became a slave. Now she spends every second in fear of his wrath and planning to escape.
Other: Her weapon of choice is bladed Chinese fans. But Seth, the guy took her, took them from her and keeps them under lock and key
I walked slowly down the dark alley. Sure, it stank like a sewer but I sure as hell wasn't going to be walking down the middle of the road. My breath puffed white in the cold December air, reminding me of the need to find some shelter. Need some more food to. One can of soup wouldn't hold me. A growl emanated from up ahead as one of the things stepped out. No two of them ever looked the same as another, and they all had some kind of trick. This one was looked almost human, but was thin and starved looking. White eyes glowed from deep sunken sockets. The strangest thing about it was that it lacked arms. Only stubs were left, which twitched every couple of seconds. I pulled out my Glock, firing a round between its eyes. It's head jerked back, but it didn't fall. The hole in its brain quickly sealed itself. Knowing that I couldn't fight this thing, I imagined myself on top of the building to my right. I felt a familier tug at the base of my neck, and I was there. The thing below looked confused for a moment before wandering off. I sighed. What a waste of ammo.
The Thing
"Get up!" was shouted at me along with a sharp kick in the side. I'd learned long ago trying to refuse him was useless. Seth took what he wanted when he wanted it. I sat up and climbed to my feet.
"Yes, master," I spoke softly, hoping to avoid his anger. He grabbed my hair and pulled me out of the small closet.
"Get cooking. I'm starving! It's the least you can do for the shelter I provide," he shouted at me, pushing me into the kitchen. "When you're done, you can rub my feet."
What I wanted to do was retrieve my weapons and cut his head off! Instead, I washed my hands. The slightly ruff scales and webbing appeared right before I began drying them off. Pulling out the food Seth had brought back, I started making dinner. While he wasn't looking, I ate what I could. Then I spat in what was rest. It was a petty thing, but the only victory I had.
"Here," I handed it to him with a napkin and silverware.
"About time! You're lucky I don't feed you to a thing! Now, rub my feet. If you're lucky, I'll treat you right tonight." he barked.
Pulling off his filthy shoes and socks, I began to massage his gross feet. It didn't matter what I did, he would still have his way with me against my will. Trying to cheer myself up, I looked out the window. A man stood on the roof of the building next to the window. I was so stunned I just stared! Suddenly, he looked over at me, making eye contact.
"What the flip are you doing here?" he roared at the man.
I ran to his room and broke the door in. I grabbed the box that he kept my fans in from the closet. With shaking hands, I unlocked it and grabbed my things. I grabbed a messenger bag from the closet and pulled on as many layers as I could. For good measure, I piled as many blankets into the bag as I could. Then I pulled on my cloak and put on the bag. Running back into the living room, I saw the man had Seth on the ground still.
"Thanks!" I called over my shoulder as I ripped the door open and fled the apartment for the hallway.
He took a step closer.
I tensed. It was getting darker and I did not want to be caught out here in the dark. "Why did you follow me?"
"No thanks, I think I can manage," I told him. I began edging my way to the next building. The wind whipped at my cloak. I was thankful for the warmth it gave off. When I was ready, I pointed behind him. "You're not one to talk. You've got another breathing down you're neck!"
When he turned to look, I jumped. Landing hard on the next roof, I tucked myself into a ball and rolled. Popping back up, I darted forward in the direction of home. Jumping over trash and obstacles, I looked back. I smiled when I didn't see him following me. That is, until I ran into something solid.
"Hey! Ugly! Want to play?" I yelled at it, hoping to distract it. I dashed forward and swiped at it's neck, hoping to sever it's head. Sheer dumb luck was on my side and I managed to slice through the decaying flesh. Quickly, in kicked the head away from the body. Taking a few steps back I ducked my head, then ran at it and pushed it off the side of the building.
"There! We're even," I told the guy.
I turned on my heel and walked off. "I'm not slowing down, so you better keep up."
Black storm clouds rolled in. I didn't like the look of it. Thunder rumbled in the distance. It was much too cold for rain. Thunder snow was on it's way, great. I pulled up the hood of my cloak and stuffed my hands into my pockets.
I glanced over at the guy. "Well, I can't just call you guy, so what's you're name? I'm Maurina."
"We're almost there. I can't leave you out in the cold, so you can stay the night. Look out for any wood. We'll need a fire," I told him. Hopefully my stock of food was still there. And the fresh water I had stored.
I hoped I still had wood stacked in the attic, but it never hurt to have spare wood around. I really hoped Brutis was still there. But I hadn't been there to feed him for a year now so I didn't blame him if he left.
"Oh! Watch out for a black wolf. If you see him, give him the command 'Jia'. It will send him back home to me. I hope...He should listen. If not, just throw him one of these," I said, pulling a small dog treat from the hidden compartment from one of my fans.