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licentious) wrote2013-05-16 09:12 am
licentious) wrote2013-05-16 09:12 am
III. Jailbreak. [anonymous video from an injured policeman's PCD]
[ The video feed turns on suddenly. It's clear that it's a jail of some sorts, and there's been a heavy battle going on within the confines of the jail. However, the feed turns on only to show the conclusion. One guard seems almost paralyzed, barely able to utter out the words "you monster", as another guard looks frustrated at the poison powder that's still lingering in the background.
Elsewhere, it appears that the other guards were less fortunate. The stroll down the confines of the jail is noiseless, except for the distinct sound of heels clacking, followed by a bit of a stomp from what must be monstrous pokémon. The light fixtures blink on and off, revealing frames of a horrific scene. Some guards are frozen to the bone, a human popsicle of sorts. Other guards have deep lacerations and pierces. While others just look borderline flattened. Some seemed to be crushed by rocks and buried in sand.
It's clear. Whoever did this knows what they're doing, and don't have a sense of human warmth within them. They're cold, nasty and vile.
The walking stops at the end of the hall, and a low, husky voice speaks two commands. ]
Freeze. Then slash.
[ The pokémon, whose whitish blue arms are the only thing visible, does as told. A blizzard first impacts the bars before they're sliced in half. ]
Welcome back, Commander. [ The feed briefly turns back on herself, except her hair is tied back in a slick pony tail and she's wearing a Ho-Oh mask that blurs out the majority of her face. ]
To all of those of you that could stomach those images [ The way she turns the phrase implies that stomach goes much beyond tolerating, and into the territory of like. ] I implore you to contact me immediately.
Elsewhere, it appears that the other guards were less fortunate. The stroll down the confines of the jail is noiseless, except for the distinct sound of heels clacking, followed by a bit of a stomp from what must be monstrous pokémon. The light fixtures blink on and off, revealing frames of a horrific scene. Some guards are frozen to the bone, a human popsicle of sorts. Other guards have deep lacerations and pierces. While others just look borderline flattened. Some seemed to be crushed by rocks and buried in sand.
It's clear. Whoever did this knows what they're doing, and don't have a sense of human warmth within them. They're cold, nasty and vile.
The walking stops at the end of the hall, and a low, husky voice speaks two commands. ]
Freeze. Then slash.
[ The pokémon, whose whitish blue arms are the only thing visible, does as told. A blizzard first impacts the bars before they're sliced in half. ]
Welcome back, Commander. [ The feed briefly turns back on herself, except her hair is tied back in a slick pony tail and she's wearing a Ho-Oh mask that blurs out the majority of her face. ]
To all of those of you that could stomach those images [ The way she turns the phrase implies that stomach goes much beyond tolerating, and into the territory of like. ] I implore you to contact me immediately.
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