Yar, har. Space Pirates~?

06-03-2007, 08:11 PM

So I decided to take a break from my Wonderland stories and had an idea for a space pirates one instead. It has a bigger plot than the other story, which means less writer's block for me.

The only thing is, I don't know if anyone would be interested in reading it. So, that's why I decided I'll post a little teaser for it on Mene. <3

Has been edited by myself but not beta-ed by anyone else. Thoughts, crits, etc.. are loved~

Prologue - “ Discreet Execution ”

Drip. Drip.

Dirty drops of sweat rolled down the side of his face, sliding like murky marbles across what had once been fair and tanned cheeks. Once they fell off the edge of his now dusty and smothered skin, the little beads of condensation were engulfed by the stiff fabric of the prison uniform that the boy was adorned in. The boy however, did not mind the sweating; he praised the liquid even. It brought a cooling sensation to him, which smothered away the pain, if only for a few seconds before the bruises would start to act up again.

He winced and tried to shift his hands so the metal of the cuffs binding his wrists together wouldn’t scratch the skin. The boy, of fair blonde hair and blue eyes, was actually not quite a boy. Age-wise, he was in his mid-fifties, but his appearance did not display it in the slightest. It was the curse – or was it a blessing? – of the technological advances that now allowed an eternal youth. Currently, in the stance he was forced into, he seemed even younger and a touch of innocence was on his boyish countenance. He was on his knees, kneecaps pressed harshly on the smooth, glass floor while his legs were behind him, chained together.

There were two guards flanking his sides, while a small troop of them guarded all possible escape routes from the room. This prisoner was apparently a tricky and valuable one, even if he looked no different than a naïve fifteen-year-old.

One guard, a buff man dressed in the Administration uniform, butted the boy in the shoulder with a rifle, gruffly muttering, “Don’t move or I’ll shoot you on the spot.”

The blonde grinned darkly to himself, unfazed by the now shooting sensation that trickled down his shoulder. If the guards had resorted to their empty threats, it meant that they were nervous. That in turn meant that a figure of authority (most likely high authority) would be coming along soon.

Only a few minutes passed by (which felt more like hours to the inhabitants of the room) before surely enough, a darkly dressed officer proceeded in from one of the side entrances. He had a clipboard in hand and an aura of “arrogant creep” practically oozing from every corner of his being. The man didn’t look up from the board in hand while walking towards the prisoner, a determinedly harsh expression pressed onto his face. He finally handed the records to one of the two guards, who clutched it preciously as if execution were the crime of dropping the papers. The officer cast a disdainful look in the captive’s direction, which was returned by a brilliant smile from the blonde.

“The Administration has determined you guilty of the following charges: several counts of murder, compromising the lives of millions, many counts of theft, embezzlement, participation in the smuggling trade, conspiracy against the Administration, breaching the peace on several occasions, directing a band of criminals, and..” A pause. “Piracy.” He spat the word out bitterly. “Andre Torrek, the punishment sentenced is death several times over.”

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