Marionette The light was eerie green, tinted with a fading yellow backdrop. No one was with him, no trace of anyone was around. All Grayson remembered was walking to his car, and then the cold steel striking his head square in the centre before knocking him out cold. Now, he was lost, no where he knew, forgotten. "He... Hello?" He cried out, hoarse due to his parched throat. Only an echo for an answer. He pulled his arm, but found it didn't respond. Confused, Grayson tried to angle his head to face it, but nothing happened. He could feel his body want to respond, but it simply wouldn't. "Awake at last, Mr Alexander. Good." Came a cold, feminine and familiar voice. Grayson coughed as his throat tickled him. "How nice of you to... Drop by," The woman moved forward; he could hear her heels click against the concrete floor, but she didn't show herself. "What is this?" Grayson wheezed. "An... Experiment." He heard a flick as the woman bumped a switch. He felt his arm pulled upwards against it's will. He cried out as the muscle stretched against something metal, solid and in his bone. His head still wouldn't turn. Another flick of an unknown switch sent tremors of pain through his spine, causing his head to move sideways. He caught a glimpse of his arm, and whimpered at the huge metal chains digging into his skin and holding him to the ceiling. He saw it go through his arm, straight through the bone, one by his wrist, the other by his bicep. "This experiment seems to be successful." He heard the woman's cold voice. "Good. But we should see his far this goes." A modulated voice replied to her, deep and commanding. Grayson screamed as the chains tore his body into position; he felt the blood trickle from where they had, down his arms and his neck. His legs weren't chained by the bones, but he could feel they weren't free. He was just a broken figure. A plaything. A marionette. And he was in agony from the start. ******************************************** #rowntrees #randoms #boredom

The Storm A tempest, a hurricane, a tragedy. You can imagine it came as a shock to me, Sitting at home with the telly on, Hearing the wind outside howling it's song. The windows shook, the house shuddered, The tv began to protest and spluttered, The power died and my house turned black, I thought I was wrapped in a bad movie attack! My phone, just beeping, was my only light, As I strode through the house at the dead hour of midnight, The storm was still raging, and I prayed for rescuers; Jesus or Superman; hey, beggars can't be choosers! The storm passed over, and the tv began to splutter and jive, I screamed like Frankenstein, crying out 'It's Alive!' So passed the tempest, the deadly raging storm, And my house couldn't be in better form! ******************************************** #rowntrees #randoms #boredom

A Warriors Heart The hunter is cunning; he awaits his moment, hiding among the thick, amongst heavy, ancient trunks of giant trees, bow drawn and arrow ready. His patience is his gift. The thief is swift; like a shadow in the night, he strikes the pockets of the rich and poor alike; a barrier between the two. His #lifestyle is dishonest, but he would prefer no other. His luck is his gift. The Mage is clever; harnessing the power of elements, people and animals can be merged as one, giving great power to her as their creator. Her mind is her gift. The assassin is deadly; striking unseen, all that remains in her wake is bloodied corpses, bled out and looted. Her face hidden, no one can distinguish her from the shadows, and none can feel her poison blade strike their heart. Her silence is her gift. The warrior is brave; on front lines in every battle, the brute tank of strength and the target of many foes, his strength does not waver while the enemy falls or cowers. This is his gift; the strength of a warriors heart. ******************************************** Inspired by : The Elder Scrolls IV : Skyrim ******************************************** #rowntrees #randoms #boredom