|
Fred slowly woke up to the sound of screams. He was feeling dizzy and
slightly nauseous. Where was he? He opened his eyes, but immediately closed
them again since everything seemed to be spinning around which only made
his nausea worse. Where were those screams coming from? Why couldn't he
move his arms or legs? As his head started to clear up he felt that he was
sitting in some kind of chair with his feet bound and hands manacled behind
his back. Suddenly his heart froze with terror as he realized that he was
being held prisoner, apparently in some torture chamber. Had he been
captured by the dragons minions somehow? Think, think! What is the last thing I remember? The cave entrance... the little dog, Velus... A manacled maiden... Astra! Is it her screams? He tried to listen closely but realized that the screams had stopped now. He dearly hoped they had not come from Astra or he would never forgive himself. Slowly he tried opening his eyes again. This time the spinning wasn't as bad and as he looked around the room it slowly ceased all together. It didn't look like a torture chamber, more like a combined smithy and workshop. He saw several large machines, a table strewn with books and strange tools and devices, the use of which he wouldn't for his life have been able to guess even had he cared. Against the wall on the opposite side of the room stood shelves packed full of various things but Fred didn't bother to examine those either. He looked to his right and discovered his poor companion Velus hanging upside down from a rope fastened on a hook in the ceiling, his four little paws bound together and a piece of cloth tied around his muzzle. He was about to hiss a 'psst' to see if Velus was awake when he realized that he was gagged. He shook his head to try and wake himself up more. Then he turned his head to the left and there saw Astra, naked as before and like him sitting in a chair gagged and manacled. Her head was slumped forward as if she was unconscious but her heavy breathing indicated that she was exhausted rather than unconscious. "Oh good, you're awake now. And just in time for your turn." Freds' head snapped back at the voice and saw that a gnome now stood in front of him. That's when he finally remembered where he was. "Mmmmgphs!" he said through the gag. The gnome was holding one of the strange tools in one of his hands. it had many sharp edges, like an overenthusiastic fork. In his other hand the gnome held a wand with a crystal ball on the end. He said one word in a strange language and the ball started glowing. Fred found himself unable to look away from the glowing orb. Not only that, he found it impossible to close his eyes. "Now I want you to know," the gnome said as he walked up in front of Fred, "in case I'm wrong about you three I truly am sorry for this, but better safe than sorry, eh?" He flashed a smile that Fred would have thought looked friendly under different circumstances. Then he stuck the fork-tool into Freds' right eye. Fred screamed. The next time Fred woke up he found that he had been moved to a soft bed instead of the chair. His arms and legs were still bound though. His eye hurt like a bugger, as did various other parts of his body though not as much, and his throat felt raw. He opened his left eye to see what kind of room he was in now and found himself looking right into the face of the little gnome. "Welcome back Sir Frederigo D'Honnaire," the gnome said.
|
2/7/2006 8:26:59 AM
Extending Enabled
24938624 episodes viewed since 9/30/2002 1:22:06 PM.