Special Jonin Candidate
Join Date: Aug 2009
Location: In a pineapple under the sea
Rep Power: 12
Fire rained from the sky scorching the raw earth below as a ring of hot, radioactive ash and cloud ravaged the planet’s surface, eradicating everything in its path. When the clouds and debris cleared, the earth was nothing more than a hopeless, barren wasteland. This was the second time this fate had befallen the earth. Then as if every fault like in the world moved at once, the planet began to split, exposing the molten mantel below the thin shell of the crust. Thick clouds, full of radioactive chemicals and other gases nearly eliminated any trace of sunlight; only the massive cracks in the planet gave off any light as ashes fell from the sky. Any remnants of the cause of the explosion were gone, dissolved in the heat when they blew apart.
The pain slowly subsided as Zenzi removed her bloody nails from her head. Her jaw ached from the pressure that had been placed upon it when she gritted her teeth. She shook with fear as she realized what she had seen; a nuclear explosion, one that devastated the planet.
“Had anozer vision, eh?” A black figure filled her sight as he stood in the illuminated doorway; the light bent around him as if trying to see past. He spoke with a heavy German accent.
“And if I did?” Zenzi replied, her accent matching his with perfection.
The figure laughed. “What did you see this time?”
Her head was pounding dully and her heart was racing. She looked at the man with narrow eyes. “Nothing that would jeopardize you in this war. It was simply the outcome if your nuclear project were to have a mishap. So I guess you could say that if would jeopardize you in this war.”
“Nothing is going to jeprordize us winning this war!” The figure exclaimed as something slapped against the metal bars of the cage that held Zenzi. That something, she concluded, was a shoe.
“Then I suggest you drop the nuclear project, or none of you will win the war.” Zenzi said warningly as another shoe slammed into the bars.
“Be quiet!” The figure snapped. “You do not dictate me!”
“That’s funny. I was created to foresee the future and yet when I do, no one is listening.” Zenzi retored. “You all must enjoy the thought of mass destruction of even youselves.”
“I SAID SILENCE!” Another shoe slammed into the bars and the cage rocked, nearly falling on its side. “You will learn to have respect for us.”
“So you say.” Zenzi replied. The cage was suddenly flipped over and she banged her small, blonde head against the bars. Blood escaped from the wound, matting together chucks of silky hair. She stared at the figure through the bars with a glare that would have made most feel as if they were looking into the eyes to a killer. Her icy blue eyes held nothing but boiling hatred for the man that stood before her prison
“You. Will. Learn. Respect.” The man enunciated
Rage boiled inside Zenzi’s small body like a pot of water left on a burner. Unable to bare it any longer, she drew her leg back and kicked at the barred door as hard as she possibly could. It flew open, the lock knocked loose when the cage flipped, and slammed into knee of the man. He howled in pain as Zenzi, not hesitating for even a second, darted from the cage.
Once in the hallway, she was nearly blinded by the light, but she didn’t stop running. Anything, anyone that even attempted to stand between her and the outside world was knocked and shoved to the side. She had been forced to undergo many physical tests, but none of them compared to the struggle she was facing as she ran through the long, seemingly endless halls. She wasn’t the fastest runner and wasn’t exactly the most fit; anyone who spent most of their life locked in a cage meant for some kind of animal wouldn’t be fit. Her bare feet were already sore from slapping the hard tile below them and the spot on the back of her head was throbbing painfully.
“Stop her damn it!” The man yelled as he chased after her. She desperately, oh so desperately, wanted to stop, but the thought of what they might do to her if she was caught kept her moving.
If it weren’t for the countless times she had seen the floor plans of the lab, she would have been lost in seconds. There were three more left turns, two flights of stairs, a right, and another left before she would burst through the front door into the snowy streets of Germany. Her only issue was what to do after that; she had been so caught up in her escape that she didn’t think to create a plan of any kind. For this, she cursed herself.
When she reached the two flights of stairs, several scientists were already waiting for her. In her current situation she had two options, run and hope they didn’t grab her, or fight and risk the chance of defeat. Then, as if to help her, a loud explosion rattled the building. Zenzi lost her balance and stumbled sideways, nearly falling into the wall. Noticing that the scientists before her had done the same, she took the chance and darted up the stairs.
There was another tremendous explosion and again, the blonde staggered sideways. Large metallic chunks of ceiling came tumbling down around her followed by bits of rock and dust from the earthen roof above. Liquids and whatnot had been spilled onto the floor causing the tile below to become slick.
A third explosion shook the lab, but Zenzi was finally to the door. She pushed the heavy iron doors open and darted into the streets. Old masses of buildings, remains from the war of 2700, lined the streets and the debris was hidden by the white snow below. Off in the distance, she could see a line of odd looking vehicles, ones that looked like tanks and other weapons of war. Desperate not to become a apart of the pandemonium, Zenzi made her way down the street.
The air was thick and almost impossible to breathe in. Zenzi struggled to move as the effects of the atmosphere’s gasses took its toll on her lungs; she began to suffocate in the oxygen deprived air. No longer able to move, Zenzi collapsed; her face changing color as the world around her darkened. Not even the hard ground below her could stop the feeling of falling.
Darling, you'd make a lovely corpse.
Last edited by sakura_blossom; 01-01-2012 at 06:28 PM.