Sirin, Couldn't resist myself Options

[Sirin]

Well, I found myself lacking in Mabriel's story.... After I bought Oblivion (which, oddly enough, doesn't want to work for me...) I lost track of her. So here's Sirin.

I sat motionless, staring at the blank, stone wall. This wall is all that separates me from the outside. I didn't blink. I didn't even bother to breathe. Life seemed to stop. Here I had sat, in the Imperial prison, for three weeks. Why? I was a criminal. Prison is where all criminals wound up. Foolish reason.... I had asked myself this question for all of the twenty one days I had sat in my cell. Sure, criminals get locked up, but why am I in here? I suddenly drew in a sharp breath. Memories flooded in my mind's eye. I had been betrayed...

Three weeks ago, I, Sirin Kalimian, was a free Redguard. A free, wealthy Redguard, at that. I had led a dishonest, but profitable lifestyle. I had been involved in smuggling, theft, and other various vices. It was risky, yes, but I was good at it. Was good at it. An Imperial patrol had discovered crates of skooma in some commoner's home. The commoner had made a plea to the Thieve's guild before the patrol raided his house. He had needed the money from skooma badly, and would be killed without it. He was reminded that he would be imprisoned, and ran little risk of being murdered. However, he had claimed that he owed the money to the Dark Brotherhood. That's a serious problem... The guild had sent me to retrieve the skooma while it was en route to Castle Anvil. I HAD retrieved the skooma, but had been ambushed afterwards.

The Imperial fools had used the "commoner" to catch me. The Thieve's guild had even helped them, intentionally sending me to my grave, so to speak. I had been beaten and dragged into the prison. So, here I sat. Before I was aware of what I was doing, I caught myself scrawling on the rough stone wall. "Vengeance" "That's right," I said, "I will have vengeance."


That's all I got for now. Evening. I love comments!!!

[Kayla]

Excellent beginning! I will read more!

I look forward to updates!

[minque]

Nice! good start, keep it up, mate just you keep it up..

[Fuzzy Knight]

Agree with the other posts here, very nice and discriptive start - Hope to see a update soon

[jack cloudy]

Oh, Vengeance is a deadly motiv. Great start.

[Sirin]

Ah.... Update... I love it.... Part 2

I stared at my inscription for some time, allowing hate and rage to fill my thoughts. Scholars and philosophers would say that these feelings would cloud my judgment, but I would beg to differ. If I had the strength I needed, I could punch through the cursed wall that sealed me off from the world.

Suddenly, footsteps crashed into my thoughts. I turned around to see a heavily armored guard trudging towards me. He was carrying a food tray, which I imagined was my lunch. Good, at least he's proving his worth somehow... I gazed at the tray longingly, at then quickly glanced into his eyes. The hunched man was scowling at me, revealing a set of hideous teeth.

"So, are you going to give me my food?" I asked after he had been standing in front of my cell for some time. "Or are you going to eat it yourself?" He grunted loudly and promptly dumped the contents of my tray on the dusty ground. He glared at me; at glared at him. He slowly turned around and walked away. "Are you planning on cleaning that up, pig?" I called out as he vanished from the hallway.

Thankfully, he had only dropped my food a few inches away from the cell door, so I easily snaked my scrawny arms through the bars and grabbed it. Finally recognizing the overbearing hunger in my stomach, I sank my teeth into a piece of moldy bread. Ah! fine dining! I had devoured the food in no time at all. After the last bite of plague food was consumed, I weakly crawled over to my bedroll and closed my eyes.

I couldn't have slept for more than a few hours when light peeled my eyes open again. I felt a sharp stone rebound off of my head, and I looked up to see the guard who ruined my food throwing rocks at me. I hastily jumped up and reached through the bars, grabbing the man's pudgy throat. He cried out, so I dug my fingers in deeper. The light in his eyes was dimming when more guards bolted around the corner. A fist shot through the bars and was planted in my fist. After having been awake for no more than several minutes, darkness flooded my vision.

I woke up in a different cell, one darker than my former 'lodgings'. I swung out towards the wall, hoping to quell my frustration through violence, but my fist didn't move an inch. I tried to move my other fist, so I could feel it, but it too was unmovable. I rubbed my face against the both of them to feel metal. I had gauntlets on my hands! Why me? I groaned softly as my head drooped down onto my chest. I would never have the strength to move the gloves of metal. Sorrow consumed me, and I eventually fell into a tear-driven sleep.

Hope you guys enjoy it.

This post has been edited by Sirin: May 6 2006, 03:40 PM

[jack cloudy]

I enjoy it.
Those guards had better be nice to Sirin. From what little I know of him (Mabriel's story), he can be one mean little critter.

[Elidor]

Hehe I like it. I'll be following it so keep updating

[Sirin]

Part 3

I awoke suddenly, but I wasn't sure if I was actually awake. Confusion ran rampant in my mind. I hoped I was dreaming, for this was a nightmare. I felt awake and alert, but I couldn't see a thing. Suddenly, it dawned on me. They moved me. Now, I'm sitting in the lightless, god forsaken place with steel gauntlets weighing me down. I found myself hoping that someday I could move the gauntlets, so I could escape. And have my vengeance! Yes, and have my vengeance.

A sliver of light broke the makeshift peace. It was a heavenly thing, that lone beam. Suddenly, a rusty iron plate interrupted the ray and slid into my cell. Food! As the door slowly creaked shut, taking with it my precious light, I struggle to move to my plate. However, I had as much success as I would have with two boats tied to my weakened hands. Again, despair leaked into my mind.

I laid myself down on the floor and gazed at what I hoped was the ceiling. I would never be able to move again. I would only be able to sit and lay, and hope for death to come quickly. Don't think like that! You'll never make it out of here if you keep whining like this!!! I couldn't help it! I was forever anchored to this lone, cold floor. Besides, what did I have waiting for me on the outside? I had no family. I had no friends. I had no one to help me. The only companionship that awaited me was that of the guards, as they led me back to prison.

You have revenge. I DID have revenge. My body felt light again. Inspiration and hope drove out the despair. You WILL kill them. ALL of them. I twisted my hand, trying to get my fist planted on the ground. The rough steel dug into my flesh, causing me to gasp with pain. I kept fighting though. My only hope was through trials like this. Finally, my steel plated knuckles rested on the concrete floor. I panted for breath for a moment, pushing away the oncoming dizzyness. I repeated the process for my next hand, again beating back the pain.

I was on my hands and knees now, and I had a vague impression of where my meal was. I moved my left knee first, sliding it closer to my hands. Then I tried to move one of the gauntlets. It was a failure, at first. I couldn't slide it an inch. Revenge.... The pig of a guard appeared in my mind. I recalled the invigoration as I tried to strangle him. The gauntlet grated slowly across the stony ground. The other followed. For being so stationary not long ago, I was picking up progress.

Finally, triumphantly, I sank down next to my plate. I dipped my face down to the floor, and only tasted rock. Now this is a challenge... I moved my head to the right, and again met with the floor. To the left, same story. I dragged myself an inch farther though, and, at last, found the plate. I grabbed a piece of meat with my teeth and let it drop into my mouth. I chewed it, gratefully, and laid down face first. I had a satisfied belly and visions of glory. I slept well that night.

[Taillus]

This has the feelings of a spectacular story in the works. I love the description of the prison and how he was fighting with himself. I absolutely loved it! Please continue...

[minque]

Mmmm what Taillus just said! And I agree...continue please.......

[Sirin]

Thanks for the comments and such. Gves me inspiration! Part 4

Waking up, I could have sworn that it was a bit lighter in my cell. More joy filled my soul. After being stuck in this hell hole for so long, I was developing sight in the dark. This will be handy... After allowing my body to fully recover from sleep, I began my plans for revenge. It was a simple scheme: Break through the door and kill everyone who stands in my way. However, I knew I had a difficult journey between this rough idea and execution. Best be getting started.

I rolled over on my belly and, spreading the thick "fingers" of the gauntlet wide, braced my palms on the floor. I pushed against the ground with all my might, but couldn't lift myself. I spat out curses and threats (to myself?) but none of these pushed me up. Goals. I needed goals. Once again, the silvery mists of my mind spun together an image of violence. Bearing my gauntlets like weapons, instead of weights, I pictured myself smashing through row after row of Imperial guards. I felt my cracked lips peeling into a wicked grin.

The very thought of massacring my enemies gave strength to my limp muscles. Trembling horribly, I shoved myself into the air. I wanted in the worst way to drop myself, but I knew that holding myself up would build even more power. I squeezed my eyes shut, and desperately shook off the sweat that streamed over my face. Finally, my hands gave way and I collapsed to the floor. All hail Sirin! Completer of a push up!

I continued on with my "workout" for several more weeks, each day increasing my push ups by one. One day, however, a guard stopped by my cell. He cracked open the door, causing myself to squint in the blinding light, and called out my name.

"Sirin," he said. "You've got...uh....a visitor." I was silent for a moment or two, taking in the thought. [/I]A visitor? I have a visitor? The guard threw open the door, obviously annoyed by my silence. "Well, are you even alive in there, kid?" he asked. I lifted my gauntleted arm, shielding my eyes from the full on wave of light. He looked stunned that I could even move the piece of armor, but he was taken aback when I stood straight.

"Tell my guest...tell him I will meet him here," I said eventually.

"C'mon, kid," the guard groaned. "Any normal man won't want to sit in a dark cell with someone like you!"

"Well, if he's a normal man, then I don't want to see him. But tell him to come here, if he dares." The guard looked at me for some time, probably deciding if he should do what I told him. [I]And he will, if he wants to live when I get out of here... He reluctantly paced off, shutting the door behind him. I sat in the darkness for a few minutes, staring at the walls. My night vision had increased surprisingly in the past several days. I could see almost everything in my cell.

I had almost forgotten about my visitor when the door was opened again. The guard stood in front of a shrouded man, whose eyes seemed to gaze straight through me and into the darkness of my soul. The shrouded man muttered a quick 'Thank you' to the guard and stepped inside my cell. The door was shut once more, and we sat alone in the dark.

"Who are you?" I asked, after the man had remained silent. "What do you want from me?" I saw him pull back his hood, and lean closer to me. Shaggy grey hair shot out as the hood left.

"I have a proposition for you," he simply stated. He fell silent again, letting his remark hang like a trap between us. I finally gave in.

"How cliche. Is it one I couldn't refuse?" I asked sarcastically.

"That's right." A sly smile appeared on his face. "You won't refuse it. I know all about you, Sirin Kalimian. I know that you have no allegiances. I also know that, once I leave, you will have no qualms about threatening me from the safety of your cell." Clever, that one. "However, I also know that there is no such thing as safety, not even in this cell. And you, my friend, value your life." All this he said with such calm, such ease, that it terrified me like nothing else.

"Who are you?" I seethed through my teeth. I fought wildly to control my fear, but this man had an icy grip on my emotions. I was his victim.

"I am your worst nightmare." His words couldn't have been more unoriginal, but they couldn't have been more horrible, either. He WAS my worst nightmare. "I am willing to let you live, and be free, if you listen to what I tell you." Hundreds of thoughts ran through my mind. Should I kill him now? Could I even kill him? What's the harm in listening to what he says? What am I getting myself into? I buried my face in my hands and sighed heavily.

"Fine," I muttered reluctantly. "Speak."

[Mazelure]

Nice... I realy like were this is going.

Kudos Sirin...Kudos

[DarkHunter]

Excellent! Sorry i didn't notice it earlirer

This post has been edited by DarkHunter: May 7 2006, 05:29 PM

[jack cloudy]

Now now, I am so getting interested. Keep it up. But don't let him stay in his cell for too long. Before you know it, his muscles have grown so big, he can't even fit through the door! But then, he can probably just punch through the walls at that point.

[Kiln]

Great job Sirin, hope you find the time to continue soon.

[Sirin]

Thanks, guys, for all the comments and stuff. I really want to update, but it's Finals week and I got all sorts of crap going on for now. But...#1: Jack, I actually considered letting him punch through the wall . But that's not going to happen now. And he WILL be getting out soon. Also, keep it up with the Cursed Blood. Probably my favorite story on this site! #2 Mazelure, thanks for the Kudos. Have you ever eaten a Kudo? Not important. I like your story as well ! Keep it up! Signing off.

[Taillus]

Way to go Sirin! It seems that the next generation of stories here have definately consumed my Xander story... I am going to have to pull up my socks for sure.

World Class story in the making!

[minque]

Very good update Sirin, well written and so intriguing, keep it up!

[Sirin]

Buahahahaha! Update! Well, I'm gonna try to make this worth while. Try to enjoy.... Part 5

"I'm glad you see things my way," gloated the terrible man. "Sirin, are you familiar with diseases?"

I lifted an eyebrow at his random question, but answered honestly. "Yes. Well, I know some of them. The common ones." Even in the darkness, I could see his satisfaction.

"Good, good. Are you familiar with..." He paused suddenly, looking around as if he actually thought someone was listening. "Are you familiar with Lycanthropy?" I leaned against a wall and shook my head. It had only occured to me that he might not share my sharpened vision when he continued. "Perhaps you know of Porphyc Hemophilia?"

My eyes widened slowly. What's he getting at? "Yes, I have." He nodded triumphantly. "It's the....Vampire's Disease."

"Or so they call it," he added hastily. "Lycanthropy is a similar disease. It's symptoms include lust for blood and flesh. However, it shows itself only on certain evenings."

If my eyes could have gotten any wider, they did. "On a full moon?" I asked in a choked voice. I had never heard of the proper name of it, but the "disease" itself was known to me. The man developed a sudden, proud gleam in his eye.

"That's right. The victim, if you can call it that, tends to...change under the light of a full moon. His hair grows rapidly, and his body takes on the form of..."

"A werewolf," I interrupted.

"That's right, again," he cried joyously. He gradually took on a softer, darker tone. "One hundred and thirty-two years ago, I was inflicted with Lycanthropy." I shrank against the wall. This man is a werewolf. "Since then, I have searched out fellow werewolves, and we have formed a strong allegiance. However, we have been pestered continuously by the vampires of Nirn. Because of the constance of their vampirism, though, they have been able to harass us while our powers await the full moon.

"Some of us have found, or even developed, magical artifacts that allow us to change at will, but the remainder lie waiting for the moon. Our strength, though always available, is no match for their speed and grace. Our numbers are dwindling. I have watched you for some time now. You are a prime candidate to fill our ranks."

"You want ME to become a werewolf?" I cried, cowering even farther back into the wall. "I can't do it. I WON'T do it!"

"Oh, trust me," the werewolf...man said threateningly. "You WILL become one of us. You have no choice." He slowly stood, closed his eyes, and stretched out his arms. Upon one of his hands, I saw a silver ring with a ruby stone embedded in it. The ruby glowed, and the man changed.

I stood shaking, and slid over to a corner. The man started to shrink, at first. He grew hunched, and grey hair shot from his body. He threw his shirt and pants off as a sickening cracking filled my cell. His face became much longer, until it was that of a wolf. His nails turned into claws. All this consumed only fifteen seconds. My back slid down the corner, and I sat trembling on the floor. The beast turned, and walked toward me. Raising a clawed hand, he sliced me across the chest, digging deep into my flesh. Then it was over, and the next thing I knew, the grey haired man was standing against the other wall.

A guard burst into the room, and demanded an explanation for the ruckus. The lycan cried out that I had attacked him, and he defended himself. The guard looked doubtingly at the deep scratches in my chest, but escorted the man out regardless. I was left in the darkness, trying painfully to cry out in objection. What's happening to me?