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!!!

[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."