Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-24416658-20151002030554/@comment-26571677-20151101083925

Each step felt like a marathon, each tiny, tiny movement felt like he was lugging concrete behind him.

Well, whatever they had injected him with, it worked pretty darn well, he'd give them that at least.

He checked his Scroll, still another kilometre to go. He'd never make it that far, even now, he could feel his eyelids...slowly.......drooping......

NO! He wasn't going to sleep now, not after all he'd been through to get into this GODDAMNED GROUP! But, sleep was so...inviting......No, uh uh, no...happening...

He pulled out Arkhalis and looked at it, muttering,

"My Best Friend, you'll always be there for me, won't you?"

He switched it into pistol form, and pointed it at the meaty part of his earlobe. He closed his eyes, and pulled the trigger.

The sound sent him stumbling on his feet, the pain, incredible, like a hot knife through butter, he saw the blood on his hands and knew that it was gonna hurt in the morning.

Still, it had worked, he was fully awake, if in massive pain. So he started to run, once he was done, he'd have some sweet, sweet revenge.