To FarA Story by Richard Anthony Goulart
Waking from the sleep he never remembered entering, Stan Curnel, opened his eyes and attempted to look about him but his eyes had not adjusted yet and therefore e could not see anything more than a few inches in front of him. He tried to move his legs and arms, but found that they were being held in place with chains.
Looking out his eyes adjusted enough that he saw the silhouettes of six men standing guard in a small semi-circle in front of him, whether to keep him from leaving or from someone from attacking him he knew not, though he suspected that it was a mixture of both.
Seeing no way that he could get out of this particular situation Stan decided not to waste energy that he might need later and instead focused on trying to clear his mind of the fog that clouded how exactly he had gotten here.
There was a commotion in front of him and he glanced up to see two of the men move aside and bow there heads gently in a sign of respect and let a man pass before taking up their positions once more.
"Stan Curnel," the man said with a booming voice, "long have I waited to meet you, the product of a project long ago destroyed. How are you? Well besides being tied up that is."
"Wh- Who are you," Stan asked as he could not see the man's face, what with it being covered in shadows and all.
"Ah," he sighed and stepped forward showing his face. "My name is already aware to you as are the things that I have done and the memories that I have left. My advice to you is that you should turn away from the demons that you face at this moment and turn your undivided attention to the situation at hand, for you have a choice to make, and a choice you have to make indeed."
With that the man stood back up and clapped his hands once. At the sound a hundred lights blared showering the place with a brilliant white light and uncovered the most horrible scene Stan could ever had come to face.
They were in a large circular room that must have been a quarter mile in diameter. The walls were over three stories tall and it was on the walls that the lights were on. there were three rows of lights that were all equally spaced from each other, not more than a half a foot apart, and they ringed the whole room. Stan was tied to one end of the room and from where he was he could see that the men he had thought were guarding him were in fact guarding two other people across the room. Max Curnel and Amanda Camp sat on their knees with gags in their mouths and their hands tied behind their backs.
Stan immediately started to struggle against the chains, but they held fast.
The man that had spoken started to slowly walk towards the other two children as he said in a loud clear voice, "You, Stan Curnel, have caused me a great deal of hurt these past few months and I am quite surprised that you have lasted this long, despite the many men that I have sent to capture you."
"They were weak," Stan responded with an evil that did not match his age. "Why will you not fight me yourself, rather you resort to trickery and bribes to catch me unawares and stab me in the back. Wh-"
"Silence!!" The man said this calmly but with steel. At his word Stan was no longer able to speak and try as he might nothing so much as a sound came from his mouth. "You shall not speak to me unless I feel like hearing your voice, which at the moment I do not." The man paused a moment and than said, "Do you know what this hall is?" Without waiting for the answer he continued, "This hall is the place where, many many years ago, a blood oath ceremony took place to give a sacrifice to the great Greek God Zeus. They would go so far as too kill their own child if they felt that the God had asked them to.
However the locals found out about the happenings and decided that it was high time to put and end to it. So they put together a small force and stormed the place and arrested everyone inside. You see though, after they examined the place they found a high level of hallucinogenics and thus closed this place off to the rest of the public. It has obviously been cleaned since than, yet the townsfolk still to this day steer clear of for fear of whatever the rumor is these days. This means that whatever I do no one will think twice about it, that is if they hear anything." At the conclusion of his small speech he walked over to Max and Amanda and put his hands behind his back.
"As for your choice you must choose which one you will sacrifice to Zeus or you can join my ranks as we storm the capitol," With that he pulled two guns from behind his back and put them each to Amanda and Max's head.
© 2011 Richard Anthony Goulart
Added on December 5, 2011
Last Updated on December 5, 2011
Richard Anthony Goulart
Little Rock, AR
AboutHEY!!!!! The name is Richard and I am a straight goof. I play and goof around at everything that I do and I wont stop it no matter what. Many, many times people have told me that I play too much an.. more..