Post by Nasakeshira on Feb 24, 2011 19:41:29 GMT -5
"Agh... agh... Agh choo!" Corvun's breath plumed as he sneezed, they were nearing their destination. He was on a small single mast government slave ship. Opening one of his eyes lazily he observed his surrounding for the umpteenth time. It seemed that for miles in the distance that mist and fog surrounded them. Another sneeze somewhere in the packed boat. Closing his eyes he tried to sleep again trying to drown out his situation. Bound together by Kairoseki handcuffs with thirty other strangers. Another cough closer this time, Corvun deciding to give a quick glance at the person he suspected gave him the coughs. When he glanced over he couldn't help but stare, who knew such a sad scene could still happen these days? The suspect was a family of four, fatherless apparently. They were dressed in rags and only had a thin blanket. The raspy dehydrated voice of a mother spoke to comfort the coughing children.
Corvun contemplated quietly about generously donating their blanket to them, "well... I could give them my blanket, but I am cold myself. I might also get yelled at for getting up." Muttering for about three more coughs he finally decided to slide his butt over to the family. Taking off his blanket he offered one of his warm layers to family. A loud voice boomed amidst the silence, "did I say you could move?" The slavemaster suddenly went off on Corvun, screaming and spewing spit waking up some of the other slaves. The red head remained silent as he received the fury of his new master. After letting off the initial anger he became quiet and turned his back to the slaves. A minute turning into three minutes, three minutes turning into an thirty minutes, thirty minutes turning into an hour before anyone spoke. When suddenly a slaver yelled, "get up YOU mongrels! You're here!" A giant bridge loomed into sight, ice forming at the base of the support structure. In the distance you could here the sounds of construction, foreboding what was to come. The slaves reluctantly woke up, bound by chains some did not, could not get up. They had died from the cold. The boat docked silently, "aye. You pieces of sh*t gonna make me I mean us! Lotsa money, eh? Hope you enjoyed your last moments of freedom." The slavers laughed as they herded the slaves forward. The Marines and Government agents cut their chains and through the dead into the water. Just ahead there was a branding station, people were marked with a slashed circle and the World Government's insignia representing the eternal work they would be forced to work as slaves.
Eventually, it was Corvun's turn. They stuck their hands in his mouth checking his dental care. Asking the slavers about his health, after a second of talking they marked him with a pen and said clear. Pushing him forward he continued walking, a man with a large iron rod stood in front of him. Forcing him onto his knees, they tore off his shirt. The man with the iron rod put it into the flames, glowing white hot the man branded the red head. The brander stabbed him in the upper right area of his chest. Letting out a howling scream of pain Corvun blacked out. Forever to be rejected by the World.
Corvun contemplated quietly about generously donating their blanket to them, "well... I could give them my blanket, but I am cold myself. I might also get yelled at for getting up." Muttering for about three more coughs he finally decided to slide his butt over to the family. Taking off his blanket he offered one of his warm layers to family. A loud voice boomed amidst the silence, "did I say you could move?" The slavemaster suddenly went off on Corvun, screaming and spewing spit waking up some of the other slaves. The red head remained silent as he received the fury of his new master. After letting off the initial anger he became quiet and turned his back to the slaves. A minute turning into three minutes, three minutes turning into an thirty minutes, thirty minutes turning into an hour before anyone spoke. When suddenly a slaver yelled, "get up YOU mongrels! You're here!" A giant bridge loomed into sight, ice forming at the base of the support structure. In the distance you could here the sounds of construction, foreboding what was to come. The slaves reluctantly woke up, bound by chains some did not, could not get up. They had died from the cold. The boat docked silently, "aye. You pieces of sh*t gonna make me I mean us! Lotsa money, eh? Hope you enjoyed your last moments of freedom." The slavers laughed as they herded the slaves forward. The Marines and Government agents cut their chains and through the dead into the water. Just ahead there was a branding station, people were marked with a slashed circle and the World Government's insignia representing the eternal work they would be forced to work as slaves.
Eventually, it was Corvun's turn. They stuck their hands in his mouth checking his dental care. Asking the slavers about his health, after a second of talking they marked him with a pen and said clear. Pushing him forward he continued walking, a man with a large iron rod stood in front of him. Forcing him onto his knees, they tore off his shirt. The man with the iron rod put it into the flames, glowing white hot the man branded the red head. The brander stabbed him in the upper right area of his chest. Letting out a howling scream of pain Corvun blacked out. Forever to be rejected by the World.