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[Ares didn't remembering waking up nor going to sleep. One moment he was walking to a fight in a warehouse close to the club, the next his eyes were opening. His legs hung over the side of the bed and he was sitting straight up staring at the golden walls. The sheets on the bed he was sitting in were as bright as fresh blood and oriental cherry blossoms detailed the pillow cases. Everything was so incredibly silent and clean. So much more clean than he would expect. Part of him blamed it on the last time they were kidnapped and thrown into a different world.
He stood up without a sound and started looking through the room frantically. If it was like last time then he needed a weapon. Beasts probably roamed the halls. Every draw was pulled out, but he found each of them empty- except for the one bible in the top drawer. Picking it up, he flipped it over in his hand. 'What the hell?' He threw it against the wall in frustration. There was nothing for him to use. 'FUCK!' His voice echoed in the room. Stomping into the bathroom, the pipes complained for a moment before water flowed out. At least there was clean water.
Closing his eyes, Ares didn't notice the water sputter and turn as deep of a red as the sheet on the bed. He splashed his face a few times, breathing deeply. Why couldn't he just leave in fucking peace? Or what he found peaceful. All Ares wanted was a goddamned war. People against people; not against creatures they didn't fucking know. The Apocalypse had been easier for him than most. It had given him and outlet to his anger. But he had been in a position to get weapons from rundown buildings. At least this room had nothing to offer him.
Where ever Ares went on his floor, the silence was broken by a high pitched, screeching noise. Subtle at first, it grew in intensity until it felt like it was a hot poker piercing his skull. On top of that he could barely make out the sound of voices. The few times he tried to follow the voices he ended up down another strange hallway. It was like the floor went on forever. There were people on his floor, he knew this to be true, but he never could find them.
He had spent the last day creeping from room to room, watching the shadows, looking for things for him to use. Looking for people. He had been reading the few forum posts, but since he wasn't all too sure on what was out there he decided to stay quiet. The noise was scratching at every nerve in his body, pulling them so thin and tight that the sound produced would match the one he couldn't get away from.
Stumbling into the first open room he had come across in a day, he read the number to himself. It had been the room he trashed the first day. When he stepped inside though, he found it as emaculate as when he 'woke' up. There was no way, he hadn't seen a single guest on the floor let alone a maid to clean up after him. Maybe he was remembering the room number wrong. It could be a totally different room. Looking out into the hall, he checked the number, but when he turned back the place was trashed- just the way he had left it.
Ares looked around in shock. 'Nice work you did there.' A man's voice said from behind him. Everything about the man was dark, his black hair slicked back with far too much gel, his eyes seemed to go one forever and even his vintage suit was black. 'Who the fuck are you?' The man just smirked, his face twisting cruelly and the noise seemed to magnify with his expression. 'A friend. The only one you have. They're out for you, you know. That bastard knight that keeps your daughter away from you so he can fill her head with lies and all his little buddies. Makes you out to be the bad guy, doesn't he?' Every word out of his mouth echoed softly within Ares' head. His voice dampened the noise, where the brief pauses allowed it to return with a vengence. 'Everyone hates you but me, Ares. Fucking hippy world that can't handle a god of war in their midst. Haven't you heard them talking? They're all together planning on using you as a sacrifice to whatever creatures live here.'
Without much thought Ares lunged forward to grab the man by his throat. He was sick of people acting like they fucking cared. Ares was aware that even his sisters thought he was just someone who deserved what was coming to him. The man was right they didn't fucking understand him. Still Ares just wanted a person to take his pain out on, but the man side stepped before his hand could reach landing him on the floor instead. The man kicked him in the face a few times. 'I'm not the one you should be attacking.' He said in-between each kick. A vicious smile spread across his face, his eyes turned pure black. When the kicking stopped, Ares got to his feet. Wiping blood from his lip, he glared at the strange man. He didn't seem like anyone he knew from the forums, but he knew about things that only they would know.
'Use this...' The man pulled out a metal pipe from behind the door frame.'Help me use it on those that deserve it.'
He stood up without a sound and started looking through the room frantically. If it was like last time then he needed a weapon. Beasts probably roamed the halls. Every draw was pulled out, but he found each of them empty- except for the one bible in the top drawer. Picking it up, he flipped it over in his hand. 'What the hell?' He threw it against the wall in frustration. There was nothing for him to use. 'FUCK!' His voice echoed in the room. Stomping into the bathroom, the pipes complained for a moment before water flowed out. At least there was clean water.
Closing his eyes, Ares didn't notice the water sputter and turn as deep of a red as the sheet on the bed. He splashed his face a few times, breathing deeply. Why couldn't he just leave in fucking peace? Or what he found peaceful. All Ares wanted was a goddamned war. People against people; not against creatures they didn't fucking know. The Apocalypse had been easier for him than most. It had given him and outlet to his anger. But he had been in a position to get weapons from rundown buildings. At least this room had nothing to offer him.
Where ever Ares went on his floor, the silence was broken by a high pitched, screeching noise. Subtle at first, it grew in intensity until it felt like it was a hot poker piercing his skull. On top of that he could barely make out the sound of voices. The few times he tried to follow the voices he ended up down another strange hallway. It was like the floor went on forever. There were people on his floor, he knew this to be true, but he never could find them.
He had spent the last day creeping from room to room, watching the shadows, looking for things for him to use. Looking for people. He had been reading the few forum posts, but since he wasn't all too sure on what was out there he decided to stay quiet. The noise was scratching at every nerve in his body, pulling them so thin and tight that the sound produced would match the one he couldn't get away from.
Stumbling into the first open room he had come across in a day, he read the number to himself. It had been the room he trashed the first day. When he stepped inside though, he found it as emaculate as when he 'woke' up. There was no way, he hadn't seen a single guest on the floor let alone a maid to clean up after him. Maybe he was remembering the room number wrong. It could be a totally different room. Looking out into the hall, he checked the number, but when he turned back the place was trashed- just the way he had left it.
Ares looked around in shock. 'Nice work you did there.' A man's voice said from behind him. Everything about the man was dark, his black hair slicked back with far too much gel, his eyes seemed to go one forever and even his vintage suit was black. 'Who the fuck are you?' The man just smirked, his face twisting cruelly and the noise seemed to magnify with his expression. 'A friend. The only one you have. They're out for you, you know. That bastard knight that keeps your daughter away from you so he can fill her head with lies and all his little buddies. Makes you out to be the bad guy, doesn't he?' Every word out of his mouth echoed softly within Ares' head. His voice dampened the noise, where the brief pauses allowed it to return with a vengence. 'Everyone hates you but me, Ares. Fucking hippy world that can't handle a god of war in their midst. Haven't you heard them talking? They're all together planning on using you as a sacrifice to whatever creatures live here.'
Without much thought Ares lunged forward to grab the man by his throat. He was sick of people acting like they fucking cared. Ares was aware that even his sisters thought he was just someone who deserved what was coming to him. The man was right they didn't fucking understand him. Still Ares just wanted a person to take his pain out on, but the man side stepped before his hand could reach landing him on the floor instead. The man kicked him in the face a few times. 'I'm not the one you should be attacking.' He said in-between each kick. A vicious smile spread across his face, his eyes turned pure black. When the kicking stopped, Ares got to his feet. Wiping blood from his lip, he glared at the strange man. He didn't seem like anyone he knew from the forums, but he knew about things that only they would know.
'Use this...' The man pulled out a metal pipe from behind the door frame.'Help me use it on those that deserve it.'