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Exe's Journey
Topic Started: Apr 14 2009, 06:29 PM (28 Views)
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On the run from some evil people huh? I used to have characters just like that. They were quite fun to play, like I know this is going to be. Mwahaha...what first now? I could make a hurricane appear out of nowhere. That would be loads of fun. But I'll be somewhat nice and give you something just a bit more low-key.

Well, some guys were eyeing you across the way. They looked around at each other before one started to swagger up to you. This couldn't be good. Not at all. The punk, some dark-skinned junkie looking guy, growled at you before flashing a knife. "You wanna get out of here, ass," the guy said, making sure what he said was not a question. "Or me and my buddies will show you what we do to asses that come this way." The guy's buddies were were also fondling their pockets and one looked like he had some small handgun. Well crap.
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Exe

Fifteen minutes earlier.

Terminate him.

Exe quickly strode through the flashing halls of the Sanctuary, cold eyes staring straight ahead, not straying to either side. He was on a mission of pure defiance and utter betrayal, and nothing was going to stand in his way. Nothing at all, not any kind of distraction, not any kind of obstacle, not the Arbitors, not a single thing was going to stand in his bloody way. He had to get out of here. He had defied them, he had denied them, he had done the one thing that a weapon was not supposed to do. He had refused to fire for his owner.

Behind him, he heard more alarms fire, and metal doors began to slam shut throughout the area. The secondary alarm systems were going off, and the whole building was going into immediate lockdown. It would start from outside, and move quickly to the center. He was on the outside floors of the facility, in a maze of hallways that led deeper within the place, and labrinyth of closets that held ancient information from ancient projects. Gritting his teeth, he pushed his stride harder, faster, right on the edge of breaking into a run. The sirens and slamming doors weren't making him nervous in any way, they were just reminding him of the danger that he was in, on how close his pursuers were. It also reminded him that he had the whole facility after him now. Biting his lip in concentration, he replayed his plan of action through his head. He had to the third alarm, which had about five minutes before it went off. That was when the actual police force was called, when everyone and their sisters were set loose to find the problem, and every single exit out of the building was blocked off. He wasn't as much worried about the first two, as the third. With the first and second lockdowns, all of the obvious exits were blocked off. Doors were sealed shut on the outside perimeters, certian ones were sealed on the inside areas, and transportation to and from the area were immediately stopped. With the third alarm, the sewer systems and waterways were plugged up, preventing any kind of escape through those areas. This was only used as a last resort, because generally, plugging up every hole in a sewer system was a bad idea. Water flow stopped, had a chance of building up, and there would be problems with the city government wondering who had screwed with their sewer systems. No, the third lockdown did alot of illegal things, but once they used it, you knew they were serious. Dead serious.

And he needed those sewer systems unplugged to get where he needed to go.

Turning a corner, a new sound reached his ears. The sound of running boots. Unblinking, he swerved his stride, and grabbed the doorknob to a closet door that he was just about to pass. There were tons of them out here, filled to the brim with random information the Arbitors had decided was out of date. As the sound of running boots approached the opposite end of the hall, the one he needed to go down, he was quick to pull open the closet door, slide inside the darkness, and gently close the door behind him. Blinking in the sudden darkness, he mentally checked over his physical being, making sure his body was meeting the common standards for stealth. Steadied breathing that was almost completely silent, his body balanced on the heels of his feet so he was standing lightly, and the rest of his physical self stuck in a completely silent mood. The world paused around him, and everything was still.

He could hear footsteps approaching the door.

Slowly moving one of his hands, he felt it slide over something hard, round, and metallic. Grasping it, he waited for the door to open, for whoever was on the other side to go for the closet. It was an obvious hiding place, he knew, but maybe it was too obvious? Or maybe they hadn't even heard him moving in the first place? No, no, that was too naive. The door was opening. He didn't even wait.

Kicking the door open the rest of the way, one of the more common members of the Arbitors, a young lad dressed in pure black, stumbled back, surprised. Exe took the moment, the second, and lept forward, springing off his heels, drawing back the hand that held whatever metal object he had found, and then thrusting the hand forward as his body came down. With a loud smacking sound, the metal object hit, the boy's forehead crumpled, and he dropped to the floor. Not even breaking a sweat, Exe grabbed the boy with one hand, hurled his body into the closet, and slammed the door closed.

He started moving again, heading toward one of the sewer entryways. In one minute, he would be in the city sewer systems.

In three, he would be out into the streets.
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He kept to the back areas of Kijustu, the slums, even though one could consider the whole city "slums". He had decided it would be best to leave the place as soon as possible, so he did, heading toward the border of the city as fast as he possibly could on back streets and alleys. This was perhaps not the quickest, and perhaps not the safest, but it was indeed the most discreet. He kept a quick stride, taking a few bits of brainpower to mentally check himself over again. He was in jeans and a t-shirt, the clothes loose enough to give him freedom of movement, but thick enough to keep him warm. His heart rate was fine, as normal, and he was breathing steadily. He realized he was still holding the metallic object he had grabbed in that one closet, and for the first time ever, he actually took a look at it.

It was a Pokeball.

Blinking, he paused, staring down at it. What the hell was he supposed to do with this? Images and words from his previous training flashed through his mind. Let it out, see what it was, if he could take it, do so. If he could not, recapture it, and find out a way to kill it.

But that was what they had said to do. And he was no longer a part of them.

That was when the voice of the punks reached his ears.
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