The life of Leaf - a roleplay fanfiction
Jun 9, 2015 13:49:45 GMT -5
Post by Awkward Potato on Jun 9, 2015 13:49:45 GMT -5
Hey guys! It's me yet again, with the first fanfiction I've done in a while.
This is about a roleplay character I have, and her history.
Let's get started!
CHAPTER ONE
The girl huddled in her crate, staying still to try to be unnoticed, only daring to move to gently brush her brown hair away from her eyes, blink, or pull her black wings in closer to her back. It didn't work, of course, and a few minutes later, a whitecoat picked up her crate and carried her into a room. He dumped her out and then retreated to another room with the crate. Her forest green eyes flicked around to study her surroundings after giving the whitecoat a cold stare as he retreated. It was a maze. She sighed. It wasn't just a simple maze, she knew, but didn't know what it was rigged with. The floors and walls were white, no roof to it because there was no need; it was indoors, and anything with wings, like herself, wouldn't have been able to fly out anyway, because there wasn't even room enough in a crate to turn around to make wings slits, at least not ones big enough for a wing to reach out fully. She sighed as a siren sounded, signalling her to run through the maze, but she stayed put. She was instantly shocked with many volts of electricity, and she almost crumpled to the ground. She started running despite the painful shock that had knocked the wind from her, and she soon came to an intersection. She stopped to think, but received another shock, and she randomly chose the left passage. After a bit more running, she stopped at a dead end, and turned back quickly, receiving another shock. Her side's were heaving, and she wasn't even close to the end yet. At another intersection, her gut told her to go right, and she did. After a lot more running and a few more mess ups, she collapsed at the end, glad that no shock greeted her there. She looked back and was horrified at what she saw. Where she had run, there were bloody footprints. Her bloody footprints. She looked down and her bleeding feet confirmed what she saw was real. She was forced through a few more of these maze trials, the maze changing every time. She was finally shoved back into her crate. As she was carried back, she heard a whitecoat say, "Average intelligence level, slightly over average speed and agility..." and a few more statistics that sounded muttered an almost inaudible the further away she was taken.
(End of chapter one)
CHAPTER TWO
The girl again huddled in her crate, this time her hands soaked in the blood from her feet. Her feet would scar, she realized, but it really didn't matter in the long run. She knew how to speak but chose not to, for that would just draw attention. She had spoken to one other person in the world, another mutant that was in the crate next to her. She had told a story of betrayal, of freedom, but she had been killed during an experiment. She didn't really believe the girl, for nobody had escaped from here. She closed her eyes. She remembered all the tests they had done on her, from skin samples to a brain dissection, though they had removed nothing and it had quickly healed. They almost tried to improve her vision, but had reported, just as they were about to start, that the one they had finished just then had only blinded the patient, and they had returned her to her crate, deciding that it would only hinder her 'value'. Not that she thought herself of any. Watching the activity outside with cold eyes, she remembered another experiment done on her specifically. One that had left her with many scars. They had put her in a battle with two Erasers, when she was smaller, younger, weaker. She rubbed the one on her shoulder, and then the many on her legs. She had crumpled to the ground within one minute of that battle, and they had used an oxygen tank and an IV fluid because of the extent of the torture, but had returned her to her crate the next day, her scars then ugly scabs. It had been two tests combined into one; a pain tolerance test combined with a fighting ability test. Her teeth clenched in anger as she recounted these terrible events, and she remembered that they were going to put her through another battle, just like the one before, but of course with the modified Erasers. They would have the advantage, having wings. This was a new upgrade to them, but they were so clumsy, she had heard, that sometimes they just about fell from the air sometimes. Not like she would ever get to use her advantage, anyway. Her wings would still be trapped inside of her shirt, only a few feathers able to stick out. She sighed, then went back to rubbing her still-stinging feet, anger still coursing through her.
CHAPTER THREE
The girl was jolted awake by movement. Knowing the time for the battle had come, she braced herself for impact with the metal floor, which soon came. Her feet by now had already turned into scars, the maze now a thing of the past, yet less than the time span of a week. It was time to face a new challenge now, one she could learn from. Two Erasers soon joined her in the room, morphed, and the dual began. She let them try to land blows, biding her time and letting their confidence grow. She struck a weak blow, another confidence boost, and they both actually laughed at her presumed weakness. She struck then, nailing the first hard in his jaw and hearing a a satisfying crunch as she kicked him in the ribs. The second one lunged, wings out, and she dodged too late, leaving a large gash on her shoulder. She held the wound and blood pooled at her feet, but her eyes shone with determination. She lunged at him, taking him a bit off guard, and he stumbled backwards. She landed a blow to his side, hearing a rib crack under her fist. The first one was already starting to get back up, but she was faster, running over and crushing his throat slowly with her foot, increasing the pressure with each second until he stopped breathing and went limp, but not before clawing her ankle in a last act of desperation. She did the same to the other, leaning against the wall for a few precious seconds, before being shoved into her crate and returned to her original place.
CHAPTER FOUR
W.I.P.
NOTES: This roleplay that this fanfiction is based on is inspired by the Maximum Ride series, written by the amazing James Patterson.
This is about a roleplay character I have, and her history.
Let's get started!
CHAPTER ONE
The girl huddled in her crate, staying still to try to be unnoticed, only daring to move to gently brush her brown hair away from her eyes, blink, or pull her black wings in closer to her back. It didn't work, of course, and a few minutes later, a whitecoat picked up her crate and carried her into a room. He dumped her out and then retreated to another room with the crate. Her forest green eyes flicked around to study her surroundings after giving the whitecoat a cold stare as he retreated. It was a maze. She sighed. It wasn't just a simple maze, she knew, but didn't know what it was rigged with. The floors and walls were white, no roof to it because there was no need; it was indoors, and anything with wings, like herself, wouldn't have been able to fly out anyway, because there wasn't even room enough in a crate to turn around to make wings slits, at least not ones big enough for a wing to reach out fully. She sighed as a siren sounded, signalling her to run through the maze, but she stayed put. She was instantly shocked with many volts of electricity, and she almost crumpled to the ground. She started running despite the painful shock that had knocked the wind from her, and she soon came to an intersection. She stopped to think, but received another shock, and she randomly chose the left passage. After a bit more running, she stopped at a dead end, and turned back quickly, receiving another shock. Her side's were heaving, and she wasn't even close to the end yet. At another intersection, her gut told her to go right, and she did. After a lot more running and a few more mess ups, she collapsed at the end, glad that no shock greeted her there. She looked back and was horrified at what she saw. Where she had run, there were bloody footprints. Her bloody footprints. She looked down and her bleeding feet confirmed what she saw was real. She was forced through a few more of these maze trials, the maze changing every time. She was finally shoved back into her crate. As she was carried back, she heard a whitecoat say, "Average intelligence level, slightly over average speed and agility..." and a few more statistics that sounded muttered an almost inaudible the further away she was taken.
(End of chapter one)
CHAPTER TWO
The girl again huddled in her crate, this time her hands soaked in the blood from her feet. Her feet would scar, she realized, but it really didn't matter in the long run. She knew how to speak but chose not to, for that would just draw attention. She had spoken to one other person in the world, another mutant that was in the crate next to her. She had told a story of betrayal, of freedom, but she had been killed during an experiment. She didn't really believe the girl, for nobody had escaped from here. She closed her eyes. She remembered all the tests they had done on her, from skin samples to a brain dissection, though they had removed nothing and it had quickly healed. They almost tried to improve her vision, but had reported, just as they were about to start, that the one they had finished just then had only blinded the patient, and they had returned her to her crate, deciding that it would only hinder her 'value'. Not that she thought herself of any. Watching the activity outside with cold eyes, she remembered another experiment done on her specifically. One that had left her with many scars. They had put her in a battle with two Erasers, when she was smaller, younger, weaker. She rubbed the one on her shoulder, and then the many on her legs. She had crumpled to the ground within one minute of that battle, and they had used an oxygen tank and an IV fluid because of the extent of the torture, but had returned her to her crate the next day, her scars then ugly scabs. It had been two tests combined into one; a pain tolerance test combined with a fighting ability test. Her teeth clenched in anger as she recounted these terrible events, and she remembered that they were going to put her through another battle, just like the one before, but of course with the modified Erasers. They would have the advantage, having wings. This was a new upgrade to them, but they were so clumsy, she had heard, that sometimes they just about fell from the air sometimes. Not like she would ever get to use her advantage, anyway. Her wings would still be trapped inside of her shirt, only a few feathers able to stick out. She sighed, then went back to rubbing her still-stinging feet, anger still coursing through her.
CHAPTER THREE
The girl was jolted awake by movement. Knowing the time for the battle had come, she braced herself for impact with the metal floor, which soon came. Her feet by now had already turned into scars, the maze now a thing of the past, yet less than the time span of a week. It was time to face a new challenge now, one she could learn from. Two Erasers soon joined her in the room, morphed, and the dual began. She let them try to land blows, biding her time and letting their confidence grow. She struck a weak blow, another confidence boost, and they both actually laughed at her presumed weakness. She struck then, nailing the first hard in his jaw and hearing a a satisfying crunch as she kicked him in the ribs. The second one lunged, wings out, and she dodged too late, leaving a large gash on her shoulder. She held the wound and blood pooled at her feet, but her eyes shone with determination. She lunged at him, taking him a bit off guard, and he stumbled backwards. She landed a blow to his side, hearing a rib crack under her fist. The first one was already starting to get back up, but she was faster, running over and crushing his throat slowly with her foot, increasing the pressure with each second until he stopped breathing and went limp, but not before clawing her ankle in a last act of desperation. She did the same to the other, leaning against the wall for a few precious seconds, before being shoved into her crate and returned to her original place.
CHAPTER FOUR
W.I.P.
NOTES: This roleplay that this fanfiction is based on is inspired by the Maximum Ride series, written by the amazing James Patterson.
