Copy/paste my RP.
Heat and ice
Pain, the seemly only reason for existence
The conscience struggle within, the conflict of the soul
The sounds ... the endless resonant drone
Of everything, the sounds burned the most
The sounds picked, tore asunder, rebuilt, then destroyed
Thoughts not of oneself, but of legion, Destroying the soul
Destroying self, rebuilding self, build and destroy
The drones, with it's precipices and valleys, increased
A new sensation, sight
Darkness, twelve pillars standing before the light
The drone increased
**The soul plunged deeper than the void itself **
The drone ... the sounds ... darkness
It must stop
It must be stopped
Revenge for the pain, for the burning, for the broken soul
The twelve pillars fell, crashing down before the light
Other pillars rose up to replace the ones that fell
But the drone, that hateful sound, was gone
The pillars were taking shape
The pillars caused new pain
Pain unlike anything felt before
It tore through the surface of self, passing through
It must be stopped
As the pillars rose up, they fell
The light, the only way forward
The light dimmed, sight increased, a corridor, one way forward
Other pillars, these creatures who bring pain, rose up
They must be stopped
Stop the pain
The sounds they made, like the sounds the pillars made, but it did not bring pain
One spoke, another acted
Two creatures approached
One spoke, they both brought pain
The other must be used, to understand the sounds
It's mind swept bare from unrelenting force
It's form must be taken
"We've got a live one here!"
A slow nodding of the head
"What happened, where did it go?"
"Curse it all... what? Curses... Imperial guards are coming. We must go, now. What's your name?"
"Ephreme... my name is Ephreme"
"We need to get on the ship and get out of this mess. We don't want to be here when the Guards are. Can you walk?"
Slowly, shakily, the ability to stand on the two lower appendages came.
"Come with me" to the others "we need to get to the safehouse! Leave the rest, we've no time!"
"Curses, they're already here! MOVE!!!"
But it was too late.
The Imperial guards had already entered the facility. The small group that Ephreme had found himself it was surrounded.
Ephreme slipped away, leaving the group to it's fate.
"Not so fast!"
An imperial guard had taken a position behind him.
"Soldier, your armour is bloody! I said take the heritics hostage!
"Sir! One resisted, Sir!"
"As you were. We've got plenty here. They're going to wish they had died here before were done with them."
"SOLDIERS! We are to transport these heretics to Kalia IV! Move the filth to the holding cell!"