1 Exploring the Past [Mitsuo, or Invite][Training] Wed Jun 04, 2014 6:41 pm
Kaia~Mai
D-rank
With a creak the old front door opened for the first time in years. Dust coated every surface of the house from the floors to the walls to the furniture. The place hadn’t been touched in years; or so Kaia~Mai figured. The door she was going through was the front door. She had recently remembered where she had lived and who her parents were and had gone exploring. She wanted to remember them and so far she had only got glimpses of those memories back which was why she had hoped that exploring her old home would help.
She stepped inside, the smell of dust assaulting her nose and causing it to wrinkle. She looked around while walking slowly, not bothering to attempt to turn the lights on because she knew the electricity would have long ago been shut off. As she walked she left behind small footprints in the dust, the footprints marking the path she took as she headed towards the living-room.
She peered in through the doorway to see the furniture exactly as it had been on the day her parents died: big plush furniture that was once an elegant green color but now gray due to the dust coating it. One entire wall of the living room was taken up by a bookcase that went the whole way to the ceiling and which was filled with all sorts of books. Her parents had always encouraged her to read; to get as smart as she could be. Kaia~Mai walked inside of the living-room and over to one of the side tables. She reached a hand out and picked up one of the frames that filled the table: a picture of her when she was a baby and her mother and father. She smiled down at it, using her hand to wipe the dust from the glass before she turned it over and unhooked the back. She removed the picture and then placed the frame back down. The picture went into her pocket and she moved on from there to the kitchen.
The dust continued to mark her path as she walked back into the hallway and then down it to the kitchen at the end. When she reached it she walked in and paused staring at a peculiar sight: the back door was wide open and the dust around it was freshly disturbed. It was at that point that Kaia~Mai felt as if she were being watched and a huge figure emerged from the shadows by the door: a man who was built like a brick house with huge muscles that marked the guy as a physical fighter. The man stood easily six feet, six inches tall and looked to weigh at least two hundred and fifty pounds. He was dressed in a black silk top with matching slacks and polished shoes but that didn’t hide the bruises that lined his knuckles as if he had recently beaten someone. The man’s hair was black and slicked back with the end behind held in in a ponytail. The man’s appearance caused a pang of pain to hit Kaia~Mai’s brain while memories flooded back to her: a little girl in chains, her, tortured into compliance: a girl who got beaten when she even set a toe out of place, forced to serve the man standing in her parents old kitchen.
“Master…”
“So you do remember…”, the man responded with a wicked grin as he took a step towards her.
“NO!”, Kaia~Mai turned quickly and took off down the hallway while the man chased her down. She was fast but his longer legs meant he reached her before she could even get to the living-room let alone the front door. He yanked her by her ponytail backwards which caused her feet to go out from underneath of her. She hit the ground hard and was dragged backwards by her hair. She lifted her hands, scratching and clawing at the hand that held her ponytail in hopes of making the man release her but to no avail. After several seconds of her failed attempt she balled her right hand into a fist and sent an upper-cut of a punch straight into the man’s groin.
She was released as the man doubled over, holding himself and groaning in pain. Kaia~Mai scrambled to her feet and took off back down the hallway, hoping to get out the front door before he could catch her again.
The man recovered quickly, his feet thundering against the ground as he chased her down. Before she could get to the door she felt him gaining on her and darted off at the last second into the living room hoping his large frame would keep him from moving so swiftly and turning as quickly as her smaller form allowed her. She ran towards the living room window and had it open, preparing to dive out of it when her ankle was grabbed and she was dragged back in with a short scream that was cut off by her chin slamming against the window seal; tongue bitten and blood beginning to drip down from the corner of her mouth.
The man continued to drag her backwards by her ankle and Kaia~Mai began to kick at the man, aiming for anywhere she could reach in an attempt to get him to let go of her. As she was dragged by a table she grabbed on to one of the silver candle sticks. She threw it over her head and straight through one of the front living-room windows, causing it to shatter. As she started to be dragged from the living-room she grabbed hold of the doorway, holding on with all of her might… Surely someone would have heard the commotion by now... she could only pray: this man was far too big for her to fight by herself.
Word Count: 978
She stepped inside, the smell of dust assaulting her nose and causing it to wrinkle. She looked around while walking slowly, not bothering to attempt to turn the lights on because she knew the electricity would have long ago been shut off. As she walked she left behind small footprints in the dust, the footprints marking the path she took as she headed towards the living-room.
She peered in through the doorway to see the furniture exactly as it had been on the day her parents died: big plush furniture that was once an elegant green color but now gray due to the dust coating it. One entire wall of the living room was taken up by a bookcase that went the whole way to the ceiling and which was filled with all sorts of books. Her parents had always encouraged her to read; to get as smart as she could be. Kaia~Mai walked inside of the living-room and over to one of the side tables. She reached a hand out and picked up one of the frames that filled the table: a picture of her when she was a baby and her mother and father. She smiled down at it, using her hand to wipe the dust from the glass before she turned it over and unhooked the back. She removed the picture and then placed the frame back down. The picture went into her pocket and she moved on from there to the kitchen.
The dust continued to mark her path as she walked back into the hallway and then down it to the kitchen at the end. When she reached it she walked in and paused staring at a peculiar sight: the back door was wide open and the dust around it was freshly disturbed. It was at that point that Kaia~Mai felt as if she were being watched and a huge figure emerged from the shadows by the door: a man who was built like a brick house with huge muscles that marked the guy as a physical fighter. The man stood easily six feet, six inches tall and looked to weigh at least two hundred and fifty pounds. He was dressed in a black silk top with matching slacks and polished shoes but that didn’t hide the bruises that lined his knuckles as if he had recently beaten someone. The man’s hair was black and slicked back with the end behind held in in a ponytail. The man’s appearance caused a pang of pain to hit Kaia~Mai’s brain while memories flooded back to her: a little girl in chains, her, tortured into compliance: a girl who got beaten when she even set a toe out of place, forced to serve the man standing in her parents old kitchen.
“Master…”
“So you do remember…”, the man responded with a wicked grin as he took a step towards her.
“NO!”, Kaia~Mai turned quickly and took off down the hallway while the man chased her down. She was fast but his longer legs meant he reached her before she could even get to the living-room let alone the front door. He yanked her by her ponytail backwards which caused her feet to go out from underneath of her. She hit the ground hard and was dragged backwards by her hair. She lifted her hands, scratching and clawing at the hand that held her ponytail in hopes of making the man release her but to no avail. After several seconds of her failed attempt she balled her right hand into a fist and sent an upper-cut of a punch straight into the man’s groin.
She was released as the man doubled over, holding himself and groaning in pain. Kaia~Mai scrambled to her feet and took off back down the hallway, hoping to get out the front door before he could catch her again.
The man recovered quickly, his feet thundering against the ground as he chased her down. Before she could get to the door she felt him gaining on her and darted off at the last second into the living room hoping his large frame would keep him from moving so swiftly and turning as quickly as her smaller form allowed her. She ran towards the living room window and had it open, preparing to dive out of it when her ankle was grabbed and she was dragged back in with a short scream that was cut off by her chin slamming against the window seal; tongue bitten and blood beginning to drip down from the corner of her mouth.
The man continued to drag her backwards by her ankle and Kaia~Mai began to kick at the man, aiming for anywhere she could reach in an attempt to get him to let go of her. As she was dragged by a table she grabbed on to one of the silver candle sticks. She threw it over her head and straight through one of the front living-room windows, causing it to shatter. As she started to be dragged from the living-room she grabbed hold of the doorway, holding on with all of her might… Surely someone would have heard the commotion by now... she could only pray: this man was far too big for her to fight by herself.
Word Count: 978