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Trapped Gary -Unfinished-

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His eyes searched the room for a crevice, but found little more than the stone walls he'd been staring at for at least an hour. If walls could stare back, he mused, it would feel much colder in here than it already does. Shuddering a little and now wishing that he would've just taken a jacket like his mother asked him to, Gary now felt very alone. How he got there was anybody's guess to him. He had to have been kidnapped somehow, taken from where he was just before closing his eyes and waking up in such a mess. He sighed, giving up hope for an easy escape. If he was to bust out, it would be either with cunning smarts or sheer luck. In either case, he would have to get away before his captor knew of it. Questions flooded his mind now. Who was this person? What purpose did they lock him up for? What were they planning to do to him, and why? The cell, he figured, was about half the size of his bedroom at home, too small for comfort, and not a single furnishing in sight. If there was such a thing, he probably wouldn't see it. Too little light existed to prove anything, the only source of a tiny beam of moonlight coming from a small and barred up window. He's already looked out the window, and only the moon and a thick layer of fog were present.

As Gary continued his search for a way out, a guard watched sleepily on the other side of the bars. Maintaining his silence, he was surprised that the imprisioned guy hadn't seen nor hear him yet. This one seemed smart, but his senses were only human, he thought to himself. Sporting infrared night-vision goggles, this guard was going to be well aware should his subject find a way out. As the boy further explored his cell, he braced himself for the inevitable...

"Huh? What's this?" Gary said softly as he bumped into something. It was cool to the touch as well, and felt very different from the rest of his cell, an almost familiar feel...he lifted part of it, and then heard a familiar noise, the collision of a plastic lid against an almost metallic back tub...it was a toilet. Comforting, he thought, but not useful for escape. The only other comfort he had was that he still had his own clothing and not that of a real prisoner. Another thought springs to mind, and through his pockets he goes. Searching them yielded little more than pocket lint. He sighed in disappointment.

Taking another quiet sip of cold coffee, the guard kept up his watch as well as he could. There was never an obvious way to escape, and the guard knew this all too well. Slowly, the captors would introduce new elements in the boy's cell, even a few dangers to keep things interesting. Interesting...exactly what my job isn't at the moment, he thought to himself. More than anything at the moment, he wanted the prisoner to begin loudly complaining. It was during the griping sensation that all guards leave the room and got a refill of their coffee. A nice, hot cup could do me a whole lot of good, he complained in his mind.

With nothing else left to do, Gary made use of his recent discovery and found an area in which to lie down. His gears were in motion, and his mind reeled. If he was to escape, it was going to be by use of brain power. Many times, he envisioned himself bending the bars with pure brawn. It was wishful thinking, and most certainly it was going to distract him from the problem at hand. An hour's worth of thinking produced nothing in the way of a groundbreaking idea. He closed his eyes once more, only hoping now to open his eyes to more pleasent surroundings.



The time was duly noted by the higher-up.

"4:18 a.m." a raspy voice spoke. "Time to go to work."

The dimly lit office was in no way inviting to any person in their right mind. It was almost as bad as the cells they maintained, being cool (but not as cold), damp (but de-humidified by a set of machines), and dark (but with cheap dollar-store quality lamps lighting parts of the room). A pair of men watched the monitors for any signs of wakefulness from the boy. He was not to see any part of the introduction process.

"What's your analysis?" one man said to another.

"He's a tough one, we haven't heard him say much, only a slight utterance upon the discovery of the toilet." the other responded.

"I see...physical or mental?" the first one continued.

"Very, very mental. His thought process lasted an hour before he slept." the reply came.

"Then muscle it is. We'll send a small one first to see what happens." the first guy responded. He then turned and shouted.

"Order up! 1 Size Class 2 and a big breakfast order!" Oh yes, he thought. We'll see how well he handles this.


It wasn't any noises that awakened him, but an odor...a very, very good odor. Gary sat straight up. Still in here, he thought. There was more light now, and it illuminated...

"FOOD!" he shouted as he quickly made his way over to the steaming plate. Fork, knife, tall glass of cold milk...and the thickest pancake stack he's layed his eyes upon in quite a while. It couldn't be imaginary, it was so real. He touched the glass of milk, then the fork. His stomach quickly grumbled, eager to take on some sort of food. With no further objection, he began to gobble down some of the pancakes, cutting one in half and shoving it greedily into his mouth, enjoying the delicious taste of homemade pancakes. The same process repeated for the other half, then another pancake...two pancakes...four pancakes...then just one last one.

"Ahh...much better!" Patting his stomach, he then guzzled half of the tall milk glass, placing it back on the floor in the manner that one drinking a glass at the bar might slam down a mug after a long, hard day at the office.

"Might be best to save the rest for later. Could be my food for all of today." he said, addressing nobody in particular. Gary then went back to where he had slept. He was fairly confident that someone would happen along...but when?

No frantic cry for help? No pleading to whatever deity was supposed to save it? This was going to be one of the more boring humans, the Size Class 2 thought to itself. It had dealt with humans before, but rarely were the endings of such dealings beneficial to the humans. Feeling as if it had lost all identity with what he was, the creature felt at odds with himself. Why should I do these horrible things, he pondered. They only seemed to satisfy the demand of the evil men that put him in the position. The alterior purpose was nearly inexcusable, even if it was instinct. Or at least, he thought, eying up and then lumbering to towards his prey, partially his own.

Pulled out of an almost Zen-like trance, Gary immediately turned towards the source of the noise.

"I'm not alone...hello?"

A creature lumbered out of the shadows, and was made to be a much more obvious prescence. It much resembled a turtle in the aspects of its head and paws, its head complete with a sharp-looking beak and paws almost elephantine in nature. Every feature of the creature suggested a hodgepodge of reptilian characteristics, including a tapering tail, a lumbering gait common to the larger species, scaled skin, and a gaze that could pierce any soul it fancied a look through.

The only thing that truly kept Gary from showing any hint of fear was the creature's size. The only other trait this creature shared with the common turtle was the size. Although lacking a ruler or some other way to measure the length and breadth of it, he was pretty sure that it was no bigger than the average turtle he had seen lurking about in Lake Meringrue. He continued to observe it as it drew near, its eyes not quite focused on him, but on something else...

Every time he got closer to his prey, it somehow eluded him. How could he reach it? Why wasn't he a Size Class 6 or 7? Most of all, what was the matter with this human? It isn't terrified or at the least bit intimidated by my prescence. The creature pawed at porcelain, pondering on whether he was losing his touch with time.

An eyebrow was raised. Gary chuckled idly to himself.

"Poor think must need to use the bathroom or something." Standing up finaly, the creature shot a glance in his direction, almost as if to appear frightened by his sudden movements. He brought the lid of the toilet towards the tank carefully, careful not to displace the still-warm pancakes. With caution, he gently picked the creature up by its midsection. It reminded him of the time he'd handled a snake, only this creature was quite warm and just a little thicker than the serpent. Like the snake, however, he wasn't too sure of its temperment and soon found out when he was nipped at lightly on his thumb. The creature never left his hands. He merely flinched and checked his thumb as he placed the turtle-like lizard onto the rim of the toilet. No skin was broken, and no blood drawn. Merely curious, he mused. Or it felt threatened.

The taste of fresh prey was apparent on this one, he thought, slowly turning to check the air for said prey, an inaudible sniff or two coming from the almost nonexistant nostrils. He was getting closer to it. Turning back, he found the human eye-to-eye with him.

"Are you done yet? I don't see anything in there." Gary asked, not expecting a reply. "No hurry, then. Apparently, we've got all the time in the world." He continues to watch the creature, fascinated and relieved all at once. At the very least, someone was in there with him.

The Size Class 2 turned again, taking a few careful steps on the rim. If pawing there got me one level higher, it reasoned, then pawing here will get me my prey. Placing a paw on the lid of the toilet then resulted in a loud clatter.

"Uh oh!" Gary exclaimed, watching at the remaining food fell to the floor. The pancakes didn't scatter as most food normally would. Two of the pancakes stuck together as they hit the floor, one of them landed on part of the porcelain base of the toilet, and another pair were thrown farther away from the others.

"Aw, man. There goes our food for the day. Guess they're all yours now. Hope you like pancakes." Gary then chuckled to himself and grabbed the glass of milk, taking a swig.
This is a story I started in 2005, but never found the time or motivation to finish. It was due to school and lack of a plan to follow for it. In any case, here it is in its entirety.

And by entirety, I mean every single one of the redundancies, errors in grammar, logical errors, and everything else wrong with it. Yes, there exists a ton of errors here...it is unfinished, after all, and as such, it was never subject to the rigerous editing phase. Enjoy if you can. :XD:

AND YES. I MEAN IT. I cringed several times while transcribing this. There are at least 50 structural, comma splicing, and various other errors. I typed it the way I had it written to some small extent.
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JinShiranai's avatar
*blink*

Aliens? Some sort of unethical study of psychosis?

Intriguing...