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Captured by Louis 01 "Ugh. Where am I? Why does my head hurt?"
Adam looked up, to see a blank ceiling.
"This doesn't look familiar."
He turned his head left, to find a large shirtless man.
"hmm. I guess I was raped. Yeah, that's pretty bad."
"Or... drunk I guess? That would explain why my head hurts so much. This is a thing that happens when you get drunk, right?"
"Wait, but I don't drink?"
He turned his head the other way, to find another large man of similar demeanor.
"Huh. But I couldn't have been that drunk."
Day Out With the Twins 01 "Knock knock."
Adam woke up. He felt like it was early, but the room was still dark. It wasn't the boiler room he had been kept in for the time before he could move. They had moved him to another spare apartment of his own. There were certainly enough of them. Not that that made it any lighter, with minimal lights shining in through the windows, even during the day.
"We're already inside. Hurry and get up, sleepyhead, we're going out to have fun today!"
Adam opened his eyes again to realize that Matty and Sandy were both standing over him smiling. He wasn't exactly sure how they got through his locked door, but he hoped it wouldn't involve him needing to buy ano
Adam Meets Tomas "It really happens that often?"
Sophie got an annoyed expression.
"Don't get the wrong idea. It's not like it happens every day. But it does happen. We actually had a lock on your door to make sure she couldn't get in, but... she appears to have broken it."
"What happened to make her like this?
"I really don't know the full story. She won't tell me. Or at least what she does tell is somewhat sporadic and not very consistent. It revolves around abusive parents of some kind. Not very many details to go on besides that. She apparently doesn't want to talk about it I guess."
Sophie was wheeling Adam on a wheelchair through the dark halls, up to Tomas' apartment. They decided that if he was going to
Rescue Molestation "Take off your pants."
Adam jumped awake.
He wasn't sure what he had just heard, but he had hoped it was some kind of a dream. Not really, since he certainly wouldn't have wanted to admit it was his dream, and was a bit worried at the prospect of such a thing. But he was also certain that it was not, so he was even more worried about that. There was a lot of worry going on all around.
"E... Excuse me?"
"I said; take off your pants."
Wilhelmina, the roughly-around-ten-or-eleven-or-whatever year old girl Sophie looked after was kneeling on top of his sheets, holding a knife to his throat. He was certainly not any more happy to realize that he was possibly about to get forced to do something suspiciously highly illegal with him as the victim, but which he'd still probably get blamed for. Even though he was strong enough to move a bit more now, he was still not strong enough to push her off of him, nor fast enough especially when
Rescue 03 "So that's about everything. A brief history of the time I spend in my ruined city."
Adam had been feeling a bit better. Not enough yet that he could walk, or get up much, without a wheelchair, but he had certainly been improving rather than dep... deproving? ...getting worse. Sophie would come occasionally, bringing a little girl he didn't recognize; or the twins would come and talk to him from time to time. Or they would watch movies with him, or whatever other boring things people do with people who can't walk that they pretend they're interested in. He didn't really like watching movies with the twins. They would always make totally irrelevant commentary, which ended in long tangents about ladybugs or bees or something, and in the process usually get popcorn all over him, and the floor.
Return from lost timestream 02 Nephilim looked over his broken tower. It didn't matter to him anymore; it had accomplished the purposes he had intended for it, even in light of the people who had tried to hijack parts of it for their own purposes. He wondered if it had been anything more than a token resistance that had taken it down in the first place. Maybe his enemy had given up. Maybe they now hoped he would be able to do what they could not. It mattered little. Even for those outside the circle of the earth, who still had the power, he knew they would not try to harm him with any real seriousness. He already knew this, as his future (as that of all mankind) had already been handed down to him, from above. Handed down to him, from the Laplace on high.
He looked to the sky, from whence the fires of Meggido had come. Descending now from the abyssal rift was the cosmic horror M'hlc-izdikkh. An immense b
Talk to Tomas "I don't know, Tomas... I'm not sure what to think."
Tomas was sitting in a meditative pose. He generally did, whenever he was communicating with his voices. And at most other times, as a matter of fact. You'll note that I said 'voices' and not people. It was uncertain whether he had all the screws adequately put in in his head. Probably not. He heard voices.
Sophie waited for an answer. Even if he was insane, there was no one else she was willing to trust for advice. How that made sense, even she wasn't sure. But it wasn't an impulse. He really did seem to have at least enough screws to give reasonable advice. Something all too rare in this world.
"I have heard from the voice of Elijah, which is the voice of God. The things he said to you were true. He has been stranded these last years in a va
Rescue 02 Adam was waking up a second time. After being left by the twins, he wasn't sure what to think; even about them, much less about the situation of his rescue. It was certainly odd that his old friend had come to an abandoned place to rescue him in the first place, much less that it was inter-spaced with a random wacky revolution endeavor. (or whatever the original reason had been for, since it certainly didn't seem likely that it would have been obvious to anyone that he was still alive after all that time. But then wasn't it a coincidence that it was someone he knew, of all the possibilities?) He wondered if those things were related somehow. And if so, why?
He also wondered who it could be that he was left with. Most of the people he knew had lived around where he did, so probably there were few of them left among the living. He hoped it wasn't Malachi... his 'friends
Rescue 01 Adam became vaguely aware of the feeling of rushing movement and bright streams of somewhat pink light around him. He wasn't quite conscious enough to know what was happening, but he vaguely had in the back of his mind slight confusion as to why he was alive enough for anything to be happening at all. Or why it even would be, even if he was. He felt pain distinctly from almost every individual part of his body, which he was sure wouldn't have made sense if he was actually dead. But at the same time; he didn't feel quite like he was fully alive, either.
Though he slipped in and out of semi-consciousness, without ever being fully "in" enough to fully perceive what was going on around him, he vaguely got the idea that he was dragged in some long and ridiculously uncomfortable way to some kind of a dark room (Or at least darker than what he had become used to in recent years, that is.) and that someone with red hair and a ton of b
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