Posted May 07 2012 - 04:46 AM
Chapter 2: Their location extended far beyond the room with the Suva, which eventually became called ‘The Key Room’. Some exploration told them that their location was called ‘Va-Metru’, which was Matoran for ‘City of Time’. A few of them found it funny.The Ta-Matoran found out that the Key Room was part of a large, golden tower. Upon reaching the top, he saw that they were on a sort of floating, artificial island. The border was circular, with spikes protecting it. The Matoran could not help but wonder what they protected it from. He eventually decided that it protected them from whatever resided in another tower, just outside the border, on an island of its own. He could see no-one inside it, but he had a strange feeling that it was watching him. The window which faced towards Va-Metru was a dark, blood-red. Only another unnerving factor.The main part of the city, not including the Watch-Tower (which is what they called the tower the Ta-Matoran saw), or the golden tower, was a brilliant, emerald green. It was dangerous to venture outside structures, however. The island did float, and whatever was outside was undoubtedly unsafe. There were four main sections: the golden tower, and three large buildings. One was a library, another was a place of residence, and the third – very strangely – was locked off. The buildings were all connected to the golden tower by a tunnel system. The tunnel system was below the tower, and the Time-Keepers could use strange, spherical pods to travel through the tunnels, so none of them had actually seen what the tunnels looked like.Most of the members of the group were rather antisocial, but Incommodo was unlike the others. He talked incessantly, never failing to irritate the group yet more. Most could stand him, but Vorex had a tendency to end up arguing with him. Vorex was... strange, even compared to the others. Every day, when they saw him, he was a little stranger.But I am not here to tell you the surroundings of the Time-Keepers. I am here to tell you their story, and tell it I will...- - -“Hello there, Mr Dark-And-Creepy...” Incommodo whispered as he stalked the fanged Matoran. “What are you up to...”He didn’t get to see much, as the fanged Matoran reached a pod, and went to a location Incommodo could not determine. “Now, that is interesting.”- - -Vorex sat in the residence building, not far from Nikarra and the Ta-Matoran. He lived in his own thoughts, and he thought in his journal.“What are you doing?” The Ta-Matoran asked.“Writing.” Vorex replied, simply. Ko-Matoran were not known for their social skills.“What are you writing?” It was Nikarra who spoke this time.“An autobiography. I write my life, as it happens to me. These pages are precious to me.” Vorex didn’t look up from his writing as he spoke.“I wrote an autobiography once.” The Ta-Matoran said. “Well, I wrote it in my thoughts, but still. What do you call it?”“Whispers.”“That’s funny. I remember hearing whispers,” said Nikarra; “I don’t suppose that’s where you got your title from?”“I did not realise that others heard them.” If Vorex was surprised, he didn’t show it.“I’ve heard them too.” The Ta-Matoran added.“Well, that’s interesting.” Vorex set down his journal. He was finished his entry.- - -Strave wasn’t with the others.He was in the library.Libraries, in general, didn’t appeal to Strave. But, there wasn’t anywhere else he could go. It was strange, he had to admit.He was lured to his death. The whispers...All his life, as long as he could remember, he had heard whispers in his head. They had guided him, they had told him what to do, they had helped him along the way. Their help was appreciated.Strave was unusual. He couldn’t help but wonder why he had been picked for this job. In his previous life, his profession had not been entirely legal. In fact, that was likely an understatement. He made ‘deals’ with people. They needed something, he got them it. For a price, of course. Unfortunately, Strave’s prices were often paid in blood.He wouldn’t tell them what he wanted. He would give them what they needed, and then, if they couldn’t pay up... well, let’s just say an accident was arranged.Strave sat in the library because he needed peace, and quiet. He needed to think about this. It was unlikely that he could make deals with anyone here, and the whispers had become silent.His train of thought was broken when he saw a movement, in the corner of his eye. He turned around, slowly. There was nothing there. Perhaps his eyes had tricked him...But his eyes didn’t trick him. In his line of work, he couldn’t afford to miss anything. There are – there were – a lot of people who wanted him dead.One thing was for certain: They were not alone in Va-Metru...
Someday, you're going to need help. Someday, you're going to turn to me, because there's no one else left. And when you do, I will say 'no'. I will look you dead in the eyes and I will say no, because you let her die, David.
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