Cyber Wars 2.0 Chapter 1: Just when you thought it was safe to log back on...

MC43 · 09-28-2005, 12:17 PM

Monk sat on the ground in his personal room, consisting of a sitting mat and two candles, one at either side of him. There was nothing else in the room. No windows, and the only escape was the door that was behind him, shut to block all the light from the hallway. This was his escape from the world, his sanctury from everything.

Monk felt himself sink deep into his meditation, letting go of all of his stress and problems from the previous days, but even in this calm state, he could not reach total inner peace. While seperated from the world, he could still feel the pull of the world around.

He began to sink deeper still, deeper into calm. He felt his body grow heavy with each passing second, his head weighing down on his shoulders, his arms slumping down on his folded legs, each of them pushing down on his thighs.

Sinking still further, it wasn't long until he felt nothing. There was no weight in his body, there was no candle light, there was no room, there was no world around him. He sat in darkness. And he was happy.

This was where he would stay for the remainder of the time, but he felt himself falling deeper now. He remained still on the outside, but deep down, deep in his mind, he was screaming from the fall. One of his fears was falling and not being able to see the ground, and here he was, falling in the pitches of black, and no end in sight. He continued falling...

and falling...

and falling...

and then... everything stopped.

---

Opening his eyes slowly, he found himself lying on the ground of a white room. "I'm... here again?"

"I'm surprised she said something..."

Monk sat up and looked towards the raspy voice behind him. "Myth!?"

"She wasn't supposed to say anything. That wasn't the best thing to do."

"We don't keep secrets from each other..."

"I know that, and I'm proud of you for not telling mine."

"She is upset with me because of it."

"Do you know what would have happened if she knew. Her assumptions would be correct, and then she would set her sights on you."

"On me!? Why me?"

"Maybe you wasn't the right word... maybe I should have said... us."

"Us?" Monk took a moment to contemplate what he said. "Because..."

"...of our... 'history'." Myth crossed his arms. "Her and I are not excatly on good terms, as you well know."

"Why have you called me here?"

"In due time Monk. In due time..."

09-28-2005, 12:17 PM	#30
MC43 Offically "Down with the Sickness" Join Date: Nov 2003 Location: Check local lounges... I'm somewhere... Posts: 1,415	Monk sat on the ground in his personal room, consisting of a sitting mat and two candles, one at either side of him. There was nothing else in the room. No windows, and the only escape was the door that was behind him, shut to block all the light from the hallway. This was his escape from the world, his sanctury from everything. Monk felt himself sink deep into his meditation, letting go of all of his stress and problems from the previous days, but even in this calm state, he could not reach total inner peace. While seperated from the world, he could still feel the pull of the world around. He began to sink deeper still, deeper into calm. He felt his body grow heavy with each passing second, his head weighing down on his shoulders, his arms slumping down on his folded legs, each of them pushing down on his thighs. Sinking still further, it wasn't long until he felt nothing. There was no weight in his body, there was no candle light, there was no room, there was no world around him. He sat in darkness. And he was happy. This was where he would stay for the remainder of the time, but he felt himself falling deeper now. He remained still on the outside, but deep down, deep in his mind, he was screaming from the fall. One of his fears was falling and not being able to see the ground, and here he was, falling in the pitches of black, and no end in sight. He continued falling... and falling... and falling... and then... everything stopped. --- Opening his eyes slowly, he found himself lying on the ground of a white room. "I'm... here again?" "I'm surprised she said something..." Monk sat up and looked towards the raspy voice behind him. "Myth!?" "She wasn't supposed to say anything. That wasn't the best thing to do." "We don't keep secrets from each other..." "I know that, and I'm proud of you for not telling mine." "She is upset with me because of it." "Do you know what would have happened if she knew. Her assumptions would be correct, and then she would set her sights on you." "On me!? Why me?" "Maybe you wasn't the right word... maybe I should have said... us." "Us?" Monk took a moment to contemplate what he said. "Because..." "...of our... 'history'." Myth crossed his arms. "Her and I are not excatly on good terms, as you well know." "Why have you called me here?" "In due time Monk. In due time..." __________________ [insert witty or humorous quote here!]