Who: Neal Shaara NPC: Mojo When: 19th March, 2009 Where: Egypt What: It's been five days since he was snatched and Neal finally meets his captor. Rating: PG-13
When Neal woke up, it was on his back and to darkness. Up until that point, each prior instance that he had woken up, it had been to a drugged awareness and with no sense of time. He tried feeling around and sitting up, but it was with cold realization that he found himself chained in that position. The man hadn't immediately felt the chains that encircled his wrists, chest, waist, and legs, but they were made obvious when he tried to move. The cold metal of the links cut harshly into his skin as he struggled, before a dizzying sensation hit him and he was forced to stop.
Once he had settled down again, he heard a laughter that was definitely not of the friendly variety. Turning his head in the direction that he thought that the sound was coming from, he called out, "Who's there? Where am I? Why am I chained up?" That last question had a hint of anger to it.
"The who is not important, nor is the where. But the why? Ohhh the why!" The voice cackled as what sounded like a slithering noise reached his ears. The smell of rotten eggs reached him and he unconsciously cringed away from the presence he felt getting closer. "You'll soon find out the why!" The laughter was roaring then, to the point of being almost deafening.
Struggling again, Neal tried to use his powers but found that when he tried, nothing happened. Staring into the darkness in disbelief, he hadn't realized that the laughter had abruptly stopped. "There's no point in trying to escape. You'll soon learn," the voice said, sounding amused. The slithering noise sounded again, but this time it was in departing. With it, the smell left and it wasn't before long before Neal was alone again.
It was the thought of Heather and the help that he was sure that was on its way that kept him hopeful.