Post by Deleted on Oct 24, 2016 2:31:25 GMT
The fire burned brightly in front of Emerson, giving a warmth that he craved with the harsh sea gusts that came and cut through his clothing and skin. For days now Emerson had found himself being able to do nothing but keep moving, find shelter, find food. There had storms that had lasted days and in between the fall of rains was when Emerson had been moving. Where? That was the part that he couldn't be sure about. With storms came clouds that blanketed the sky and removed the stars from view. They were the only way of navigation that Emerson knew in his travels to find the Ice Nation of the North. Without the equipment that he was used to using when in the Group Unit of Mount Weather, he had no way of navigating through the forests that covered the land. Every tree looked the same as the next and when he had finally come to a shore, Emerson had stopped there for no other reason than the fact that it looked different and unique. Throughout his sitting, Emerson made the fire turn green a few times, accidents as he chucked anything that looked dry into the flames to keep it burning. He didn't think much of it, taking to assumption that different chemicals would turn fire to different colour. Something that had fallen from a nearby tree must have been able to turn it green. Well, he didn't think much of it until he was gagged from behind. As he was gagged, he was given no chance to fight back, the element of surprise used against him. But once his hands and feet had been tied by the men, his gag was removed. He couldn't understand what they said at first, with no knowledge of their language, but they changed to English quickly when they realised that, giving Emerson a chance to communicate. Emerson had no idea how he did it but he manged to talk them into untying him, telling them he was looking for a clan, that he was alone. He didn't mention that he was from Mount Weather, not with the weapons that were pointed at him. Soon enough a small vial was given to him with the instruction to drink and Emerson hesitated in drinking it. Anything could have been inside of it and being in charge of creating the Reapers, if anyone was going to distrust a mystery liquid, it would be Emerson. Really, Emerson couldn't quite remember what made him drink it. Maybe panic that he would miss his chance at finding the Ice Nation. Maybe the fire that still burned for revenge, wanting nothing but to make the Arkers feel the pain that he felt. Maybe the fact that he hadn't had food in many days. But now he was waking up in a large shipping container, light coming in through the many holes in it and no one else in sight. Emerson's training came into practice. He reached down to grab his gun, the weapon he avoided using in all the days of his travels so far so he would have bullets when he really needed them. Now seemed as good time as ever to use a couple. His fingers gripped an empty holster, a shot of anger running through his body. They must have taken the weapon from him and part of Emerson couldn't blame them, although he found himself surprised that they would even be willing to touch it. Emerson brought a deep breath in through his nose. He needed to be able to think straight. Standing to his feet and finding them steadier than he expected, Emerson walk over to the closed doors of the container, banging his fists on it.  CARL EMERSON ------------ *accidentally finds Floukru* |
