Beryl woke up on an unfamiliar and cold metal floor in a small room. He opened his eyes groggily and looked around, trying to get his bearings. The walls and floors were barren; the room did not contain so much as a blanket…or a bucket. There was a metal door which was allowing in only a modicum of green light, which created a small shadow of Beryl on the wall behind them. There didn’t appear to be a handle or any way to open it from this side.
Beryl slowly moved to a sitting position, his arms holding himself upright while he sat back and looked at his cramped prison. He shook his head and tried to remember how he’d arrived at this situation. The last thing he remembered clearly was talking to Tepic, and that was when things had begun to get blurry. He didn’t even know who had put him into this cell…
Beryl went to test the door to see if there was any way they could open it and gave up soon after realizing the iron door was well secured. Beryl shouted a few times to see if anyone could hear him, but there was no response.
The cat could hear things from outside his cell though, and it filled him with a growing sense of foreboding. Deep, monstrous snarls were accompanied by zombie-like moans and hackle-raising screams. The wails always began shortly after a soft hum of electricity turned into a thunderous roar.
The cat went to a corner and crouched, tucking his paws underneath himself for warmth as he silently awaited his enemies arrival.
Doomed again!!! *sighs*
^_^