Post by "The R*" Robby Sylk on Feb 3, 2011 18:28:03 GMT -5
Tuscon, Arizona.
The infirmary of some un-named hospital.
It had to be sometime after midnight.
There was a single light on in the room where Robby Sylk was being housed. The perks of being an established XWA commodity one would suppose. The doctors that were treating him were who one could say are "top notch". The treatment had been going well. But there are some things medicine can't cure. Some things surgery can't fix.
His head was bandaged up to his nose. It had been a few days since they completed the reconstructive surgery to the orbital bone in his face that had been shattered. It still felt...funny. His face, it felt like it didn't fit his head anymore. He sat up from the pillow he'd been laying on. This whole time, it wasn't the treatment that was on his mind. It wasn't the needles and the stitches and the pills and the wires and tubes hooked up to him the past few weeks.
It was the faces. The throng of dark suited men that swarmed him like a pack of wolves. Dark glasses, black ties. They looked like they had no souls. Just there to follow orders.
Then there was the face of Jeremy Pendelton. Smug. Arrogant. It wasn't much unlike his own at one point. Believing that he ruled the world, that nothing could phase him, nothing could touch him. Oh, how that world can change in an instant.
But then, there was the face that stood beside Pendelton that night of XGAMES4. That was the one that had befuddled him the most. How was he there? How was he, from the look of the whole scene as it transpired, the one who seemed to be in power? Calling the shots? It was still confusing him to this very moment, but it was no longer and bewildered kind of confusion.
There was more focus in Robby's mind than anything else. The faces? They were all nothing more than targets now. They must surely have thought the did a number on him. He read the reports. Like there was need to actually read them though, it's not like he didn't know what damage had been done, he was still feeling the damage. They made a cardinal mistake though. When you have a man beaten down, you should always make sure that he stays down. Otherwise, when he gets back up, you're going to have a problem on your hands.
On this cool, desert night...Robby Sylk got back up.
He walked over to the mirror. The bandages were wound up pretty tight. There were some surgical scissors laying on a tray. He took them in his hand and slowly started to cut from his nose, past his cheek. Little threads of cotton gauze splintered down into the sink. He got enough around to where he could peel the rest off. He gazes at himself in the mirror.
His face, it looked the same as it ever did. Still the boyish good looks he'd had all his life. But, again...it didn't feel the same anymore. He runs his hand over the eye that had previously been almost stomped out of it's socket. Something was holding it all together now, but it wasn't his skull, that much he could feel from under the flesh.
They made me into the freaking Terminator.
He chuckles at himself for moment. He was pretty sure that if he plucked his eye out right now, there'd be some infra-red visor underneath it. But there was some inner humor in his comment as well. Irony.
I guess I'll have no choice but to take the job. "I'll be back."
Just then, behind a flashing light appeared from behind the frosted glass of the door. He looks back just as a security guard creeks the door open.
"Uh, is everything alright in here?"
Everything's cool. I was just about to leave.
Minutes later, Robby got himself dressed. Whoever had brought him to this hospital was kind enough to bring his suitcase. He buttoned up his grey snakeskin shirt and brushed down the leather pants before zipping up the closures to the matching boots. Yes, he did indeed look like a rockstar, but looks were deceiving at this point. At this point, all that Robby Sylk was...was a raging roar of revenge.
He slung his Coach bag over his shoulder and as he walked past the nurse's station on his way to the exit, the head nurse on duty had quickly made her way around to him.
"Mr. Sylk? Mr. Sylk? Where exactly do you think you're going?"
Where does it look like I'm going?
"Need I remind you that the doctor's haven't completed treating you yet? You should stay here at least another few days."
I'm feeling fine, nurse. They did a bang up job...
Sylk reaches into the pocket of his shirt and pulls out a pair designer sunglasses.
As a matter of fact, I've never felt better in my entire life. I'll be sure to refer this hospital to the XWA's Health & Wellness department for future patients.
(Putting the shades on)
You should be expecting some to come around really soon.
With those words, he smiles and waves at the nurse as the automatic door opens, leading him out the brisk but comfortable Arizona afterdark.
The infirmary of some un-named hospital.
It had to be sometime after midnight.
There was a single light on in the room where Robby Sylk was being housed. The perks of being an established XWA commodity one would suppose. The doctors that were treating him were who one could say are "top notch". The treatment had been going well. But there are some things medicine can't cure. Some things surgery can't fix.
His head was bandaged up to his nose. It had been a few days since they completed the reconstructive surgery to the orbital bone in his face that had been shattered. It still felt...funny. His face, it felt like it didn't fit his head anymore. He sat up from the pillow he'd been laying on. This whole time, it wasn't the treatment that was on his mind. It wasn't the needles and the stitches and the pills and the wires and tubes hooked up to him the past few weeks.
It was the faces. The throng of dark suited men that swarmed him like a pack of wolves. Dark glasses, black ties. They looked like they had no souls. Just there to follow orders.
Then there was the face of Jeremy Pendelton. Smug. Arrogant. It wasn't much unlike his own at one point. Believing that he ruled the world, that nothing could phase him, nothing could touch him. Oh, how that world can change in an instant.
But then, there was the face that stood beside Pendelton that night of XGAMES4. That was the one that had befuddled him the most. How was he there? How was he, from the look of the whole scene as it transpired, the one who seemed to be in power? Calling the shots? It was still confusing him to this very moment, but it was no longer and bewildered kind of confusion.
There was more focus in Robby's mind than anything else. The faces? They were all nothing more than targets now. They must surely have thought the did a number on him. He read the reports. Like there was need to actually read them though, it's not like he didn't know what damage had been done, he was still feeling the damage. They made a cardinal mistake though. When you have a man beaten down, you should always make sure that he stays down. Otherwise, when he gets back up, you're going to have a problem on your hands.
On this cool, desert night...Robby Sylk got back up.
He walked over to the mirror. The bandages were wound up pretty tight. There were some surgical scissors laying on a tray. He took them in his hand and slowly started to cut from his nose, past his cheek. Little threads of cotton gauze splintered down into the sink. He got enough around to where he could peel the rest off. He gazes at himself in the mirror.
His face, it looked the same as it ever did. Still the boyish good looks he'd had all his life. But, again...it didn't feel the same anymore. He runs his hand over the eye that had previously been almost stomped out of it's socket. Something was holding it all together now, but it wasn't his skull, that much he could feel from under the flesh.
They made me into the freaking Terminator.
He chuckles at himself for moment. He was pretty sure that if he plucked his eye out right now, there'd be some infra-red visor underneath it. But there was some inner humor in his comment as well. Irony.
I guess I'll have no choice but to take the job. "I'll be back."
Just then, behind a flashing light appeared from behind the frosted glass of the door. He looks back just as a security guard creeks the door open.
"Uh, is everything alright in here?"
Everything's cool. I was just about to leave.
Minutes later, Robby got himself dressed. Whoever had brought him to this hospital was kind enough to bring his suitcase. He buttoned up his grey snakeskin shirt and brushed down the leather pants before zipping up the closures to the matching boots. Yes, he did indeed look like a rockstar, but looks were deceiving at this point. At this point, all that Robby Sylk was...was a raging roar of revenge.
He slung his Coach bag over his shoulder and as he walked past the nurse's station on his way to the exit, the head nurse on duty had quickly made her way around to him.
"Mr. Sylk? Mr. Sylk? Where exactly do you think you're going?"
Where does it look like I'm going?
"Need I remind you that the doctor's haven't completed treating you yet? You should stay here at least another few days."
I'm feeling fine, nurse. They did a bang up job...
Sylk reaches into the pocket of his shirt and pulls out a pair designer sunglasses.
As a matter of fact, I've never felt better in my entire life. I'll be sure to refer this hospital to the XWA's Health & Wellness department for future patients.
(Putting the shades on)
You should be expecting some to come around really soon.
With those words, he smiles and waves at the nurse as the automatic door opens, leading him out the brisk but comfortable Arizona afterdark.
