"So tell me , Nolan.." He says.
I don't know what to do. I have been hanging here for hours, blood dripping down my face.
How could I have gotten myself into this? I was just an ordinary Wolf/spy. Now a monster. A hanging monster. Just like I deserve. Now I wait to be killed. Waiting for his statement.
But I am an impatient person. But I am forced to.
After all, I am Nolan Miles.
"...Why are u here?" He finishes.
"Well.." I laugh, trying to keep my cool. After all, if I were to freak, I would be dead door now.
"I was sent here door an organisation top, boven secret for even me to know, Trying to make a life."
What am I talking about? I have no life! I have no girlfriend! I am just a lonely spy, just a nobody.
Walking along the road of nowhere.
I heard a illusion about that. It goes, "WWW.opportunityisnowhere.com, What do u see?"
I see nowhere...
But I guess I should think brightly before I die here. Because I am forced to.
"Fine then," He says. "If u will not talk, u will wait here another hour." He leaves, slamming the steel door behind him. I can here the deadbolts lock.
F***.
I'll wait to die, I guess. After all, I am forced to.
It's dark in here, and I am practically going insane. And I just started another hour...
I have been a spy for, how long? I forgot. I have been here to long to remember.
All I know is that I worked for the "C.I.A/AS".
And I have worked for Blowhole before, but I turned. And I am one of his enemies. Hes the one that gave me this scar.
But that was so long ago, I think that he forgot, But I don't know. u ca never be sure.
Just then, the door opens, and a voice appearers. I can tell its the same man.
"Nolan, we need a word with you"
I can feel something go into my paw. It feels like a needle.
It feels like a sharp, burning pain. I can tell it is Anesthesia.
F***!! what do I do?
I growl. But it doesn't do anything.
I kick and yowel, but it doesn't do anything either. And I get weaker with each kick.
Finally, I slump onto my shoulder, My eyelids are closing. I'm doomed.
The last thing I feel is a man unhooking my chains.
Finally,I am out cold. Lying on the floor. They pick me up, and I get dragged out.
Senseless.
After all,
I am forced to...
I don't know what to do. I have been hanging here for hours, blood dripping down my face.
How could I have gotten myself into this? I was just an ordinary Wolf/spy. Now a monster. A hanging monster. Just like I deserve. Now I wait to be killed. Waiting for his statement.
But I am an impatient person. But I am forced to.
After all, I am Nolan Miles.
"...Why are u here?" He finishes.
"Well.." I laugh, trying to keep my cool. After all, if I were to freak, I would be dead door now.
"I was sent here door an organisation top, boven secret for even me to know, Trying to make a life."
What am I talking about? I have no life! I have no girlfriend! I am just a lonely spy, just a nobody.
Walking along the road of nowhere.
I heard a illusion about that. It goes, "WWW.opportunityisnowhere.com, What do u see?"
I see nowhere...
But I guess I should think brightly before I die here. Because I am forced to.
"Fine then," He says. "If u will not talk, u will wait here another hour." He leaves, slamming the steel door behind him. I can here the deadbolts lock.
F***.
I'll wait to die, I guess. After all, I am forced to.
It's dark in here, and I am practically going insane. And I just started another hour...
I have been a spy for, how long? I forgot. I have been here to long to remember.
All I know is that I worked for the "C.I.A/AS".
And I have worked for Blowhole before, but I turned. And I am one of his enemies. Hes the one that gave me this scar.
But that was so long ago, I think that he forgot, But I don't know. u ca never be sure.
Just then, the door opens, and a voice appearers. I can tell its the same man.
"Nolan, we need a word with you"
I can feel something go into my paw. It feels like a needle.
It feels like a sharp, burning pain. I can tell it is Anesthesia.
F***!! what do I do?
I growl. But it doesn't do anything.
I kick and yowel, but it doesn't do anything either. And I get weaker with each kick.
Finally, I slump onto my shoulder, My eyelids are closing. I'm doomed.
The last thing I feel is a man unhooking my chains.
Finally,I am out cold. Lying on the floor. They pick me up, and I get dragged out.
Senseless.
After all,
I am forced to...
