Uncharted

[Caira Ayryn]

Caira too, clattered with him as the trap door slammed them into a submerged darkness and they fell flat on their faces, painfully, into a steel wall. “What the He-” Merik asked himself and rubbed his bruised nose.

“Why does it seem like I always end up falling when I’m around you?” Caira joked in their peril.

“Don’t know," he scowled, "But we have to get out of here.” his voice hissed with urgency.

Caira nodded, “I know, I know, I’ll look for a doo-”

Light streamed in, Merik launched himself forward as their captors shocked him with electricity. She heard a low voice warn, “Do not try it girl,” as they jousted her with the stick-like, taser weapon.

Merik remained asleep for some time, while their foe had plenty of time to strap them both to chairs, working in the dark. Light suddenly beamed down on her, as she was now in the limelight that looked more like a glowing spotlight.

“Hey! What’s the big idea!” she shouted.

“Haha!” an ominous voice began to cackle behind the shroud of shadows, “Don’t bother with asking questions. They no longer matter.”

“That’s never stopped her before,” Merik said as his bobbing blond hair rose to show the foe his fierce gaze. “Release us now, or there will be consequences.”

“Hah! Prime, you must think you’re pretty tough," the man spat, "Well, think again! This vessel once used by Coruscant has steeped many years into the ground and now we have turned it into a cage for Primes and enemies alike!” the enthusiastic voice continued, “You are now my prey! And like the mice that you are, you will be trapped in this power-suppressing cage! Wahahaha!”

“What good does that do for you?” Caira wondered the point of stealing people, it wasn’t as though their unnamed enemy could prosper from it.

“You see little girl, I am a scientist.” the voice started.

“In this desert? Seems a little absurd to me.” she pointed out with a smirk.

“Wha-no more questions! Now, the game you will be playing is survival. In these three tubes, there are two poisons. One however, is a cure for any ailment you might seek. Some may even call it an anti-death potion, but who knows if that works.”

“So you want us to choose?” Merik’s bulging red eyes sifted through the darkness.

“But there are two of us.” Caira said innocently, not understanding the real point of the game: Desperation, betrayal, and of course, death.

“Hah! What is a mere child doing in a bandit-filled, carnivorous desert such as this?” the voice amplified.

“You're the one who wants to play a game.” she launched back weakly.

Merik formed a smile as the the guy bit his tongue with anger and made disgruntled grunts, “Tch! Just choose you imbecile... You have one hour.”