DIS: Kril's Entry

DIS: Kril's Entry

Chapter One: Entry

My name is Leonardo Krilangi. Most people call me Kril.

...To be honest, that's all I can really tell you right now. It's not because I'm keeping to myself, mind you; I seem to be suffering from amnesia. The first thing I remember is falling into some subterranean complex and landing on my back on what appeared to be tarmac. After recovering from the shock of impact, I sat up, gently massaging the small of my back, and surveyed my surroundings. I actually had landed on a road, but I could not tell, for the life of me, what road it was or where it led, or even where it began; it seemed to stretch eternally onward into the black depths of the cave.

A brilliant flash erupted from behind me, and I turned fast on my heels to face whatever was approaching me. I heard air rushing past a gigantic mechanical monstrosity that hummed loudly as if its heart were rumbling with life. I raised my hands to my face to shield my eyes from the blinding light, unprepared to get away from the hurtling mass of steel and glass. Unexpectedly, the wheels on its underside suddenly stopped spinning, and the frame of the creature ground to a screeching halt, sending the smell of scorching rubber up into the spacious passage. I looked up only to realize that the abomination was actually twenty times my size, maybe more, and sported a bright coat of yellow that clashed horribly with the greens and browns along the walls of the cave.

A door leading into the machine opened up before me, and I got my first glimpse of the driver. The pilot of the horrid machination was a titanic man, completely bald and clad in a black-and-red button-down shirt. He looked down upon me with a skeptical look, then jabbed one of his knotted fingers at the glowing sign near the lower portion of his front window. The pale red lights, in their boring sequence, clearly stated that payment was required for...something. Thankfully, as I dug around in the pockets of my jeans, I pulled forth a large gemstone; this seemed to be sufficient payment for the huge pilot. He picked me up by the scruf of my black shirt and dropped me into the rear storage area of his machine, then shut the door with a thundering SLAM. With that, he twisted a large key near what appeared to be a steering mechanism, and the transport kicked to life with a great roar; he put his foot down on a pedal near his feet, the wheels began to spin, and the bizarre machine took off down the endless road at impossible speed to who knows where.