Thread: A Primitive Frost  (Sarjin & Arctic Fox)

Ryder opened his eyes he felt like he'd been in a car accident. With a groan he sat up ripping some type of straps from his boday designed to keep him close to his chair and to prevent him from bouncing around too much on impact. The first thing he felt was cold, which didn't bother him, his time in Russia galivanting around the countryside of Siberia with the Russian mob had gotten him well used to temperatures far below the norm for a ty pica human being. He examined his surrounding his memory slowly filling back in to bring himself up to speed about just how he'd gotten there. The prison, the cylinder it all made sense, except for the fact he was supposed to be in a desert prison and through some of the bent metal casing he saw snow, that didn't make sense. He tried to push the door open but it had bent in on itself leaving him somewhat trapped. He positioned his body for the best angle which was difficult, he was fairly tall almost halfway through six feet. He braced himself and with both legs kicked the door with all his might. It was heavy, but the force from the blow threw the door from its hinges and several feet away from the small craft. He slowly crawled through the reopened doorway examining his surrounding, it looked as if he'd been dropped from the sky, which wasn't quite adding up to him. He lifted his body up and out of the tube rising up to his full height to get a better view of his surroundings. Not far away he could see more of the tubes just like the one he'd just risen from. He was hesitant to speculate on just what was happening considering he had nothing to go off of. Things just kept getting stranger asthe cobwebs slowly cleared from his brain. He jumped down from atop the craft and took a few steps away to take a look at it. He found the clothes he'd been wearing when the police had caught up to him, thinking back it was a wonder he made it out of that situation with his life. He was an international mafia assassin, and government law enforcement across the world had spent a lot of time and money tracking him and his kind down. They were instructed to shoot in sight as he'd a long list of bodies to his name, CIA, KGb, MI6, he was always in the wrong place at the right time, tearing a path through Europe. It was only a matter of time once they discovered his identity. He was finally captured in the most unlikely of places, Warsaw , Poland. The officers followed their orders to a t, they shot on sight, fifteen bullet wounds, three dead swat team members and one in a permanent coma and they took him into custody. He faced criminal charges and in a sign of international trust was sent back to America to face life imprisonment. He tried to put the fitted suit on but it was too small, he'd grown. He was too tall, his muscles were too large. The fabric in the shoulders actually tore as he tried to make it fit. He threw the shredded clothes to the ground, putting the loose fitting cheap fabric back on. He inspected his body, he'd always been extremely fit, but this was different, he was normally the type to avoid gaining muscle as it slowed him down and decreased his flexibility, but right now his body seemed torn to shreds. Veins showing all over, biceps bulging, he didn't even normally lift weights, he followed an extremely structured body weight and cardio regimen. He was perplexed by this, but didn't dwell on it long,. Something popped in his ears and he was suddenly hearing everything around him. He could hear moaning in the background, and he quickly turned to follow the sound. The sounds of a woman hit him hard, a bulge starting to form in his pants, he'd never been this quick to get excited, maybe it had been a while. He started to head towards the sound, but something else caught his attention, metallic pings and yelling, sounds of a struggle. He picked up his pace heading towards this new development. As he jogged toward the fight he rounded a snow covered rocky outcrop and he got to see the tail end of a fight between a man and a woman. It seemed like the woman was defending herself fairly well, but he saw the woman take her eyes off the prize for Judy one moment and go down for the count. The man who'd defeated her slowly approached still looking as if he caught the worst of the engagement. Ryder moved in quickly almost instinctually as he sought to defend the fallen woman. Right before the man laid anot her hand on her he caught a shin right to the side of his face. It sent him sprawling across the ground, the perfectly executed muay thai style kick landed with the force of a baseball bat, Ryder was legitimately surprised when the man stumbled back to his feet. He'd been rocked and had no feet under him, but he tried to tackle Ryder, which turned out to be one of the worst ideas. Ryder's stance deepened and as the man lowered Ryders hands shot to the back of his head and he delivered a massive knee right in to the man's jaw., the powerful blow was accompanied by a sick cracking sound, followed by the heavy thud of the man collapsing to the ground. Ryder inspected the man for a moment, not even breathing heavy from the minor altercation. When he was satisfied the man wouldn't get back up he turned his attention to the woman still on the ground. He approached her slowly and knelt by her side. As he looked at her, he brushed the chin length brown hair from the eyes that unbeknownst to him had changed from blue to violet. He felt a massive urge in his body as he looked her over, he wanted to take her right then and there, consent or no. He took a deep breath to keep control of himself, and barely managed to hang on. He touched her shoulder and the urge shot through him again. He was sporting a massive erection at this point, but he was hanging on to his self control. He shook her and in a strong voice he spoke hey woman, wake the hell up.