[Jacob]

*Setting: Iraxx limped quickly down the narrow corridor that led to the Council chambers. Strangely, he was nervous. Something he had never felt before when going to the Council, even when he had first stepped into the large, dark room. The two guards at the end of the corridor stood, backs straight, visors down, facing him as he quickly made his way towards the large double doors. As he neared they opened the doors, closing them sharply behind him.*

Abraham: "Ahh, Commandor. I'm glad you've arrived early."

He was sat in the head Councillors chair. Iraxx slowly moved to the nearest chair, his chair. Pulling it away from the table, he then slowly sat down.

Iraxx: "It's only just gone 1:15. I thought this was when the meeting was due to start, sir."

Abraham slowly climbed to his feet, pushing himself up with his large, muscular arms. He then walked around the table and towards the small mini-bar at the back of the room. Grabbing two small glass', Abraham then began to pour Whiskey in them from a large, glass jug. He then picked up these glass', handed one to Iraxx and then took a seat next to him.

Abraham: "Yes, for you it does, Commandor. For you it does."

He smiled, downing his drink in one go and slamming the glass on the table as the drink flowed down his throat.

Abraham: "Have you ordered a second search party to find Alexie yet?"

Iraxx: "Yes, sir. I've widened the radias of the search patrol as well, hopefully we'll at least pick up his trail."

Abraham smiled softly, nodding his head in support of his initiative.

Abraham: "And what of the Changlings body?"

Slowly Iraxx sipped the Whiskey, gently shaking his head as he stared worriedly into Abrahams eyes. A lone eyebrow was raised and Abraham sat back on his chair, drumming his fingers on the table.

Abraham: "Hmmm, that is okay, so long as you do it as soon as the meeting is over. And whilst you speak to one of the Medical staff, ask when a new demonstration will be given. From what you've said, the latest one was merely a demonstration of fighting prowess, and nothing of real achievement."

Iraxx gulped down the Whiskey, swallowing it quickly as he felt it burn his throat on its way to his stomach. He then nodded quickly, placing the glass down as he gave a small cough. Abraham smiled, giving Iraxx a friendly pat on the shoulder as he picked up the glass' and stood, walking over to the mini-bar to return them from where they came. But as he did he stopped, and without turning to Iraxx he spoke.

Abraham: "Oh, Commandor, i did a bit of research myself. Apparently Tobias Acrangle is Corrack Acrangle's son. And apparently, he's also a deserter."

The Commandor suddenly became increasingly nervous, slowly he turned, opening his mouth to speak.

Abraham: "He, apparently, managed to get into one of the Orkhid bases and implant a small Virus into the Orkhid Archives. Destroying all data of, not only himself, but other Orkhid personel. This is probably why his name didn't arouse suspicion, Commandor. But, you should have, and you WILL do in the future, done a check with the Orkhid Medical Council, who have his name on their own database."

He gently placed the glass' down on the mini-bar and turned to Iraxx, his expression seemingly twisted with hate. This shocked the Commandor, for Abraham had only just being smiling happily and being nice before turning into this...this hatefilled being.

Abraham: "Eyewitness' have said that Tobias killed his Commanding Officer, along with some of his squadron, before running from the battlefield. Needless to say, you could have apprehended him when you called him into your office."

Iraxx: "B-But..."

Abraham: "QUIET!!"

He grabbed ahold of Iraxx' chair and span it around so it faced him, he then placed both of his hands on the arms of the chair and leaned in, his face seething with fury.

Abraham: "Through Tobias' actions, one of my close friends was killed. Ripped apart by those foul, gut-devouring beasts. He could've been brought to justice, Commandor. But through your negligence, he wasn't."

Iraxx pushed himself back, trying to move away from the red face of Abraham. But as he did so he felt an overwhelming surge of energy pass through him. Abraham's voice steadily trailed off, and his face began to steadily blur out. Iraxx squinted, trying to keep his superior in focus, trying to listen to what he was saying.

Female voice: "Elsiben Iraxx."

Iraxx turned his head to the right, everything seemed to go in slow motion. The voice was haunting, but something told him it was incredibly familiar. The room around him was no longer a room, it was a blur. Like a moist painting, which had, had a hand ran across it.

Ethereal voice: "You have...died (died)...Your Soul is a decayed (decayed) wreck...wrapped in the thorns...You have no (no) life. No...real..."

The voice seemed to get louder and quieter, he kept on missing certain words, whilst other words echoed softly. A wave of energy passed over him again, a bright light suddenly flashing into his eyes.

Iraxx: "H-Hello?"

His voice seemed distorted, unreal. Echoeing for half a second before falling silent.

Female voice: "No power? Heh, no pow..."

The Commandor called out again, shouted loudly, as loud as he possibly could. He didn't know what was happening, didn't know where he was. The voices droned on, like the wind whispering callously, only allowing him to hear certain, unimportant, words.

Female voice: "...phin (phin), yes?"

Iraxx: "Where am i!?"

He tried to stand, but his body felt as if it had suddenly become paralysed. He tried to force his hand up, failing as the weight being put upon him was incredible. He squirmed, his eyes shooting across the mass blur of nothingness.

Female voice: "...track then, eh?"

*Shatter*
The feeling of glass shards ripping at his entire being washed across him as if he was taking a shower in glass. He screamed out, his voice distorting in a fierce and terrifying fashion. The feeling of his guts being mangled and lashed at took ahold, he would've doubled up in pain, if only he could move. His eyes were blinded by a remarkably bright light, he clenched his eyes shut, hoping to block it out, but failed. Images began to swirl around before his eyes, like moving photographs being scattered from the roof of a tall building. He tried to distract himself from the pain, catching quick glimpses of them as they flashed past. One was of him, his head wrapped with a large white bandage. A few more flickered past, too fast for him to see, then he caught a glimpse of another, it was of a tall black haired female. Sleek and slender and of Orkhid origin. He heard the words 'I love you' echoe in the images, felt the strange pain of someone ripping his Heart out and then...
*Clatter*
Abraham was stood looking down at him, now accompanied by Wyles and Jaxxson, and also two females. Who he assumed where the new Councillors. He blinked his eyes, he was lying on the floor, sweat pouring off him and a pounding headache seemingly gnawing at his brain. He tried to speak, tried to figure out what had just happened. Looking to his right and past the legs of Wyles, he saw a largish strand of whiteness, wriggling around furiously, electricity wrapping around it, before it was steadily absorbed into the floor.

Abraham: "Don't move, Commandor. A Doctor is coming soon, don't worry."

He looked up at Abraham, his voice had lost its viciousness and had a certain warmth to it now. Whether this was real or fake, Iraxx was unsure. But as he tried to remember the images he had seen, tried to recall what was going on, he suddenly realised that they were slipping from him. It was like he was trying to grab ahold of smoke with just his hands, the images were merely dispersing into nothingness, and as he tried harder, he gently blacked out.