"DragonGear tells the story of the three beloved TopGear presenters as they set off on an epic quest through an entirely new world that combines science fiction and fantasy!
When an army of darkness from another dimension threatens to invade their world, Jeremy, James, and Richard must figure out how to stop them. The only way they can do this is to tame the most ferocious and deadly dragon ever to live!"
When an army of darkness from another dimension threatens to invade their world, Jeremy, James, and Richard must figure out how to stop them. The only way they can do this is to tame the most ferocious and deadly dragon ever to live!"
Chapter I:
Richard laid on his back, staring blankly at the old, stained ceiling. How the stains had gotten up there he had no idea; but it at least gave him something to think about each day other than his inevitable doom.
A small amount of light crept into the room through a very small barred window that was very close to the ceiling. The cell he held in was fairly small, and almost completely bare. The only things in the room were the cold, metal bed he was lying on and a filthy looking toilet and a sink in the far corner of the room. Richard had always been quite nervous to use the toilet, and he saw no point in even having the sink in the cell since the chain that he was forced to wear wouldn't allow him to reach it. The chain was connected to a thick, metal shackle that was around his right ankle and was attached to the wall just beneath the bed.
He had tried, on several occasions, to break the chain. However, each time he gave it a pull or wandered too far away from the wall, an electric shock would travel through the metal and straight into him. The shock was powerful and each time he received one he was left feeling weak and ill. Even if he had managed to break the chain, separating him from the hallway was a thick, steel door which must have been several inches thick. There was a small window in it, but even that was constructed of bulletproof glass. The barred window was out of the question.
Richard got to his feet and began to pace back and forth across the grated floor, listening to the rusty metal plates clank quietly as they shifted under his feet. He could only pace one or two steps in each direction, but it at least helped him burn off a tiny bit of the stress bubbling up within him.
How had be gotten here? Richard couldn't remember. The only memory he had was running through the dark, running away from someone, and then coming crashing to the ground. He also had a memory of two other men. He remembered that one of them was incredibly tall, and had pale-colored eyes and a head of curly, gray hair. His memory of the other man was very unclear; all he could remember was long, light brown hair and blue eyes. He didn't remember anything else about them. All he knew was the fact that they had been friends. He didn't remember how or why they had met, but he somehow knew that they had been very, very close.
And that they were in danger.
He had to get out of that jail cell as fast as he possibly could. He didn't even know why he needed to save them or what had happened; the only thing he knew for sure was the fact that he would never be able to go home without their help.
Richard eventually become so lost in thought that he had forgotten about the chain and took one too many steps. Just as he realized his mistake, a powerful current of electricity coursed through his body, stunning him. Richard howled in agony as he collapsed onto the floor, giving the chain another tug and giving himself another electric shock. His body was shaking uncontrollably as he whimpered from the pain.
An intense feeling of nausea began to rise up within him; Richard tried with little success to suppress the feeling, but eventually he completely lost control of it and vomited onto the floor. It felt incredibly painful, but after it was all over with, he was glad that he at least didn't feel as sick anymore.
It was a damned good thing that the floor of the cell was grated, as well.
Just when he thought things couldn't possibly get any worse, the door of his cell opened. Richard struggled to try to see who was coming in, but he had almost no strength left and could only sit on his hands and his knees, shaking and gasping pathetically. Richard's vision began to blur, but he could see a pair of black leather boots walking toward him. He braced himself for a violent kick, but none ever came.
As shameful as it made him feel, Richard let out one final groan of agony before collapsing onto the floor. His heart pounded as he watched a pale hand reach out and rest on his forehead. Richard looked up at the man who had touched him. He saw dirty-blonde hair and strong, blue eyes.
Could this be one of the men he had remembered? Richard was too weak to consider the thought much longer and just laid motionless on the grated floor as the man continued to look him over.
"Now just take a look at what you have done to the poor man..." the man's voice did not sound like it belonged to any of his friends. It did, however, have a powerful yet gentle tone that strangely comforted him.
"The electric shock is not lethal, it is simply to prevent prisoners from escaping the facility." Richard had not been aware that this man had brought other men with him. They must have been security guards of some sort. The other man who spoke had a deep, rough-sounding voice; that alone made Richard wish he had the strength and courage to run away from this place. Richard was somehow glad that he couldn't see his face.
The tall man gave Richard's hair a gentle stroke before speaking again, "A human is a delicate thing, my friend..." He looked into Richard's eyes and smiled gently.
"W...ho..." Richard tried to say before the man put a finger over his lips.
"Shh..." the man said, "...there is no need to worry..."
Richard, whose strength was steadily draining from his body, shuddered one last time before shutting his eyes and passing out at the tall man's feet. The man sighed quietly before sliding his hands underneath Richard, lifting him and carrying him off down the dimly lit corridor as gently as a sleeping child.
NOTE: I am still doing Showdown, however, this is simply a side-project. Every other Showdown update I will update this, probably.