The Last Oddetsey

[NWOWWE]

Gaunt was finishing up one of the science magazines. He planned on asking if he could keep one. At face value it was pretty worthless, but you never knew...

A sliding sound jerked him out of his thoughts. He could see a little bit of Dr. Seben's face. Gaunt's eyes narrowed slightly.

"Mr Gaunt, your chakra are incorrectly aligned for psionic abilities, however, as a very magical creature you can still be of use to us. You will not be rescued, your friends think you have left already."

The hatch immediately slammed shut. Get back here you f***ing a**hole! Gaunt was ready to scream, but a sudden pain in his chest robbed him of his breath and voice. He staggered over to the wall and propped himself against it. The pain continued along with a kind of draining sensation. What was going on? He looked at his hands and saw them changing. He was changing back into a demon. Through the pain, he screwed up his concentration as best as he could manage to reverse the transformation. Nothing. What were they doing to him? The draining sensation... Were they...? They were! They were actually draining his powers away from him! Anger surged through him. Anger... and fear. He had never felt anywhere near this kind of helplessness. He had never thought such a thing could be possible.

He pulled off the jacket he had acquired and shakily dug through the pockets. He extracted one of the smoke balls and the collapsible harpoon. A vague plan was swirling in his head. Demon-Gaunt sauntered over to the bathroom unit. Was the room watertight? Might as well find out he thought with a snarl. He screwed up all the strength he could manage and attacked the toilet, trying to burst the water line. Success! He tore up pages of some of the periodicals and jabbed them down the sink's drain and turned it's water on as high as it would go.

There... I'm being destructive and insolent, he thought. Perhaps they'll want to come in and reprimand me. Let them. If the wrong f***ing person opens that door they won't live long enough to regret it! He then went about making as much noise and commotion near the door as possible.