Tales of the Admins

[Garrett Jax]

...Continued from this post

Garrett Jax found himself lying on a cold steel floor of a jail cell, presumably still at Fort Bush. His entire body hurt. Muscles in his chest, arms and legs still twitched involuntarily from the tazer strikes. Those foolish mortals from the LPI will pay for their insolence, he thought. He tried to get up, but his legs decided that wasn't a great idea. He chose to acquiesce to his legs desire and just lay there.

The room was dark, with only a single dim light on the other side of the bars. He could barely make out a guard slumped over his desk, dead asleep. The minimum security was insulting, if not effective. His body was in no condition to move, much less escape. He was stuck.

There was nothing left to do. His options were all spent. All he could do was pray and hope that someone would listen and take pity on him. "Dear Sweet Igiss", he began. "Please get me out of this cell. I can't handle being among the mortals anymore. It's too much. I'll do anything if you get me out of here." Garrett Jax put his head on the steel floor and waited for the answer he knew would never come.

Suddenly, a familiar form shimmered inside his cell. It coalesced into a familiar face. It was Aerelm!

Aerelm was cloaked in the familiar Green of all A.D.M.I.N.S. His face wore an infuriating smirk. "What the hell happened to you, Garrett," he asked. "Why in Igiss name are you lying on the floor?"

Garrett tried to look as dignified as his tortured spasming body could look. He tried so hard not to sob. "I need help," he admitted ashamedly. "I can't move and I need to get out of here."

Aerelm's smile grew even more infuriating. "I can get you out of here," he offered. "However, it will come with a price."

Garrett's eyes narrowed. "What price?"

"Come back to the Greens," Aerelm said. His eyes flashed with what looked like pity. "You know you don't belong here. I'm surprised you lasted this long."

Garrett considered the invitation. Life as an immortal A.D.M.I.N. or life wracked with pain, torture and certain death? The choice was clear. "There is no way in hell I'm going to be an A.D.M.I.N. again," he screamed. "If you are not going to help me, then get lost."

Aerelm laughed. "We have coffee. The good stuff."

Garrett didn't even blink. "Give me the damn green jacket!"

Garrett put on the proffered Green jacket and instantly felt better. His pain was gone. He could stand up again and move around. He turned back toward Aerelm, dreading the assignment, but tempted hard by the coffee. "You know, Aerelm," Garrett said. "You don't exactly play fair."

The infuriating smile returned. "I know, Garrett," he laughed. "I know."

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