= IMADAETH: THE STRONGEST SLIG ON ODDWORLD =
Notes: This story was written to satisfy my own desires. As such, there may be sections of this fanfic which you may not like. Please note that there will be a lot of deaths and extreme violence in this fanfic. So if you have a sensitive disposition you might want to skip this one
For those of you brave enough to continue, happy reading!
= Prelude =
His skin was Black. His mask gave his eyes a yellow tint.
He was bigger and more muscular than the typical Slig.
On the day of his birth, he killed 3 interns with his bare hands.
A month after his birth, he killed his Vykker master and escaped.
Two months after he was born, he massacred a Slig battalion as if it was nothing.
His destruction would continue forever.
This is the tale of the strongest Slig on Oddworld.
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Beware the darkness,
Beware the night,
A flame appears to extinguish the light.
Death lurks,
Evil howls,
The killer, prowls...
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"Well, is it alive?", the Vykker asked hopefully. The Intern mumbled excitedly. "Excellent", the Vykker clasped his hands together, rubbing them, facing the other way for a moment.
Suddenly, a spurt of blood flew past the Vykker's head. The Vykker instantly froze, his smile still on his face, afraid to even move a muscle for fear of retalliation.
The Vykker slowly turned his head, the Intern was dying, screaming in agony. The heart was clutched in the hand of the newborn Slig, still beating. The newborn Slig giggled at his new toy to play with. He threw it on the floor, hearing it make a sickening noise as it hit the floor.
"What the?", the Vykker was speechless. He couldn't believe that a newborn could have done something like that. Surely it was just an accident?
"Seize it!", he shrieked. The two Interns put their hands on the newborn's shoulders. But at that instant the newborn's smile faded. He put his hand on one of the Intern's arms, and with no effort at all, he ripped it clean off the Intern's shoulders. The arm flew through the air, hitting the ground.
"This can't be happening". The Vykker could hardly believe what was happening. The other intern was about to strike the newborn on the head with his baton, but the newborn stuck his hand right into the Intern's head. He felt the crunch of the bones and felt the brain juices flowing out, still warm.
The armless Intern was clutching his bloody stump on the floor, crying in pain.
Spotting him, the newborn jumped off the table and onto the Intern's body. The instant he jumped onto the body, it was crushed underneath him. The body didn't show any resistance at all, it sank right down to the same level as the floor. Unbelievably flat, like a rolling pin on a pancake.
The Vykker couldn't contain himself, he fled the room and locked the door behind the newborn. The newborn was dangerous. This was impossible.
The Slig was getting sick of these stupid tests, It's been a month by now and he was getting very restless. He would definately escape today.
The Vykker came into the room. He had discovered that wearing the armor protected him from the newborn. Unluckily for him, he had been on holiday and had forgot to measure the strength of the newborn every day like he should have. He walked into the room as usual, but he realised too late, that the Slig was becoming absurdly stronger as each day passed.
The Slig was bored of his master's stupid whining voice. He jumped into the air and punched his head clean off. It hit the ground with a satisfying crunch.
"Maybe I can get out of this dump now". He turned, and walked out of the room. Alarms were sounded. A group of armored Sligs approached him, guns held out.
"Freeze!", they yelled. The escaped Slig continued walking. If they expected him to raise his arms, they were mistaken. The escaped Slig just shrugged, and started walking towards them menacingly.
"Hey, back off pal", the tallest armored Slig yelled. When the escapee didn't respond to his request, the armored Slig fired his gun at it.
At first, it would seem like the bullet went into the target, the Slig smiled but then dropped the smile instantly. In fact, it had just been crushed as it hit the surface. It hadn't gone into the skin at all. It was like a lump of jelly hitting a steel girder. Even the impact area was clean, spotless, as if nothing happened.
"What the thunk?!". He fired again and again... but none of the bullets penetrated the escapee. They just rebounded or stuck to the body, as if they were not even affecting him in the slightest.
The other Sligs screamed and started running as he approached them... but the Slig who fired was dumbfounded, he couldn't believe what his eyes were telling him.
"What the heck are you?". He yelled, moving backwards to the wall.
"I", said the escapee, walking right up the Slig, "am everything wrong with this world, begone". He head-butted the Slig with as much force as he could muster. When he moved back, there wasn't a single part of the Slig's head left, a sickening dent left into the wall behind him. All that was left was the neck bone, connected to the torso like some unfinished robot. The blood flowed down to the floor, forming a puddle of red liquid.
He kicked the body to the floor, and walked away.
The escapee turned, his back now facing towards the laboratory.
His name was Imadaeth.
Imadaeth: The strongest Slig on Oddworld
