Sorry if its a little confusing. I revised some parts, so it should be clear enough.
I shall build a house of cards out of your comments and live in it for as long as I am alive.
Enjoy.
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Dan leaned slowly against the stack of crates, shivering as he felt ice-cold water drip through his armor and soak him to the bone. The weather was beyond miserable. The pair were pelted by hail and rain, whipped with unbearably strong gusts of wind, and blinded by the fog that hung in the air, stinging their eyes. The violent rocking of the airship was nauseating, and Dan felt queasy just sitting there.
Red peeked around the corner of their hiding spot, snuzi raised.
I don’t see him.
Dan looked around the crates without even trying to hide. He frowned. There was nobody to be seen; if Ian, or any other guards for that matter, had survived, then they were doing the exact same thing: hiding. Dan turned away, frowning, only to double-take like some overdone comedy skit. He saw something move farther down the foggy deck: something pull a leg behind a crate.
Look. Dan muttered, pointing. Red scowled.
What?
Dan pointed again, frustrated.
Right there!
Red looked uncertain, but he had a right to. There was nothing to see there anymore. Dan loaded his snuzi and slowly crept out onto the deck.
W-wait! Red hissed, pulling him back by his arm.
What the hell do you think you’re doing?!
Dan looked down the wharf again.
There’s something down there.
There’s ‘someone’ down there and we know who that ‘someone’ is, and if you go down there you are ‘guaranteed to die!’
Dan jerked his arm free of Red’s grasp.
Well what options do we have? he hummed a little too loudly, waving his snuzi.
If we stay here we’ll get killed!
Red stood up, horns flat against his head in a defensively.
We can stay here and–
And delay the inevitable? Dan interrupted.
Just wait to be discovered? Spend the last moments of our lives cowering in fear before Nedd finds us and pries our hearts out of our rib-cages?
Red fell silent. Finally he said
Don’t joke about that.
I’m not joking. Dan growled, stalking off down the wharf despite the wind that nearly pushed him over. Red followed timidly behind, which Dan found to be ironic. Dan was usually the one who hid from danger while Red did all the shooting, but with the unexpected attacks and sudden fear of discovery, the roles had swapped.
Dan squinted against the rain and swept his arm over his eyes, glowering. It was too late to go back. He moved tentatively over the slippery deck, his heart beating unsteadily every time he lost balance, and hoped to Odd that his reckless plan would somehow work out.
A muffled scream split the silence. Dan and Red threw their backs against the wharf wall immediately, snuzi’s cocked and loaded. Dan looked at Red. Red looked at Dan. Then, slowly, unsurely, they moved stealthily onwards, guided only by lightning in the distance.
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Nedd crouched down from his position on the weathered deck, his horns rotating cageyly. He had to turn his head constantly to make up for his lack of eye; if he didn’t, his vision imparement would prove him vulnerable on his right side. The bad weather wasn’t helping either. The moisture in the air loosened the scabs on both his eye and severed limb, sending fresh shockwaves of pain through his body.
‘This can’t be worth it.’ He found himself thinking. ‘I should just jump off this odd-damn ship and end it already.’
A second emotion overcame him. His eye darkened. If those thoughtless guards in the basement had given him a chance in the first place, he wouldn’t have become what he was, and none of this would have happened. But, seeing as things had indeed happened, what did he have to live for?
A lick of the lips was all it took; to taste the fresh blood that caked it, blood that wasn’t his. All his life he had lived in fear of his world. Now, it was time for his world to fear
him.
Some foolish slig had the guts to thrust its head out of its poorly-thought-out hiding place near one of the doors. It spotted Nedd and jerked back suddenly, as though thinking he hadn’t noticed. Nedd smirked and crept over to the hiding spot, deathly silent, and threw himself around the corner, pinning the slig to the ground. The slig cried out as its weapon fell from its hand, and proceeded to lash out with its metal legs. Nedd merely pulled away, looking thoughtful. He often found that, in times of pain, it helped to torture others.
“Help!” The slig screamed. “Somebody! Anybody!”
“Shhh,” Nedd whispered, the way a parent would soothe a fitful child. “Be quiet.”
The slig lashed out with one of its hands, just barely missing its target. Nedd smiled softly and grabbed the slig by its face tentacles, silencing it immediately. His eyes darkened. He lunged forward to tear the slig’s throat out with his teeth, to taste its soft, saline flesh, when suddenly, unexpectedly, something made him pause. Something familiar. He sat up and looked worriedly over his shoulder, horns twitching. That
voice! That odd-damn
voice!
‘Dan.’ He thought, looking down at the slig. He bared his teeth in a raptorial grin. “Hush, now.”
The slig cringed away, too terrified to move, as Nedd peeped around the corner. He could see two warped, barely identifiable silhouettes moving cautiously through the fog. They were moving towards the falling rain, which meant, from his position, Nedd was invisible. Nedd frowned. So many interruptions, so little time. In all the confusion, he desperately wished that everyone would just stop stalling and let him enjoy his meat.
The two interns farther up the wharf were coming closer now, grinding their feet into the docks to avoid being pushed over by the wind. Nedd wasn’t particularly worried about them. What he was worried about was how they miraculously avoided harm every time he ran into them. Nedd pulled back into his hiding spot, neglecting the slig that he still held quivering in his hand. What he needed was a plan, a way to get rid of those little bastards once and for all. The ‘hit and run’ method might work, he decided, if they didn’t spot him beforehand.
Nedd hauled the slig roughly into the air by its face tentacles, staring it in the eyes. He put a finger over his mouth to signalize for it to be quiet. The slig nodded weakly, too scared to object.
Nedd threw the slig aside carelessly and crouched near the exit of his hiding spot, his good hand supporting his upper weight as he scanned the wharf. He winced as he felt a light tingle of pain run up his right arm. His severed limb was so swollen around the edges that it released only a faint trickle of blood, but it did nothing for the pain. He could hear his target’s muffled talk more clearly now, even though he could hardly see them; if they would have just kept quiet, then maybe Nedd wouldn’t have noticed they were there.
...should stay here... Durc will...
Nedd growled. Durc will what? Probably nothing, he thought... or perhaps he’d run off and sulk over his poor sloggie. Nedd smirked.
...did you hear something?
The chatter grew silent. Nedd tensed, head down, his remaining eye flicking left and right in an attempt to watch the two through the gloom. His excellent night vision was useless when the weather was bad. He could hear the slig behind him trembling so violently that its metal pants rattled. Then, suddenly, tension got the better of Nedd’s terrorized victim, and it screamed.
“PLEASE! HELP ME!”
Nedd threw himself at the slig and grabbed it, wriggling, in his arms. He bit its throat. The slig screamed. Nedd roared savagely, sputtering blood down his jaws, and snapped his prey’s neck with his powerful jaws. Its struggling ceased and its head rolled, body limp and lifeless. The brief struggle ended abruptly. Nedd’s eyelids fluttered slightly as he felt blood, hot in contrast with the cold weather, trickle down the back of his throat. It was heavenly and intoxicating: nothing could compare.
A bullet ricochet off the metal door in front of him, leaving a dark, scar-like mark. Nedd swung around, holding the slig body in his hands as though it were some precious object he couldn’t live without.
Red was standing in front of Dan, his snuzi shaking in his hands. The first words out of his mouth were
Where’s Ian?
Nedd frowned. Ian. Where had he heard that name before?
“Beats me.” Nedd said casually, tearing a mouthful of soft flesh from the slig’s punctured neck. Red staggered back, his hands over his mouth and his eyes wide.
Oh Odd, He cursed, looking away.
Dan pushed Red aside, snuzi aimed precisely at Nedd’s heart.
Don’t lie!
“Would I lie to you?” Nedd asked innocently, looming over Dan and staring him down. Dan cringed.
Of course you would. He said, his voice rising in pitch. His finger closed around his weapon’s trigger.
“Go ahead, shoot me, I dare you!” Nedd demanded.
Dan stiffened, tightening his grip on his snuzi.
I don’t kill my friends. He mumbled, sounding humiliated.
“Your
friends?” Nedd laughed, stepping closer. His feet made the metal groan; very dramatic. He liked that. “What led you to believe we were
friends? In fact, what makes you think I ever
liked you?” Dan stepped back, startled. “You’re worthless as a friend. You’re nothing. No matter what you tried, you failed at. Was it pity, perhaps, that led me to treat you kindly? Or was it because you were too stupid to tell when you were genuinely hated?”
Dan’s horns flopped against his head, his eyes so piercing that they seemed to burn a hole through his armor.
If there’s anyone you should pity, it should be yourself. You’re talking like you know what you’re talking about, when in reality, you know nothing. It was you that followed me, because you were too scared to be alone, because you were too frightened to do something as excruciatingly simple as sorting fuzzle cages... he glared up at him. Dan didn’t seem nearly as short as he did before.
... I treated you nicely because I considered you a friend, though it was mostly out of shame to have to work with a pathetic lost cause like you!
“YOU SON OF A BITCH!” Nedd exploded, flinging himself at his former associate. Dan and Red both jumped back, startled. Nedd swung his blunt, lopped arm, and cracked it against Red’s head. Red went out like a light. Nedd screamed in fury as he felt a snuzi bullet clip his ribcage, causing blood to flow down his chest. The wound wasn’t deep, nor was it fatal, but it did hurt.
Dan hastily loaded his snuzi in preparation for a second strike, his eyes wide with horror. He obviously hadn’t considered how he had planned to get out of the situation alive.
‘I won’t let that happen,’ Nedd thought bitterly, springing to the side as a second shot was fired. They circled like sharks, never allowing their opponent any ground.
Its not too late! Dan shouted over the howling wind and screeching rain. Hail pellets peppered the ground, adding ambiance to the hateful symphony of sound.
Nedd dove forward. “Too late for what?” He snarled.
To give up! Dan cried, firing. The shots missed again, and again, and again, bouncing uselessly off the slick floor. Nedd sprang forward for a counterstrike.
To die!
“No!”
Lightning lanced the sky like a javelin. Nedd fell on his hands and knees, screaming as the blinding light burned his skin like fire. When the spasms of pain faded, Nedd found himself shivering, struggling to work his lungs into motion; the exposure to bright light had been brief, but almost lethal.
Look at yourself! Dan pleaded. Nedd looked up slowly, and saw that Dan wasn’t prepared to shoot; his gun wasn’t even loaded.
Just look! Is this what you want? Is this truly what you want to be remembered as? A monster?
“Yes.” Nedd growled, struggling to stand. He fell back on his knees, head pounding. “I want this.”
You can’t be serious---
“DON’T QUESTION ME!” Nedd roared, jumping at him again. The airship rocked and creaked like the boughs of a tree. Dan slipped and fell to the side, clinging to the metal floor. Nedd dug his feet into the ground, just to find that it was frost-covered metal... he lost his balance, skidding to the side of the ship... he saw rough pine trees far below, grinning mockingly up at him like millions of silver teeth... trying to grab the rail, only to realize that he had but one hand to do so... the clouds rumbling above him, deafening... and feeling something catch on to his wrist at the last second, just barely holding on.
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The only sound in the cafeteria was that of gentle snoring. A slig was slumped against a table, loosely clutching a booze bottle in one hand, drool dripping through his tentacles. The slig sighed peacefully and shuffled in his sleep, his dreams twisted, but blissful. Something nudged his hand. He pushed it away, muttering.
“Go away.”
Whoever it was, they were persistent. It nudged him again, and the slig shoved it twice as hard.
“Get lost!” he spat, kicking his legs uselessly. “I’m trying to sleep!”
A faint whining got his attention. He forced his eyes open and glanced over his shoulder, where a pale pink slog with a shovel-shaped nose was standing. Its tongue, fire hose thick, rolled out from between its fist-sized teeth. The slig stiffened.
“Gooooood sloggie...” he muttered deliriously. He reached at his hip for his gun, and even though it wasn’t there, he kept searching. Finally he decided just to reach out and give the slog a pat on the head for being such a cute little thing. His fingertips rested on the slog’s head as more shapes materialized out of the darkness; huge, hulking, and hungry. The pink female slog’s gums pulled back in what was almost a smile.
‘Big mistake,’ she seemed to say.
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Dan didn’t know what the hell he was thinking. One moment, he was about to rid himself of an enemy he would have for life, and the next, he was grappling against the side of the guardrail, struggling to prevent said enemy from plunging off the side of the ship.
“What the hell are you doing? ” Nedd roared, thrashing like a fish on the end of a hook. “Let me go!”
Stop wriggling! Dan snarled.
Do you want to die?!
“I want you to
let me go!”
Dan just couldn’t do that. No matter what happened -even if Nedd killed everybody aboard the ship, hijacked it, and crashed it into an orphanage- Dan would never forgive himself for knowing he had killed his (former) friend.
Dan pulled back on Nedd’s hand as hard as he could and started backing up, struggling to keep his feet steady against the slippery metal deck. The rain sloshed under his feet as he made little ground, straining against the storm that threatened to throw him over the edge. Time seemed to slow. After what felt like forever, Dan saw Nedd’s severed arm come over the edge of the rail and grip on tightly. Finally Nedd hauled himself over the edge and collapsed on the wharf, his chest rising and falling rapidly. Dan staggered back and sat down, exhausted. For a second at least, the cold rain felt good against his aching bones.
Nedd sat up, his eye cold. He bared his teeth as he demanded “Why did you do that?”
We’ve been over this. Dan replied cooly, surprised that his voice sounded steady. Deep inside, he was freaking out.
Nedd stood up, his eye rotating unsurely, as though expecting a trap. But there was no trap; just him, Dan, and the elements. Nedd looked as though he was going to say something, but no words came.
‘So much for a thank-you,’ Dan thought bitterly.
Nedd finally looked away and started stalking off down the wharf, towards the red door that they had come through. Dan stiffened.
Hey, wait! Come back here!
Nedd slipped up to the metal door, kicked it open, and stomped inside. Dan found this all to be unfair.
Get back here right now! He warned, fumbling to his feet and taking off after him. He skidded inside and looked around. Nedd was already gone.
That bastard...
Dan quickly loaded his snuzi, flicked on his flashlight, and sped through the corridors of stacked shelves and oak crates, flinching every time he passed a shadow that even remotely resembled a person. Dan scowled as he ran onwards. Nedd could just climb over anything that got in his way, as swift as a breeze; Dan had to run as fast as his legs would carry him. After a few minutes of scurrying about he found the kitchen door, which looked as though it had been torn off its hinges. He ducked inside, wary...
...and was grabbed by the throat.
“Why are you following me?” Nedd demanded, shaking him like a ragdoll. Dan’s flashlight fell from his hand and clattered on the floor. “Just because you saved my life doesn’t mean I won’t snuff out yours!”
Dan cringed; Nedd was gripping his throat so tightly that he couldn’t breathe, let alone speak. Nedd dropped him carelessly and glared at him. “Leave me alone!”
Why? Dan sneered.
So that you can get back to killing every innocent person on this ship?
“Innocent?” Nedd echoed, voice low. “
Innocent? There’s not a single person on this odd-damn ship thats innocent! Everybody here is a @^$%ed up weirdo, haven’t you noticed by now? Nobody is innocent! Look what your boss did to my arm! It hurts like a bitch!”
Helix did that?
“Stop following me!” Nedd repeated, just to make a point. “Or I swear I’ll skin you alive and leave you for the slogs, you hear me?”
Nedd marched over to the cafeteria door and forced it open. The overwhelming stench of freshly spilled blood flooded the room. Nedd sighed contentedly, eye closed slightly. Dan slowly stood, confused. What was with Nedd’s fascination with blood all of the sudden? Did he use it as a way to channel his newfound love of violence?
“Hey!” Nedd snapped, his voice echoing off the walls. The only reply was the faint scuffling of claws against the floor. Nedd brightened suddenly. “Good girl, Lady!” He said, reaching down and rubbing the slog on the head as she materialized from the darkness. Her snout was splattered in gore, and her heavy tongue was draped over her jaws like a flag. Dan slowly looked past Nedd to see what all the commotion was about. He could see bodies... and slogs. He suddenly felt sick.
Nedd stalked into the cafeteria, followed closely by Lady. Dan rubbed his face sickishly, feeling as though he were about to break down and cry. All the violence he had seen in the past few weeks was really starting to hurt him; he found himself slowly growing depressed, and bags had begun to form under his eyes, making him seem much older than he really was.
Silence followed. Dan slumped against the wall weakly, his eyes dark. His stomach churned, and he felt the stitches on his hip and horn start to ache.
He heard the sound of the cafeteria door open. Guards shuffled in quickly, flashing their snuzis, but it was too late. Nedd was long gone; where in the ship he was now, Dan had no idea. He sighed. He just didn’t want to be the one to explain the situation to Durc.
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Nedd slipped into the basement as quiet as a mouse, slowly shutting the door behind him. The faint light from the sparking key-card lock outside illuminated his eyes, which had since turned to their normal, blood-red state. He walked slowly through the corridors flanked by Lady, who was wagging her hips and following his every move; she was obviously pleased with herself. The rest of the cylonite slogs had either scattered themselves in the basement or were trailing uncertainly behind, curious of what to do next.
Nedd felt a tingle of pain rush up his arm, and he flinched. If he didn’t do something about it, he would bleed to death. For once he was glad that he was an intern; at least he knew how to do stitches.
Reluctantly he entered a room and searched a nearby desk for some stitching equipment. All he managed to find was a painfully thick needle (“...Damnit”) and some very dark, very stiff surgical thread. Lady trotted into the room and flopped down in a corner, panting happily.
Nedd picked up a knife that resembled a lil’ hacker resting nearby. He put it against his arm hesitantly. His hand had been lopped off in one quick, clean cut, which actually put him at a disadvantage. If the cut had been ragged, then he would have had extra skin to work with. Seeing as the cut was clear through, he was going to have to do a lot more hacking; first, he would have to cut an inch or so through the skin around the cut in an ‘x’ shape, then he would have to hack off the knuckle of bone that protruded through the flesh. After that he would have to stick his arm in one of the boiling-hot steam pipes to disinfect it. Then he would be able to stitch it up.
Nedd groaned and slumped to his knees. He was in for a rough night.