Heeyyyy, gimme a break! I've got important exams to worry about, and sometimes I may forget to post, so shoosh, you!! :mad:

Besides, you're not exactly posting a lot of replies to other peoples fics, are you? *sighs* Just calm down, all right?

(BTW, I have read it, and it's good, just a little confusing toward the end. )

Yay! second page!
Sorry Teal :( :( ....
Oh and about the fic, sorry to all you slig lovers out there but this is a Mud fic and involves violence to sligs.
But the next hero Slup will be a slig.

We walked for about an hour, my legs aching as we walked on the cold, hard metal floor.
Nat had recovered, Ash listening to his own footsteps was able to tell where to go, something I will never understand.
I longed for the wild, for Leo for an Elum.
Eventually we reached a hatch, I opened it... It was a lift shaft.
I collapsed on the floor sweating, then Nat called me. "Jim the elevator is coming down!" he said. I scrambled to my feet thinking of a way to get down. Then the lift came by stopping just below us. "Jim, what are waiting for? go on the lift" said Rob.
"Let's go on the lift" I said. We jumped on top of the lift. "We'll get of at floor 7" I said. As we aproached seven I saw that the door was open. A sligs gun was wedged between the doors, the alarm on that floor was on. We jumped off landing in the zulag. Carved slig bodies littered the floor. Nat shuddered "Jim, did Scar-eye come here?" he asked. "Yes" I said. I was getting more serious by the minute, "Jim" came Ash's voice. "Yeah?" I said. "Did you see Ian transform?" he asked. "Yes, we all did except Nat" Nat tapped me. "Was I bad when I saw those Mud bodies?" he asked. I descided to lie "No you just went to sleep" I said as we trudged through the Zulag, we were getting closer...

I like posting!

It's been a while, Teal has exams, Drag is busy and Silversnow can only be here once a week.

I'm sure we had already slowed down the factory, voices kept hounding sligs and Glukkons to report to the main offices. But the Sligs were all being killed and with Abe and me around Mudokons were running out too...
"Wait! I've had an idea!" I said. "What?" asked Nat. "Shipment dates have been missed! I know how we can get out of here!" I said "How!" asked Ash and Nat eagerly.
"Feeco keeps it's trains here sometimes, we could board a train and get out of here!"
"What about Scar-eye and Ian?" asked Ash.
"Knowing them they'll fight their way out, or Abe'll get them!" I said.
"Where are the trains kept?" asked Ash. "Last but one floor!" I said. We were getting excited, we had worked hard to get this far....

Floor 7 housed one of the main Brewery store rooms. Ash of course would never see the astounding sight of it. Judging quickly I said it was about two miles around the outside. Barrels and Boxes were stacked to the roof everywhere. We were on a high walkway near the ceiling but we would soon get a closer view of the room. Nat was leening over the handrail "Jim come look at this!" he called. I walked to him and peered over at the bottom there was a huge machine producing soulstorm brew bottles. As I looked at it something fell out of my loincloth. It was smooth and flat and fell straight down into the gears of the machine.
There was a click then a hiss "Jim What's that?" asked Ash. "Ummm, I dropped my cardkey in the Machine" I then heard a shout from behind me and once again we were greeted with bullets. A few hit Nat in the leg who lost his balance and fell over the rail, then they fired at Ash. I ran and pushed him over the rail diving to avoid the bullets. My hand fell on an empty brew bottle which a hurled at the enemy. It wasn't very afective but bought me enough time to jump the rail and fall into the maze...

It's been a while. My ambition is to get into the habit of writing again like in the old days.

I fell onto something hard. I looked down to see I was lying on a box. A rolled off and landed next to Ash.
"Where the hell am I?" Questioned Ash.
"THERE THEY ARE" yelled one of the sligs opening fire on us. I ducked pulling Ash with me then ran quickly behind the nearest crate. It was a bone crate and about 9 feet tall. I went to ask Ash about Nat but a bullet shot straigt through the crate narrowly missing me. It hit the opossite crate which started to leak brew. "God" I murmered. "Jim!" I heard Nat shout from somewhere to the right. "Come quickly".
I ran with Ash in the direction of the voice and dived behind a strangly shaped crate.
Nat sat beside me. Suddenly bullets came flying everywhere, smashing crates and barrels. A huge crate crashed sideways onto ours. A barrel crashed into some smaller crates which blocked our right. A barrel rolled right up to our left and got lodged in the gap. There were more crashes as crates piled on top of us. Finally everything went silent, we were on our own in our own small little hole.

Only a little since my inspiration well has dried up.

I awoke to darkness.
"Rob is this where we were before?" I whispered.
"Jim? is that you?" came Nat's voice from my right. I was surprised to find I wasn't dead and floating in heaven with Rob. After all we had been buryed by about twenty or more crates. "Nat where are we?" I asked looking in his direction. "Somewhere in the warehouse" said Nat. "Where's Ash?" I asked.
"Sleeping" Answered Nat. A bullet hole in the crate I was leaning against opened into what appeared to be scrab cakes. I took one and swallowed it whole. The crate on my left contained brew bottles. I took one. Ok I confess, I took about ten. I had missed Abe now, by far. The brewery was probably collapsing around us, we didn't know wether Scar-eye was dead or alive nor Ian. It was bad. Now, even by my standards, it was time to get pissed. I cracked open the first bottle and took a large swig. My head was spinning by the third swig. I think I heard Nat calling me but I couldn't grasp his words. I took another swig this time finishing the bottle. I cracked open the second with much trouble as my sight was going by now. I managed it and took a long swig. I continued to drink for what appeared to be a lifetime until, totally sick and exhausted I fell asleep.

*Sighs* 'Fragments' style aproach to it all.

Er, rich.... love ya sig...

I awoke to the sounds of footsteps outside. Nat and Ash were still asleep. I heard more footsteps, this time I could distinguish them as Mudokon steps. I wearily crawled to barrel and somehow over a 15 minute period squeezed through a small gap.
I stood in a murky red brown puddle, Slig blood and lots of it. Corpses too. They all appeared to have been stabbed, some repeatedly, blood oozing from their wounds. And yet, all of the corpses had something in common. Cut into their flesh was an ancient symbol of which I could only just remember the meaning.

A cross inside a star, which was inside a circle. This was the ancient symbol of mudokon spiritual fighters. I quickly followed the trail with joy, thinking Scar-eye must have visited, but as I turned the corner I a frightening sight met my eyes.
Three Mudokons sat praying on the floor in front of a slig. This slig looked different from other sligs because he had no mask. On his back he had a large tattoo bearing the symbol. He held a sword in his hands also bearing Mudokon symbols I couldn't make out.
He cried "stupid sligs! always working for Glukkons just for the money," he spat on a corpse "But we are different, my kind we're here to show both Muds and Glukkons they can stop arguing because neither of them are the chosen species, this you fools is the day of the SLIG!" He began to laugh hysterically until the end of a blade emmerged from his stomach...

Great story Rich! I have taken an hour to read the whole thing. Can't wait for you to keep writing.

Note : check out my fan fic the Fallen temple.:)

Thanks, I will...

This time however the blade DID belong to Scar-eye.
"Thank odd" I said tripping over a corpse as I stepped back. I looked down seeing, instead of a Slig corpse the dead body of a Mudokon met my eyes. I stood up hastily to see that the three Muds that had just been praying were now all dead. Each of their bodies bore the symbol. I looked at nearby crates, the symbol painted on them in blood. I looked down, We were standing on a huge symbol.
"Scar-eye where's Ian?" I asked.
"Dead"
"Wh..W..What?!"
"You heard"
"But... how?"
"Same as these guys, he was marked by a 'Dark Mudokon Star' "
"A what?"
"A dark mudokon star, the symbol you see right now all around you"
"What does the symbol of a dark mud star represent?" I asked nervously.
"Someone marked by the star never escapes death by the Dark mudokon hand, oh and before you ask they are like those mudokons you see there now, marked by a tattoo of the symbol".

I was going to ask why Ian had been marked but then I remembered the slig also having the tattoo.

"Scar-eye, what about that slig?"
"Now that I cannot explain"
"Hmm, you seem quite knolegeable in this area of dark muds, why?"

He sighed,
"I too have been marked by a star, that is why I learned the sword techniques you see, to fend off any dark warriors"

"did they come?" I asked
"Yes, one night I was here working when a dark warrior appeared and tried to kill me, of course I won, but I lost an eye
in the process, then they thought I had killed another imployee and locked me up with all the nutters in the brig".

Suddely I felt overwelmed be a sudden pain in my back. I jerked around and saw nothing but the pain didn't stop.

"What's wrong?" Asked Scar-eye worriedly
"I..."
"What?"

The pain increased until I fell down in agony. Then the voice came into my head.

"Jim, get the hell out of there with the others, they're trying to kill you!"

"What?!"

"Jim, don't worry about me, just get out of there fast!"

"Rob! is that you"

"Don't worry about it..."

I got to my feet and turned to Scar-eye.
"What was all that in aid of?"
"Come on," I said "We must leave here now..."



That'll do for now alright?

Excellent, I was waiting for an explanation about scareye. I also like how Jim's friend talks to him from the grave. Reminds me of Obiwan.:)

Yes.

It took us an hour to get through the storeroom. We climbed up a ladder at the exit that bought us out in a vast room of pipes. Nat sneezed and it echoed about twenty times.
"I think I cought a cold in there" he said looking embarrassed.
"Ok, now every God damn rat, mud, sliggin' fool in the place knows we're here" scowled Scar-eye.
"Relax," said Ash "I mean who's gonna look for us in here?" he finished.

However I felt differently, I could almost hear whispering.
"Let's just hurry and get out" I said
"Well said" agreed Nat
So we walked through the great steel palace of macinery and pipes. Often I heard wispers, 'He's dead this time for sure' and 'Yes the weak one'
In the dark corners big rats moved quietly and above us great spiders spun massive webs from pipe to pipe.
I could hear footsteps echoing off the floor and I asked Scar-eye who just said they were from the rats.
Against one of the large pipes was a map. It had all the propers areas graffitied over but one name had been added on the area we were standing on. 'Ice's palace'

Scar-eye laughed "some place ey?"
I put on a fake smile and turned face the shadows, but I jumped back into the others startling them and making Ash fall over.
I was face to face with a mud shrouded in a black, hooded garment.

"How dare you insult King Ice and his followers" came his blank unemotional voice. "You must now face the consequences"
"Huh?" asked Ash
"No questions, you are coming with me, Dac" he said.

I turned to make run for it but I fell to my knees in pain. The stabbing feeling came again in my back. This time it increased beond belief, as if someone were cutting through my flesh with a molten hot poker. I heard gasps around me from the others as smoke appeared to be coming from my back. Gradually the pain became less until it was about the strength of your average headache.

"You have made the mistake fool" said Dac
"No-one escapes from the Dark Mud Hand, you have been marked!"

I got to my feet and reflected by the pipes looking at me from all around was a huge red and black symbol, tattooed on my back...

Spooky, gives me chills cn't wait!:)

Thanks...

We found ourselves sitting on a hard metal floor in what seemed to be the throne room. Muds stood around all wearing hooded robes of dark colours. Cobwebs draped the walls of pipes and in front of a massive pipe was the throne. It appeared to be a combination of a barrel and an old pipe, it too was draped in webs. Of course, you could heasily overlook the fact that someone or something was sitting on it as it appeared to just be another hooded garment just without a wearer.

Then it moved, the hood turned and looked at us. Inside the blackness were a pair of small, glinting, yellow eyes.
The figure seemed to stretch out it's neck revealing the shape of it's long up-pointing head. It then poked out it's feet from under the robes. They were handfeet, it was unmistakeably a Glukkon. It stood up and the robes evened out revealing it's incredibly thin, frail body.He hobbled over to us slowly as his thin legs looked very weak. One kick would have probably made him fall apart, So I have no idea what damage Scar-eye's blade would have done. He went to speak but instead he coughed a pathetic old man cough. He removed his hood revealing an ancient face, skin stretched tight across his bones revealing the shape of his withered skull. He pulled off his robes completely showing he was dressed in mere rags. His chest was hardly there and his arms and legs were all skin and bone. He coughed again and began speech.

"I am Ice, king of the great realm you see before you," came his low voice.
His eyes fell on Scar-eye.
"And leader of the Dark Mudokon Hand".
My heart sank, this Glukkon, Ice was the leader of the group who had killed Ian and marked me and Scar-eye. His henchmen were all around too, All muds in hoods. I felt that I was expected to speak.
"Good day to you" I managed.
"Oh," he said "but is it, indeed a good day may I ask? No for you have deliberately trespassed into the land of my people, that my friend is a very serious crime"

Ash tapped me, "This guy means buisness!" He wispered.
Ice spun around and looked at Scar-eye.
"You were born into our 'organisation' weren't you Fin?" He said smirking.
"You're a real fool Ice!" said Scar-eye
"Oh am I, No, I didn't try to run from my destiny did I Fin, but you did, and you paid for it severely," He smirked again and walked closer to Scar-eye "That's a terrible scar, I can't believe that that rookie managed to Scar you so badly!"
Scar-eye gripped his Katana
"Don't even think about it!" Yelled Dac, pointing his finger at
Scar-eye.
I took this moment to step in.
"What is it exactly that your group do?" I asked uneasily.
"Well," said Ice " that is difficult to explain, I hate to use the word Necromancers but I wouldn't consider you to think any less".
"That's the wrong word for it!," piped in Scar-eye "You're just plain evil, brainwashing young naive mudokons into becoming Dark Mages"

A scowl came across Ice's ancient face. "I wouldn't say those kind of things if I were you, if you were to escape your own unavoidable death!"
Dac stepped up "Master, don't let them forget that I could kill them with one spell"

"Don't forget boy that we have more slow and painful methods," He said "Bring in the rack"

I gulped and I heard Scar-eye too.

Two Muds carried in a huge table like object with spikes on it.
The spikes were rusted with blood. Nat fainted in a fit.

"Now who first?" Pondered Ice
He pointed at me. "I think you will do nicely"
Ash gulped and my stomach churned.
I went very shakily over to the torture device and was hit heavily with a metal bar. Dizzily I felt myself being lifted, then something amazing happened. A black beam shot from the tattoo on my back to Ice. It cleanly removed half of his arm. He screamed. More black beams shot into most of the surrounding guards. I found that I was becoming less and less contious. The last thing I remember hearing was "You'll pay later my friend!"........

Wasn't that the greatest chapter ever! I really enjoyed it!

That was an awesome chapter! Not to mention a cliffhanger.:)

So there I was, stuck in a makeshift cell. Like everthing else in Ice's kingdom it was made of pipes. I had been completely separated from the others. Scar-eye and I were both marked and could use some sort of black magic as defence but Ash and Nat probably were already dead. My meeting with Ice had aroused many questions in my mind.

Why was Scar-eye born a Necromancer?,
Who possibly could have attacked him and nearly won?,
Who was Ian?,
How had Ice existed so long in this piperoom with the Glukkons getting to him?,
Who was Ice exactly?

I spent a period of three days in the cell, worrying myself sick, I mean Abe could blow up the brewery any minute! It didn't help that the mud 'looking after me' was Dac. I had many bruises, I must have been messed around after I had fallen uncontios. I heard that Ice had permanently lost an arm and I smiled but the heat increased in my tattoo till it bled.

"Who attacked Sc.. Fin?" I asked Dac one day.
"Some rookie"
"What was his name?"
"Leo"
"Wha..."

My heart sank.

"Yes his master, Rob was a right goody twoshoes, best thing we ever did, throw him out!"

My heart sank into my stomach.
I had been dealing with Necromancers.
I had been dealing with Murderers.
I had been dealing with pure evil itself...

I had no friends.
Scar-eye was just a cold hardened killer.
Leo had been a member of the dark hand.
So had Rob.
Nat was just a stupid young follower.
Ash was just a blind old man.
Ian was just a death wish and he got it.

I stood up and yelled.
"I hate them! they hate me It's all just a big mess!"
I continued yelling shit like this until the pain in my back died and my head started to sting. I couldn't stop, I just had to scream...

Hey, hey, I'm back anyway... Great story! Kind of reminds me of Fragments. But anyway, it was... surprising! Leo? Heh, would anyone know?

Nice to see you here again.

I was standing in the piperoom, on my own. The rats and Spiders seemed way more menacing now I was alone. I heard voices again and spun around, my heart pounding. I walked for hours, lost among great monsters of machines and... pipes. Until I turned a corner and saw a gruesome sight. A dead Mudokon body lay against a pipes. huge gashes and holes in it's chest. It's face has been burned and mutilated beond recognition. But one feature made it unmistakeably clear to who it was.
On It's arms were chain marks and two simple tattoos. They bore the word 'Ash'.

I quickly left that place and walked further untilI came upon a great spider web hanging like a curtain. I pulled it aside and found myself in the throneroom of Ice's palace. Ice sat in his chair his body normal, he had two perfectly fine arms. The regulars were there too but there were two additions to the group. One seemed to undergoing some kind of initiation seremony. The figures seemed to be oblivious to my prescence so I felt no fear in removing the hood of the mud. I stood back alarmed. This red eyed figure was Nat. No doubt about it. I hastily turned and looked to the other figure. He had been called by some other muds. I decided to follow. They went behind a set of pipes. I froze.
A mud with a scarred eye was held up on a rack. The mud was handed a whip and together the muds whipped Scar-eye who screamed in pain. He looked weak now. Much more than before.
"Go on Leo!" said one of the other muds.
I turned and ran. What could possibly be happening here?
I suddenly hit a wall and found myself in a different place. I turned and saw that I was in a Forest. I had run into a tree. Further up the path a mud was walking along. He looked just like me except he had red eyes. He turned and I saw his tattoo. Just like mine. He was alone and lost, except for a restless aparition floating above him.
Then everything melted into blackness. A blurred figure appeared before my eyes. It was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen. It was an Angel of Rob. Then he caught my gaze... and changed.
The feathery wings dissapeared, His body turned black and his feather shrank, His eyes closed and he drooped horribly. A six foot spike impaled him and stuck into the ground which resembled a stockyard. He just stood there dead, without even an angel. Then Rob's voice came into my head.

"Jim, you must understand that you cannot avoid fate. Although you are trying to resist the black magic you will find it incredibly hard. It even made you forget your friends."

The images flashed in front of me one by one.

"Look what would have happened to everyone if you hadn't helped them."

"You mean this is just my imagination?"

"No boy! this is reality IF you don't help your friends and get out!"

I woke up suddenly, sweating. The pain in my back was increasing. I stood up trying to control it. I could feel it struggling with me then it suddenly maxed out. It was unimaginable. Like being burned, stretched, tickled, shot, ripped and impaled all at once. I was going to faint again but then...

Uuh, that chapter was spooky... Sends creeps down my spine... You sure have some talent. Keep it up, I want to read the next odd thing in this fic...

Hi! I just read you're fic, and allot if fun it was ;). CEEP UP THE GREAT WORK!!!!! Im gonna start my own, only different... You gave me Ideas (but i am not going to copy what you have done... that wouldent be nice) I look forewerd to the next chapter.

Doing really good, keep it up!;)

Thanks all of you, I decided that I needn't do an Exodus for Jim as I can get all of the story into the oddysee. Bring on Slup!

"Hmm, you are indeed powerful" Came the voice of Ice in my head.
"What is happening to me!" I yelled

The pain suddenly ceased "Nothing my friend, it is nothing"
I looked around wildly. I looked upon the door which for some strange reason was wide open. I hesitated.

"Come outside"

I stepped wearily through the door. I looked up and down the passage. The cells were all empty. I walked in the direction I thought we had first came in from when something kicked me in the back.
I turned and found myself face to face with Ice.
"If you have any sense you will surrender now and become a member of the Dark Hand!"

I chose no. I long fight ensued which Ice nearly won. At one point I pushed his head agaist a hot pipe. He screamed in pain until I released him. Half of his face was burned raw down to the bone in places. His one remaining eye scowled. He retaliated by cutting through a pipe with a spell. Steam shot at me blinding me temperarily. I copied his idea by grabbing a bar. I smacked a pipe which sprayed Ice with oil. The next pipe didn't break but sparks flew off igniting the oil. Ice stood up burned and bleeding and ran at me. I fell off balance. He uttered a few words. His foot turned into a red hot branding iron. He reached for my chest. I prayed.

A large blade answered my prayers cutting through the steel brander which fell useless on the floor.
I muttered "Glanrond Ethyrnt nasven" I knew it as an ancient word for 'fall before the light'.

The Brander turned into the sign of peace. I grabbed it and mindlessly thrust it against Ices Heart.

He instantly fell dead in front of me...

I lifted my head. Screaming echoed down the corridor. Both me and Scar-eye turned to see the source of it. Mudokons were running at us, Some dying as they ran. Some fell dead others exploded into Rats or spiders which ate the corpses, Some just burst into blood. The blood wasn't red it was thick, black and murky.
One lone Mud made it to us. It was Dac, but not as he had been before. He looked older and his evil looks had vanished. He removed his robe and fell to his knees next to the corpse of Ice.
His stomach lurched. Then he was sick. But it wasn't sick that came out. No, Dac had projectile vomiting of Rats and spiders and snakes.

All the Creatures of the dead muds and Dac slowly were drawn to Ice's corpse. They seemed to burrow into him, it was messy.
Then smoke filled the room. The robe and staff were all that remained and then, they too were vanished as a flame engulfed them.
Dac looked up at me and groaned, a few small spiders scuttled out of his mouth. I walked around him. He had no tattoos, they had dissapeared.
"His..."
"I know," said Scar-eye "Yours has too"
"It has?"
"Yeah"
"Yours as well!"
"Whoop ee doo!" He said Sarcastically.

Dac groaned "My master is dead, I am doomed"
"Hey! take it easy" Said Nat appearing suddenly.
"Nat!" I yelped
Ash hobbled over to us.
"Ash!" I also yelped

"I am a failure, I have made a big mess"
"Don't say that!" I said
"It's true, I always mess up. I dedicated my life to evil and I failed at that too"
"Try learning from your mistakes"
"I have tryed and I shall try again, and fail terribly"
"I was born into this freakshow!" Said Scar-eye
"Yeah, and he came through!" Said Ash.

"I bring bad luck"
"Hell, maybe your right but I know one thing. You are the only one to survive that and we need you and your gonna come!" I said.
"You may have messed up but now all you can do is leave this place. Dedicate your life to getting out of here!"

"Hmmm, very well I shall try"




"Jim run! I sense something very bad is going to happen! get all of them out of there!" came Robs voice.

Something very, very bad happened next...

Grinchni Pinchni
 

Yeah! Finaly i get to hear more! I wounder whats gonna happen!
Ice dead! Yaaahooo!

Flax the Glukkon sat in his office smoking his cigar and worrying about the problems in the factory over the past twenty one hours.
First had been the escaping of a mudokon from his zulag, then the spawners and tear x-tractors had shut down, Abe had entered the building freeing mud slaves, The legendary 'Fin' had escaped the brig and the floor seven incident. He was completely oblivous to the fact that our group was responisble. I was also amazed that he had no idea that Ice had been living there right under his nose for so long.

A slig ran in, "Boss! the pipes aren't working!"
"Check the piperoom, thats the only place where they are exposed" Said Ice.

"Ok, disbatch a search team to the piperoom" the slig said down the radio.

"Er... we cannot gain acess, the piperoom is on fire sir!"
"Boss the piperoom is on fire"

"Damn I could have guessed" Said Flax.

Abe freed the last mudokon and lept through the portal.

"Sir we have 300 mudokons unacounted for"
"Our entire workforce is missing!" Yelled Flax.
"It couldn't get any worse"

The piperoom smelled of smoke from the fires burning all around us as we walked towards the exit. It was quiet except for the cracking of flames. Then I heard it.

Bang

"Did you hear that?" Said Dac.
"Yeah"
"Definately"
"Of course"
"Yes" I said

"Thank Odd" He said
"Why?" asked Ash
"Just incase I was going mad"

Then BANG, ... ,BANG,Bang,BaNG,BANG.

"The hell!" Yelled Scar-eye.
"The brew vats are exploding!" I said
"Abe has gone!" said Nat

"**** Abe! get outa here now!" Yelled Scar-eye
"All my fault" Groaned Dac.

So we ran and the explosions shook the building.

"Calling all workers, report to the office now..." "For..."
"We..." Ar..e..." "In...." Deee..eep" "Shit"

The intercom went off and the piperoom exploded as pipes shot their contents in every direction. They cancelled each other out as we dived through the door leading back into the floor eight corridor.

"Quick take the elavator!" Said Scar-eye.

He opened the door and stepped onto a thin ledge. We were in broad daylight. He turned around to look at the building.

"Holy!..."

The floors above us were missing, a mere framework remained. The tanks had ignited blowing the entire building above floor 8.

"What now!" asked Nat
"Bad luck..." Said Dac

"Stop the negative attidude!" said Ash.

"This is simple," Said Scar-eye "We have to go along that platform" He said pointing a a collapsed frame work.

"Er... Scar-eye that IS just a girder!" I said

"We can't can't go back down that Tower, we have to cross this framework to the other"

"That Tower is the main one!" said Nat "The Brewmaster and Flax are in there!"

"Bad luck!" Said Ash
"Don't insult me!" Sighed Dac...

mmmmm
 

You're fic is great! Dont stop! I really want to hear more!!:D

Thanks, I just thought of a big plot type thing revolving around Jims move to the brewery!

We crossed the girder in single file. After a while it led to a catwalk that went to the Tower. There were many walkways leading off ours but strangely enough there were no Sligs to be seen except one who was sleeping on the job in the distance.
The odds were in our favour.

"Thank God!" I sighed "We're finally safe for a while"
"Let's rest a while" Said Ash
"Agreed" Said Nat and Scar-eye
Dac was quiet, he seemed deep in thought.

We sat with our backs to the handrails. I sat with Nat and Ash on one side while Dac and Scar-eye were on the other.
Nat dozed off into a snooze along with Dac who was half asleep most of the time. Me and Ash were well awake but relaxed unlike Scar-eye who was keeping an eye on Dac.

Ash sensed he was uneasy "What's wrong?" He asked.
"I have a bad feeling" Said Scar-eye.
"Don't be silly!" I said "What could possibly happen?"


"Oh my dear boy! A lot could happen and it will! Your group of clowns is cursed!" Came a strange whisper in my head.

"Rob? is that you"

The voice spat. "Fool, I am no do-gooder!"

"That voice! Isn't that..."

"Ice?"

"No way, how is that possible!"

"A lot is possible by way of fate! You will see what I mean!"

"What are you talking about!"

"In a few minutes... you will see!"

"Jim What's up" Said Nat.

The entire group was looking at me, I was vissibly shaken.

"N..Nothing!" I managed.
"This cold is no good, let us go inside!" said Ash.

We headed for the door the sleeping slig far away to our left.
It was silent and our footsteps made no noise until.

"Aagh!" Yelled Dac.

He had fallen through a trap door and was holding on for his life.
The slig jumped up and we were bombarded with gunfire. Assault teams appeared and shot at us. The odds were suddenly the complete opposite...

Think megaman standin still with his face having no expretion at all... rasing his forearms so his hands are beside his ears without tilting the arms in or out towards the head...saying: "Yaaaaayyyyyy!"

No, seriusly... like it!

Its just that i like to do just that ofthen... its a thing i doo now a days!

Brilliant Story Rich!:)

DOing great here! Nicely written;) :)

Thanks all of you! major deaths coming up!

I turned to see that I was in a completely different place. I was sitting on a leather seat in some Glukkon lounge. My heart stopped as my eyes fell on the body of Nat. He was dead. Full of bullets. Ash and Scar-eye were missing, while I felt a tug on my wrist.
I was wearing a handcuff on one wrist that was attached to Dac's wrist. Dac, racked with bullets but alive was sleeping and from the looks of things having a bad nightmare. I appeared to be completely untouched by the bullets not having a single mark on my body.

Dac rolled and dragged me with him "Keep him alive" He muttered as he slept.

"Oh we will!" Said a Glukkon voice...

very short but sweet i'm afraid as i have to go quickly...

Interesting Cliffhanger... Can't wait!;)

thanks

A Glukkon approached us. "Just as he says you shall be spared"

"What the hell," I stuttered, lost for words with the death of Nat and this sudden appearance.
"why is Nat dead?" I asked.
"He isn't, just yet, nearly though"
"What?"
"He is being simulated by a supercomputer, unless you do as I say the computer will be shut down along with him!"
"You Bastard! why are you doing this"

I pointed and glared at him.

"Hah, you shall never defeat the mighty Flax! unless you want to die yourself!"
"You're Flax?"
"Yes, I'm the defiant vice-owner of this very facility"
"I bet it shook you when floor eight blew up!" I laughed.
"No, in fact we knew all along that you were trying to escape and believe me, it took some trouble getting you!"
"What?"
"Well, allow me to explain, you have two towers and a lot of ground space in this brewery. Somwhere within it you have a group of targets you can't find. One is the greatest mudokon katana user ever on oddworld, another is a blind old mud with enogh knowledge to destroy this brewery at any moment, the youngest member is a victim of severe fits and if provoked could kick the life out of any Slig or Glukkon. And finally there's you, the invisible target that Sligs aren't allowed to shoot. A quite hard to reach group, it took the sligs twenty five hours to get you"

I was lost for words, what did he mean 'not allowed to shoot'.

"Well, that isn't for you to know"
"Can you read my mind?"
"No, it's this!" He pointed at a small microchip on a table.
"You too are joined to a supercomputer that is connected to one of those chips. I have one implanted in my brain, it lets me tell what you are thinking"

I suddenly felt very small...

Interesting plot developing here. I can't wait!;) :) :D

Bravo!!!! Brilliant Story Rich!!!! *claps hands*
MORE, MORE!!!!
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Great, good luck with your new fic!

"How long have you been able to see what I think?" I asked.
"In the last hour the chips were implanted in us" He answered.
"This brewery is falling apart! We'll all die soon"
"It is true that the other tower and much of the ground zulags have been damaged or destroyed, but our work teams are around for fixing that now. Come with me and I'll show you something!"

He called over a slig who undid the handcuff from Dac and secured both of my wrists.

"Now follow me" Said Flax leading me out of the lounge and into a service lift. It took us down to a computer programming floor.
Sligs, Vykkers and Interns were sat at desks and programming some sort of file. One computer was free. He led me through into a noise proof office. My eyes fell on a massive computer chip. It was twice as tall as Flax.

"This," he said "is the original chip, mine and yours are made from the same technology however, this one deals on a much larger scale".

"What's it for?" I asked, still amazed by the ingenious of the chip.

"You cannot know that, not even they know!" He said pointing his head towards the sligs, Vykkers and Interns.
"They are mindlessly programming what could be their own death!" He laughed.

"Why are you showing me this?"
"We need your knowledge of Abe to finish the data file"
"you shall have nothing from me"
"Do as I say or else Nat will die!"

I was lost in thought, to save the life of Nat and probably the others too I had to co-operate with this mad man. But Rob had said my destiny and fate was to spread the words of Abe beyond Mudos, not to some Glukkon who would most likely use the knowledge against Abe.

"Jim, it's me Rob, Do as he says and be not afraid!" said Rob.

"Jim is your name huh, well like your angelic friend says you should do as I say"

"Well clown, I see you're up to your neck in it now. Whatever will you do!"

"Hah hah! You really are a mess. Your best friends and worst enemies speak to you from the grave!"

I had no choice.

"Ok, I shall tell you"
"Good, now go on the free Computer and type in everything you know"

I walked over to the computer and began what could have been the saviours down fall...

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Rich Returns
 

Hi to all my old friends if they're still around. Anyway I have returned to finish this fic once and for all so look out there will be new bits coming soon!

Hey Rich! Its been a while, I was gone for a month. Now Im updating my story and looking for some of my old friends. Hope to see an update soon. If you want to read my latest chapters of my story failure to comply I have updated it with a new chapter. Seeya later.:) :D :fuzcool: