Graced...
 

The clouds broke with a horrible clash of thunder. Electricity darted around them, ripping into them like a predator into its fleshy food. Then it emerged. Children from a nearby village saw it first, they were graced with the sight of an 'Angel'. Although it wasn't quite what they were looking for. The creature was black, it resembled a Demon or...possibly the 'Angel of Death' , but their desperation for help dismissed that fact. As they watched it seemed to land just behind a forest, possibly inside...they did not know. With screams of glee and laughter the village hadn't heard for weeks the children headed towards the area in which they thought it would be in. Their ragged clothes clinching to them as if for dear life. It wasn't easy being on the bottom of the food chain practicly. They were hated by many races, so many. A little girl darted on ahead, her feet moving as quickly as they could go. She smashed through the shrubbery with amazing ease. Leaping over dead and fallen logs, crawling with edible treats. Her race had been trodden on since their opposition had gained power. This is why she ran so fast, in hope that this 'Angel' would help. She leapt the last fallen, rotting log and finally came to the opening. She could see the Angel, it seemed to shimmer, its black wings retracting ever so gracefully. Its eyes seemingly glowing.

Girl: "H-hey...you an Angel?"

The creature looked at her, she was out of breath and bent over panting. Her hands resting on her knee's as the other children caught up. The 'Angel' smirked at her and then spoke to itself in its native dialect.

Creature: *Translated* "Im in Dimension 2:16. I sense nothing of his pressence. Only those Orkhids and that is all. Making my way to a new Dimension."

Girl: "Ummm...you speak like me?"

She pointed to her mouth, smiling in a friendly manner. The creature merely smiled back and then held its hand out and moved forwards slowly. Ripples in the air seemed to appear, and its hand disserpeared into them. It was like it was water,only not. Slowly, its whole body got submerged and then disserpeared. The children gawped in awe at this trick and jumped around the place were the 'Angel' once was...but nothing. They played a while after that...in the same spot, hoping, praying that the 'Angel' would come back. It never did. And the screams and cries of their families disturbed them from their happy, fantasy world as the Mudokon troops attacked the village...the last village in 18 square miles. They were to be slaves, just as their Orkhid brothers...

(OOC: I would like a little bit of feed back here please. Could some one just say 'Good' or 'Rubbish' or something, and then i can PM them and ask why.)

Not much to comment on... I thought the Orkhids were evil nasty things...

Just to clear up confusion, they usually are. But this is a diff Dimension and thus things are different.

Part 2
 

It entered the next Dimension in more or less the same way. This Dimension was full of tree's however. It flew down, just over the leaves and then grasped onto a leafless branch. Retracting its wings it leapt from the great height that it was at and landed in the foilage down below, its feet rippling upon hitting the harder surface. It was alot darker there...with a eerie tint to it. Again, as usual, the creature's whole body shook as it tried to find its target. Its body rippling wildly like that of a pond when you cast in a stone. A dissapointed sigh seem to escape from its mouth as it halted the process. Each time it did that it got weaker, it was one of the downsides of being a tracker. You got weak easily. A snap in the shrubs behind it startled this 'Angelic being'. It span around, snarling. A Mudokon trooper was stood in front of him in all his glory. His leather garments clinched to it in a menacing fashion. Its eye scarred and its shotgun seemingly glistening.

Mudokon: "Sir, i have a intruder in Forest sector 12. Shall i bring it in for questioning."

The intruder glared at its opposition as it spoke through a hands-free radio strapped to its head. A static ridden reply sounded and the Mud moved forwards. The creature smirked and cocked its head to the sky, and made some strange noises which could have been its native tongue.

Creature: *Translated* "Sire...its me again, Lance. I'm in Dimension 2:19. And it doesn't look like our fugitive is here either."

The Mudokon stepped forwards and pointed the shotgun at the creatures chest and snarled.

Mudokon: "Your coming with me, and no funny st..."

Before he could finish his sentence the creature had knocked the gun from him and held him by the neck. The Mud struggled but merely got tossed aside by it. Hitting a tree, the troop grunted before sharply jumping up and waving a machete. But nothing. All that was there was tree's, foilage and nothing more. The Mudokon grunted and stepped forward, picking up its gun. Before mekely returning to base.

It sounds interesting, the "angel" creature is a little bit intriguing. You got my attention on this, but I need to read more to give a solid opinion.

Interesting how the character can travel through parallel demensions, I'd like to hear more.

Part 3
 

(OOC: Thanx for the feedback.)

Lance: *Translated* "Sire...i have been through over 150 Dimensions and not come up with any clue's whatsoever...what if Arias is dead?"

Lance was speaking up to the sky again, thunder clouds had rolled over the blood redness of sunset and electricity was darting around around them like insects on some sort of corpse. A low rumbling of thunder seemed to reply.

Lance: *Translated* "But Sire...wouldn't it be a waste of your valuable resources if you did this? We should be planning ahead. If he is dead we should be recieving a replacement soon..."

A roar of thunder replied to his statement. Lance snarled and bowed his head. His wings spreading out as he did so. After he had tried to put his point across to his 'Lord' he turned his head and looked around, the clouds seemed to disperse into nothingness as he did so. He couldn't break the barriars of Dimensions anymore for he was weak and needed to recouperate. He lifted his claw up and looked at it, greenish electricity darted around it and then seemed to stop and group together in the palm of his hand, forming a ball of electrodes. He clenced his fist and watched as the molecules seemed to pop and disapear without a trace. This Dimension was a more rougher one. There were hardly any tree's and most of the buildings and constructions were belching out large quantities of smoke and ash. He smiled, he estimated another 5-6 years before this Dimension was wiped out of all life. The fumes would kill tree's, which in turn would kill wildlife. The Buisness' would get desperate...especially the food industry...and they would look for newer products. By the 4th year they would have turned to cannabilism. Lance had seen it many a time...his world existed in the middle of all Dimensions. Giving him the ability to see everything. Mirrors into each world were you could watch the Dimension Dwellers make their mistakes...over and over again. It was so very entertaining...the corruption, the greed that those pathetic specie have. They didn't deserve to live...and, soon they would not. Lance smirked and bent down, scooping up some loose soil. He sifted it through his pointed fingers, watching it fall to the ground...to were it came from.
'Life...'
He thought with a snort.
'So low...primitive...always being "recycled".'
Lance chuckled to himself and then started walking towards one of the Slave villages. As he took his 5th step he dispersed himself into atom sized molecules still heading in the same direction...

(OOC: Sorry its abit crap...im tired and ill. *Cough*)

Part 4
 

Lance re-amerged inside a Slave hut. It was dark with little space, but the shadows gave him a good place to watch, hopefully without been noticed. The clanking of metal pipes being dropped and re-arranged and talking of Orkhids and other specie could be heard around the hut. The cracking of whips could also be heard, and Mudokon's were shouting and cursing for the slaves to work faster.

Slave: "But we cant...we have no water nor food!!"

A slave objected to working any faster. Lance slowly peeked through the crack in the door jorm and saw a Mudokon stood ontop of a wooden pillar 5 feet high. He held a whip and his right eye was scarred and white. The whip was a good length and was tipped with a metal spike at the end. The creature who was objecting was a Orkhid...his hair black, his skin pale. His shirt was torn and tattered and he wore brown raggy shorts.

Mudokon: "QUIET!! You work and you get food...otherwise you die!! That is the way of the Order!!"

The Mud cracked the whip just inches away from the Orkhid, who then toppled over and dropped the metal bars he was carrying.

Mudokon: "What is your name? And number!?"

The Orkhid slowly pushed himself up, out of the muddy ground and stood erect. Eye to eye with his opposer.

Orkhid: "Tobias Arcrangle. Number 83940."

Mudokon: "Right, Commandor...Commandor?"

The Mud turned around on his pedistal like pillar, looking for his comrade. A meek sounding voice came from the hordes of working slaves. A tiny little creature, no bigger than a Slig came darting out, pushing by the weakened slaves with its dark claws. Its skin was covered in white-ish fur and it had small beedy black eyes barely visible. The fur looked like it was originally white but had been blackened by the mud of the ground.

Commandor: "Uhuh...what is wanted?"

The Mud smiled and crouched down so he could speek to this 'thing'.

Mudokon: "We have a 'thinker' in the group of scum. Tobias Acrangle...number of 83940. Tell the Lord of this will you."

The Mud stood up again and turned to the slave who opposed him.

Mudokon: "And while your destiny is being decided by the great Lord...you can go and work in the mines."

Tobias snarled and turned away towards the pits, wading through the mas of mud that envoloped his feet.

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The Commandor was hurrying through the crowds, leaping and dodging the 'scum' that worked there. A stack of metal bars was being piled, awaiting a use. The Commandor merely leaped over them in one single bound. Landing in a brown puddle on the otherside and getting another batch of softened mud in its fur. Finally it came to a metal hut, 2 guards were either side of it. Mudokon guards. Their plumes of feathers colourful and pretty. Dazzling in fact. Machete's were strapped to their legs and they held high-velocity rifles. Each equipped with Laser Sight. They nodded as the little ball of white fluff skitted by them and through the metal door, squeeking in a breathless sort of way.

Commandor: "Sire...Sire...we have...a...*Pants* independant thinker among...am..among the Slaves...a possible...rebel."

The Commandor was in a room were most light was unable to reach. Artificial light was the only kind and that wasn't really natural looking...more of a ultra violet.

Sire: "Commandor...if i have told yer once, i have told yer a thousand times. Dont call me 'Sire'..."

A desk in which the 'Sire' sat was displaying pens and papers. All about new slaves to be bought and such. A leather seat was were the 'Sire' was perched. His light greenish hands rested firmly on the desk. Finally he leaned forward. The leather seat squeeking as he did.

Sire: "Call me Spider..."

(OOC: Hope you dont mind me using Spider Drag and thanx again everyone for the feedback.)

Spider: No Drag! Yer can't let him do this!!!

Quiet you! *thinks* Hmmm....curiouser and curiouser...plz continue...this is getting interesting...*sly grin*

Spider: *groans* there goes my rep...*slinks off to sulk*

Mal: *laughs* Hey am I in this too? *evil grin* *gets belted in the head with a brick* OW!

This is very well-written; I don't know why I missed it up to now. I don't think Rach will mind you using Spider, as long as you make it clear that this is a parallel universe, and so Spider will be very different to the one we all know and love...

WOW! I'm surprised that this fic has been kept from being a popular one this long!!! This is fantastic! I never knew there was such a good writer amongst us. I love the way that you incorporate the oddworld theme in with your story. Congratulations on your last chapter and keep up the good work!

I agree with Matt. In short, Jacob, your story kicks naked monkey ass.

Part 5
 

(OOC: lol, thx for the replies and stuff. Wasn't really what i was expecting...but still, yey!! lol.)

The sun was beating down on the working slaves. Some were in the mines were the sun could not reach thei bear skin their however the dust and dirt infiltrated their lungs...causing most to pass out through lack of oxygen. The slaves that did pass out were dragged out and left in the sun until they were concious once more.The Mudokon' who were watching over the slaves were hot and bothered. They were on raised platforms so they could see most of the 'workers' in their vicinity and notify the guards of any suspicious behavior. Although this two was hard as the platforms were absorbing the heat and causing them to get to extremely hot temperatures which, in turn, caused the Mud' to get uncomfortable and tireder. Lance was skulking around on the border of the slave compound, making sure he wasn't spotted. He was weak and solidifying rapidly. All of his decent powers had gone, including the power to disperse. His eyes were glowing dimly and his wings were shedding their feathers. A small beetle scampered across his foot...Lance snarled and quickly stamped on it...smiling as he realised he had abit of power...over insects at least. Cheering and whooping in the distance brought him out of his weakened daze, lifting his head in a north bound direction he realised some sort of parade was going on. Maybe not a parade, but something that was getting the locals riled up. He staggered forwards, the mud sucking at his black legs and feet...staining them brown. As he neared he could make out certain chants and jeers. Such as 'Kill, kill, kill' and 'Slice him' this informed Lance that it was a fight of some sort and he quickened his pace. Hoping to be able to get one of the wounded and drain them. He halted and collapsed to his knee' as he saw a large circular hole 19 ft or so in front of him. He cocked his head and slowly crawled forwards, the mud slipping through his claws. The cheering was louder and as Lance peered over the edge he realised what he had reached...it was a Arena. A Battle Arena...

(OOC: Sorri if its a bit crap...im pre-occupied and knackered)

great chapter. You know how to keep suspense!

Part 6
 

Lance' eyes flashed with amazement as he peered over into the arena. It was very deep, he estimated around 1 mile across and 1.5 miles deep. Wire-meshing and steel bars lined the edge, caging in the combatants and keeping the spectators safe. At the bottom lay sandstone, some parts of it were covered in a red paint substance...maybe blood, but Lance was too weak to try and figure out what was what. He flunked down, his chest hitting the mud and sinking in to it a couple of centimetres or so. His head lopped over the edge and he watched, weakly, as the creatures fought for survival. A white, thicky substance slowly trickled out of his mouth...some might say it was drool, they would be mistaken as it was his blood. It was like liquid crystal, it glistened and seemed to look whiter on his sin-black skin.

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The two Orkhid slaves were positioned in a fighting stance. One of them was male and the other female, they were both partially naked but had not suffered any wounds as of yet. The females hair was a reddish colour, this was considered a gift in Orkhid religion. The male' hair was a brownish colour. They were both around 5 footish and held 6-7 ft pykes in their hands. Sharp glass graced the tip of the sticks, ready to be stained with the blood of a attacker. Their opposer was a Gorek...a giant beast of a creature. Much like a Gorilla but larger and more blood thirsty and powerful (Imagine Mammoth in 'Thrill Kill' and thats what a Gorek is like.). Its eyes glowed green and its blackish fur was already stained by a combatants blood. It growled, bending its giant fore arms so it could have its body lowered enough to see eye to eye with the Orkhids.

Female: "What do we do? We didn't even come up with a plan!!"

The female fighter was edging around to the right of the creature, her pyke pointing directly at it. The male gave her a side ways glance and coughed nervously. His pupils were dilated with fear and he wasn't moving as quickly as he should of been, infact he wasn't even moving at all. The Gorek was merely growling, watching the pathetic creature stand their in pure fear. The fear smelt good and beckoned the beast to move in closer.

Female: "Alib!! Alib...For f*cks sake move!!"

The female hissed her words hurridly, in fear for her fighting partners life. The Gorek was moving slowly towards him, its stomach seemed to grumble...either that or it was growling. Alib stood their, frozen with horror his weapon held veritcally as this monstrosity moved ever more closer...seemingly getting bigger as it did so. He looked it up and down, noticing the blood stains dried into its black coat. Finally it stopped, inches a way from him. Its fists were still firmly placed on the ground as it leaned in closer and sniffed its prey. Its jaws opened and 2 tongues flopped out, and moved independantly towards the face of Alib, licking it and leaving its sticky saliva as it did so. Its bottom jaw was lined with splintered K9's as was the top. They were stained with tarta and plaque, the gums showed the redness of gingivitas. Finally it made its move its left fist rising off of the ground...readying to kill, but was immediatly stopped by a sharp pain in its side. Turning its torso to look at what had done this it just saw a glimpse of what looked like red hair. The smell of the female...the smell of her desperation. It was enough...enough to end the idle biding of time. Enough to start the killing...

(OOC: Again thanx for the support and sorri if its rubbish...i always do them late on a night...plahness!! Oh and apologies for the rubbish spelling!!)

Ha! Compared to the number of replies most people get, this is immensely popular...

You were right, that second-to-last chapter was a bit shit, but you were back on form with the latest one...

Part 7
 

The beast gradually dragged the limp, motionless bodies of its victims off into the darkness behind the metallic doors that were at the right side of the arena. The bodies were being dragged by the legs, letting the blood seep out and mix blackness with the already red blood on the arena sandstone. The crowd was cheering with jubilation and the citizens at the front were rattling the cage whooping for more. As the giant doors closed behind the Gorek the crowd silenced.

Tanoy: "Neckst batell wil inklood ve Paramight-fite...pleeez mayk yorr waay too ve lawnge an' plase yorr betts...Ve fiterr wil bee Markoos."

The tanoy's were located behind the cages with the spectators. Some words were in-audible at certain times but most of the creatures knew what was asked of them. They busily hurried to the lounge area. Making their way to the back of the spectators pit to the automatic doors at the end. Which then lead to a very nice and flush lounge, complete with pictures of very famous Matadors and fighters. The seats were purple and soft, lined with gold these were the upper class' dream sofa's. The floor was marble as was the ceiling that held up all the ground above. At the back of the room were counters. Sligs were sat behind them, taking the money of all who cared to dispose of it into their hands.

Gambler: "Yeh, i'll bet fifty that Markus wins in 5 mins!!"

The shouting of Gamblers was all that could be heard. Apart from the rustling and folding of notes and the 'Ka-chinging' of cash registers. Tv screens above the counter gave 'The best bits of...' glimpses. It was a special video that was produced a few years back. It showed all the best bits of the fights that were going on. From the Paramite fighting to the Scrab running. It also showed special 'behind the scenes' footage. In which you saw the Gorek' getting prepared to battle. The slaves getting kitted up. And so on and so forth. The video' release date was delayed as they couldn't get a hold of the producer (Who was also the Cameraman) at the time. After months of searching they finally found him beaten and wounded in the corner of a Gorek's cage...years after rehabilitation he was able to watch the video without having flashbacks and thus put it on sale. It was predicted to sell millions...and was doing quite well.
Finally after 15 mins the crowds started to dwindle. Most of the spectators had placed their bets and were ready to watch the result. The crowd fell silent...listening hard to try and hear anything that would inform them of the contestants coming. The atmosphere was tense and could probably be cut with a butter knife. Finally,the squeeling of a Paramite could be heard and the doors that the Gorek exited from opened. A cage was rolled out on wheels, inside a lively adult Paramite. The creatures who were rolling it out were Sligs. Their pants rusted and mould growing on the legs. The crowd instantly knew they were rebels and boo'd and hissed. The cage wasn't big...infact...it was far to small. The creature was obviously distressed and wanted to be out. One of the Sligs climbed up onto the cage. His goggles were deteriorating and the left lense was broken beyond repair. The other Slig handed him a small metal rod. The Slig on top of the cage slowly pulled at it, the rod expanded slowly until it was a good 16 inches long. When it was the Slig positioned it so it was pointing for the Paramites back, it rammed it deep into the skin of the Paramite which immediatly screamed with horror. Electricity darted around the animals body and made it buck wildly, the cage shook and the Slig fell off. Damaging his pants in the process.

Slig #1: "Hey...yu ok?"

Its comrade never responded.

Slig #1: "H-hey?"

It walked around, ignoring the hissing of the crowd to see its friend unconcious. The rod on the ground next to it. Reaching down to check its kins pulse it dis-regarded the fact that the cage was slowly breaking. And by the time it did notice the Paramite was out and about. Screeching with fury as the chip inside it activated its attack mode. Blood was tricking from its mouth and its sharp paws were etching at the ground. The concious Slig was trying to drag its unconcious partner to the safety of the exit...but with no avail. The Paramite had already lunged and knocked him down...its clawed tentacles hacked away at the Sligs face, tearing it apart. Black blood oozed from the cuts. The claws of the creature dug deep into its preys chest...puncturing all vital organs. Finally the Slig stopped squirming and the Paramite fed. Only stopping to turn to the other Slig and put a claw through its head...making sure that wont get up and attack it. Upon seeing this the Matador was getting changed and equipped. That was merely a warm up...getting the crowd riled up and allowing the Paramite to get the taste of blood...he...he was the main course, if he couldn't prevent it.

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Lance was lying in the mud...the sun, beating down on his back. His feathers slowly shedding. His skin was now solid. He was weak and any movement he made could prove fatal. His eyes were glowing a dim orange and blood was oozing out of his mouth by the pint.

Lance: *Translated* "M...Mastar. I'm dyying...Hllhelp."

Silence was the only response. Lance sighed and laid their...motionless. Awaiting his doom. He was hungry and weak...dying of malnutrition, as it were.
*Squelch*
The sound of mud being stood in brought back some hope. The smell...the smell was indistinguishable, his senses were all over the place. His death was on the horizon and so he did not care what it was so long as it had a soul. He felt a hand on his back. It shook him.

Voice: "Hello? Hello...what are you. What are you doing up here? You could get shot."

The hand slowly moved Lance on his back, his wings cracking as he laid on them. The creature was female...old...possibly...Mudokon or Orkhid. He could not tell. He felt his hand being grabbed.

Voice: "Hmmm...come on...up ya get."

The creature attempted to tug him up...but failed. Sighing it sat down next to him.

Voice: "You know...if you dont come with me...we're both going to be captured. The Guards will be here any min ya know?"

Lance raised a hand and stroked the creatures face. It felt calm...and warm. Filled with compassion...It was a shame it had been there...with him...but he needed to feed. And Dimension Dwellers meant nothing to him.

(OOC: Again. Sorri for spelling and rubbishness.)

More more! Please this story rocks more! :fuzgrin: :fuzgrin:

Part 8
 

A sinister laugh came from the Matador. The Paramite had been slain, three of its legs ripped off as it was still alive, its face tendrils torn. The arena compound opened and the Matador stepped to one side. The clanking of metallic pants could be heard...slowly a figure emerged from the dark, forboding area of the compound. A sickening smell arose from the Paramite as it excreted itself. It was on its back, squirming around. Its back left-leg was all that was left. Blood was spurting on the sand-stone. The crowds conversed in hushed whispers. The hushed whispers turned to astonished gasps as they realised who it was entering the arena. Spider. His arms and torso seemed to sway as the 8 legs of his pants moved independently. A sawn-off shotgun was strapped to the side of his pants, his 'legs' were tipped with sharp razors. Capable of cutting through/into anything. He was closely followed by a small ball of white fur, known to this Dimension as the 'Commandor'. In its paw it grasped a hands free microphone. However, it was too large to be strapped to its head and thus had to be carried by its black little claws. He spoke into it as the crowd cheered and roared. Chanting Spider's name and 'Order' which was the society he founded.

Commandor: "Please...please...allow our Lord to speak!!"

Spider' head was crowned with a hands-free microphone. He raised his hands in jubilance, smiling proudly at what he had achieved to get a society like this.

Spider: "Brothers...thankyer fer such a warm welcome. But i have grave news. Wer, the 'Order', have recently recieved infomation stating that the Vykkers are planning an attack. 30-35% of Symbiote population have bin captured...the Vykkers plan to use these creatures ter destroy us...TER DESTROY OUR COLONY, OUR COMMUNITY!!"

His voice got harsher as he neared his point. The Paramite was slowly dying...it had died in vain. It put up a good fight, but now was doomed to die slowly. Having the flies eat away at its body.

Spider: "ORKHIDS, VYKKERS AND TRAITORS TER OUR LEGION ARE PLANNING TER DESTROY OUR ORDER. TER REBEL AND NOT THINK OF WHO OR WHAT THEY ARE HURTING. DO WER WANT THIS? DO WER WANT TER BE BROUGHT DOWN...HARD...INTO THE BLOOD RIDDEN MUD!?"

He brought out his sawn-off shotgun and cocked it. Snarling and turning around in a circle to see the entire crowd. They cheered and graced Spider' ears with 'Down with the rebels' and such like. Spider chuckled and brought the weapon down, lining it up with the dying Paramite...aiming it for its stomach.
*Boosh*
Its rib cage shattered and the skin broke. Black blood spewed everywhere. The Matador sneered...the spatter from the impact had stained his Meech skin boots. The rattling sound of the steel bars and mesh could be heared as the crowds shook it in exitement.

Spider: "I have such a traitor...He was going ter rebel...he tried to attack our collegues...our bretheren. Bring him."

He turned his head as he said the last two words. His voice was soft yet still filled with authority. Out of the blackness of the compound two Mudokon guards dragged a body out into the sun. The Commandor squeeled in exitement realising that it was definatly Orkhid. Its skin pale and scarred. Most likely through lashings. They dragged it by its legs, its arms were tied behind its back with raggy rope. A black material covered its head, disorientating it. Roughly they pulled it up, dragging it towards Spider. The creature seemed weak and put up hardly no resistance. The black cover was snatched off and sunlight hit the startled creatures face. Tobias groaned and looked around. He was dazzled. Left in a black, grotesque scented room and beaten it was no wonder. A sharp pain on the top of his head awoke him abit. His feet left the ground and he was hoisted into the air by his hair. Spider laughed. A sinister, evil laugh.

Spider: "He shall be yer next entertainer. It is a bonus fer being so supportive of the 'Order' the past couple o' months. Collect yer winnings from the Paramite fight and rush back...yer wouldn't want ter miss this fight, would they Malice?"

He turned his head to the sky, Tv like boxes hovered downwards. Propellers were built on the bottom and the back of them. Spindly arms graced the sides, moving independently. They waved around, the sun light bouncing off the sharpened razors. There was five in total. They flew around the arena, their voices enhanced by the Tanoys behind the caged compound. Their faces, their faces of a Slig...cross Drakkic.

(OOC: Thanx for the support once again. And blahness to this story.)

Wow! You really know how to keep a story interesting. Please write more!

In the immortal words of Data:
"Intriguing."

Only one word can possibly discribe my joy of this fic... but I can't remember it right now... sorry.

On a lighter note, Great fic, keep up the good work!

Part 9
 

A evil chuckle escaped his opponant. Spider had flung Tobias in the ring, thrown him a Pyke and left via the preparation compound. He now stood behind steel bars watching the 'Entertainment'. The Shrinks, of that world, had all followed him in and were getting enhancements and camera's fitted for the next fight. They were basically designed for Malice, who was currently in the midst of a large battle and enjoyed to watch certain fights on his 16" screen. Spider had signalled to a Mudokon Ninja to enter. The creatures entire body was draped in black material. Its hands were graced with black leather gloves and its feet wore black sandles. It was hot weather but the opponant seemed not to be phased by it. Its eyes were all that could be seen. Its sinister Yellowy-Orange eyes. The crowd were chanting some sort of native dialect that only they and the opponant could understand, the Ninja turned around in a circle, drew its sword and raised it in the air. The eruption of jubilation from the crowd was astonishing. The ground beneathe Tobias seemed to shake.

Tobias: "Hey...you wanna carry on with your little ritual thing there or you want to get down to some buisness?"

The Ninja chuckled, turning around slowly.

Ninja: "Buisness? This is a hobby for me."

He span his sword around in his hand, the 'whoosing' sound it made designed to make its opponant lose concentration.

Ninja: "Well...this is were you attack me."

Tobias: "Heh, true."

The Pyke was hurled forwards, the tip of it missing the Ninja' face by inches as he manovered his head from side to side with incredible ease and cockyness.
*Cling*
The sword of the Ninja came up, hitting the metallic tip of the Pyke and knocking it down to the ground.
*Crukkch!*
The foot of the Ninja pushed down on the middle of the Pyke, snapping it like some sort of toothpick. Splinters scattered on the ground and Tobias was left with the handle of the weapon. After achieving the disabling of his foe the Ninja backflipped away from him. Landing in a aerobic like fashion and throwing his arms up in the air. The crowd cheered with pure enthusiasm. His sword swished artfully as he entertained the crowd with his skill. Seemingly slicing the oxygen particles to pieces. Tobias on the other hand was looking around, searching for a way to escape or at least a weapon to use to aid himself.

Ninja: "You foolish creature."

The words were hissed as it approached him, tired of entertaining the crowd and already bored of this petty fight that it was in. The crowd wanted blood...it was time to give them it.
*Slish*
The sword sliced the air, missing Tobias by inches. Upon bringing the sword back the way it came it finally made contact with Tobias torso, mildly cutting his skin. Blood trickled down his chest and over his stomach. Tobias collapsed, breathing heavily. The Ninja stepped upto him.

Ninja: "You disgust me, rebel..."

The sword pointed at Tobias' stomach. The tip stained with his black blood. It was slowly being pushed down, harder on his stomach. He could feel it penetrating his skin, feel it cutting deeper into him. The crowd cheering, encouraging the 'Executioner' to gut the loser. But then...silence. The crowd fell into a catatonic like state. Whispers could be heard and nothing else. The Ninja halted the process of gutting his prey, feeling a hard claw on his right shoulder.

Lance: *Translated* "Energy..."

A bewildering force span the Ninja around, ripping off his hood that covered his identity. Lance' wings beat in the hot day. He growled hungrily raising a arm, his claws outstretched and a red ball of electricity forming. The Ninja' identity was revealed. Its blue face frozen with terror, its stitched lips seemed to tremble. Tobias watched, knackered from the fight and near death experience.

Ninja: "What...what are you!?"

The electricity hit his eyes, blue particles flew around his entire body. Something Lance had never seen before. The body convulsed and then dropped to the ground. Eye sockets smoking.

Spider: "Get 'im!! Dont let it escape!!"

The doors to the preparation compound opened up. Mudokon guards ran out, aiming their rifles and shotguns at this intruder.

Tobias: "Help me...please!"

Lance turned to the injured cretin and sniggered. Its left arm was outstretched in a pleading gesture. Disregarding it he absorbed the soul of the Ninja, electricity darting around his body. Lighting his eyes up like never before.

Lance: *Translated* "What is this?...this is new experience."

He looked down at his hands, they seemed to glow. It was all new to him, but it felt so good.
*Budoosh, Boom, Booosh*
The sounds of bullets being fired awoke Lance out of his curious daze. The bullets flew towards him, the air particles shifting as they did so. Lance' eyes shone, electricity darted around his hands. His body felt fully charged, he was fully rehabilitated. All his powers were back.

Lance: *Translated* "Dimension Dwelling fools."

Time shifted. It seemed to slow down in a movie like style. The bullets which were travelling at great speeds were now travelling to slow for the naked eye, they seemed as if they weren't moving at all. The guns in which were firing the bullets seemed to corrode, the nozzles became increasingly rusty and the nice metallic silver became a dull, browny-orange. The grip of the attackers was too tight for such a rotten piece of metal and in the end it crushed it with ease. The slowed down Mudokons seemed to gape in awe, amazed by what had just happened and yet unaware they had been slowed down. Lance laughed, and vowed to come back here or at least spare this place from total destruction. With that promise he turned and exited the world, disapearing into the next Dimension, fully charged and alot more dangerous.

(OOC: I will carry the story on in this Dimension if you like. Or i will come back later. Whatever you lot prefare and apologies for the shitty-pooness.)

Ah, why don't you go for a different one? Keep it interesting... Don't want to push your luck here for too long... Maybe come back later...

Anyhoo, this is very good. Keep it up.

*makes a mental note to write some more of his own fic when he gets the time...*

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(OOC: Goodo. I was going to either carry on with it in this Dimension and destroy it or come back later and have it last. Thanx anywhoo.)

Part 10
 

Thunder rumbled in the not so distant horizon. It was a fresh place, a new place, a new Dimension. Rain pattered down on the giant leaves of these exquisite tree's and plants from the white and fluffy clouds. It was strange to see...but not impossible to happen.

Lance: *Translated* "Master...Dimension 3:15 has a faint pressence of Arias. But...but, it feels percuiliar. Like...he's not here and yet, he is."

A bolt of lightening came from the white fluff in the sky. Under any normal circumstances that would have been weird, but these weren't normal circumstances. Electricity darted around the clouds, cutting them up like knives would to skin.

Lance: *Translated* "Interesting Sire. So...this is the correct Dimension? Just...ahead of time."

Rumbling thunder was his response and he smiled sinfully. He was in the right place, just not in the right time. Reaching down he plucked a Daisy from the ground, twirling it between his thumb and forefinger.

Lance: *Translated* "Might as well get accustomed to the place before i do the deed."

A purr of satisfaction escaped his pursed lips as the Daisy's life cycle sped up and it quickly died, turning into nothing more than rotten dust. Turning he breathed in deeply, cracked his neck and dispersed. In response the thunder gently rumbled, not even that. It was more of a vibration if anything. And then slowly the clouds reformed, indicating the 'Sires' pressence was no longer there.

(OOC: Sorry for the shortness...i couldn't be bothered to do loads and im tired and gotta get to bed.)

Nice. Really nice. Write more. Poor Daisy.

I mean it. Write more.

Part 11
 

(OOC: I actually did a really good part for this, but lost it all when my comp crashed...which was irritating. So here i go again, i apologise in advance for the rubbishness as i aint really feeling 100%.)

It was an interesting sight. One in which you didn't see every day, not even in other Dimensions. Lance was in the middle of a huge forest, the sight in which he stood in awe in front of was that of a statue carved from wood. The tree's in which had been used were collapsed around it, hacked at and whittled to more appropiate amounts. It stood 8-9 foot in height and was of a Slig, a Big Bro Slig to be precise. It had three tentacles, each hooked with a claw. Its head was pointed towards the sky, as was its right arm. Its index finger on its right arm was also risen. Its left appendage was set by its side, seemingly steadying it. The fingers of it clenched. The spined tail of the creature curled around the stone platform in which this magnificent marvel was mounted on. Lance squinted and moved closer, there seemed to be some writing on the stone and he crouched down to get a better look.

'Spider was murdered and in the end so shall his murderers.'

The 3 end letters seemed to be scrawled, as if something had the creature writing them. Lance also noted random bullet holes in the statue and around the surrounding area. He stroked one of the holes which was the home of a embedded bullet, it reeked of Orkhid. He stood up, his wings stretching. The black feathers were gradually growing back, making him look sleeker and more Angelic looking than ever before. A slight breeze ruffled them, Lance seemed to smile and face the direction. Feeling the coolness envelope his 'Skin'. It carried a scent, the scent of two creatures. It was strange. The creatures seemed to have different smells to them as if their genes were spliced but this seemed not to be the case. He turned in the direction and started to walk, breathing heavily as he did so. Taking in the perculiar smells of these animals. As he neared he heared the searing sound of flesh and the sucking of mouths. The smell of a dead Mudokon entertained the thought of death, it seemed to taunt him and made him quicken his pace. Although weak from the Dimension hopping, Lance still had one of his most prized abilities. Stealth. As he neared the creatures his form shivered, his black skin slowly fading and his eyes shrinking into nothingness. A dead Mudokon graced Lance's sight. Its body ripped by claws and blunt teeth marks made by the predators that crouched above the body. However, what came as a surprise to Lance was the fact that the killers were Mudokons. But their scent seemed to be mixed with another, like that of Orkhid. Their appearence also seemed altered. Their nails were sharp and grotesque. Their eyes sunken and dark, as if taunting all who opposed them to come and 'Fight'. A lone feather topped the back of their heads, it was black and dirty. Their skin was paler than their usual colour yet in some places stained with black blood of their kill. They were lapping the blood from the dead female Mudokon that they had killed, clawing the skin off to summon fresh blood to the surface. As it formed they lapped it up and sucked it out of the veins. One of them stood up, smelling the air, his face serious.

Mudokon #1: "He is coming..."

His partner never looked up, but merely continued lapping at the blood which was constantly flowing from the neck.

Mudokon #1: "We have to leave...now."

Finally his partner looked up, blood stained his face and dripped from his lower jaw.

Mudokon #2: "Cant we attempt to kill him? If we did we would be known throughout Mudo's and possibly beyond. Maybe even feared by other cretins that are against our will!!"

The first Mudokon scoffed and turned away, facing the sun which was beaming its rays of light through the tree's that littered the way. It stretched.

Mudokon #1: "No...The Orkhid Brethern will take care of him. He is after all, trying to wipe them out too. And in any case, they have greater weapons than us..."

There was silence. The Mudokon turned slowly, his head cocked. As he did so he was met by the form of Lance. The other Mud lay on his side, twitching. He was still alive but his speech was taken.

Lance: "My, my, my. What an interesting world you have..."

Part 12
 

Lance: "Shame...i was quite hoping he would stop and show me the sites."

The Mudokon who was still standing had ran off deeper into the forest as soon as he saw Lance. Lance cracked his neck, trying to get accustomed to his new language. He was getting the hang of it fairly quickly and turned to the Mudokon who had 'given' him this gift. Crouching down he smiled.

Lance: "Thankyou. But i like to know were the nearest population lies. You think you could tell me that?"

The creatures eyes were filled with fear and as hard as it tried it couldn't lash out or run. Lance' eyes brightened for a brief moment.
Well...?
This simple word broke into the creatures mind, asking it telepathicly and now awaiting a response.
Ummm...L-look out for the smoke, then follow to were it is situated.
Lance beamed proudly and patted the creatures head.

Lance: "Well done."

He stood up and turned away, stepping over the corpse of the half eaten prey.
H-Hey!! What have you done to me...undo whatever you have done...please!!
Lance stopped in his tracks, the voice had broken his train of thought and basically violated his mind.

Lance: "Ugh...well how rude. You should get permission before you go breaking into a creatures subconcious."

He turned to the creature, his clawed hands glowing a faint green and electricity darting up and around his wrists. He raised his arms, pointing them towards the paralysed cretin. The energy gathered and sparked, but then slowly died down. Lance delved deeper into the creatures head. Realising why he wanted to be up on his feet quickly. He was being hunted of some kind of creature. Lance, being the sadistic bastard he was, slowly backed away, smiling evily as his victim's eyes begged him to help. A short, mocking laugh erupted as Lance's physique dispersed into whisps of shadowy, blackness. Leaving the Mudokon to be tracked down and killed...