*Setting: The Vykkers ran around, through their long, labrynth like corridors, their arms waving hecticly as they tried to make their way down to the evacuation chambers. The Interns on the other hand were running towards were the incident had occured, running with their guns, cleavers and other high-powered weapons. Their mumblings seeming to mix together into that of an army chant. The large dog-of-Hell was unphased by this, however and growled lowly as it exited the Observation Room, snarling. It waddled like that of a Pitbull, drooling from its blood-stained jaws and breathing heavily. One by one the Intern security massed towards it, and crouched in their attack stance. Their guns took aim and fired. The creature hardly batted an eyelid and as the ammunition hit the being and faltered to the ground, the creature itself lumbered upto a offensive guard and slashed its face. The others moved in, attempting to jump on it and pull it back, each of the 11 security guards failed. Their long hands burned by what seemed to be acidic sweat. They staggered backwards, startled and distracted. Unaware as the being turned its attentions to them and devoured them viciously and painfully. The security was failing...and the Labs were becoming more and more vulnerable.*
Vykker: "No...No...No...No...No...!!"
It ran quickly down the corridor, looking upwards at the sign that stated;
'Vykkers Fine Food Division. We breed 'em, so you eat 'em.'
Quickly it stopped infront of the small, touch-pad moniter and dialed the code. Its claws were shaking and it took several attempts for it to get it correct. Each time it pushed a button it would look over its shoulder, hoping the creature wouldn't come and take it by surprise. Beads of sweat ran down its brow, it could hear the screaming of Interns and Vykkers alike. The clanking of metal as things were hurled into the metal airship-like-blimp...the sinister silence that was even more menacing than that of the sounds. A small beep cut through the silence like that of a knife through butter and it stood near the door, awaiting it to open.
*Clank*
The Vykker span around, noticing some pipes rolling on the floor and hearing the heavy breathing of some sort of menacing being. It heard the doors open and slowly stepped backwards, its eyes darting around anxiously. It stopped. The back of its neck was becoming warm and a tingling sensation had taken effect, making its neck hairs stand on end. Slowly it turned, fighting with its eyes to make them stay open even though they wanted to close. Its breath became laboured and the Vykker began to hyperventilate. It was the second monstrosity. Its right paw was leant against the doorway as it propped itself up on its hind legs, its other paw dangling menacingly with its claws dripping with blood. Its breath was wretched and smelt of things only a Vulture would know of. It leant forwards, its eyes blinking in unison. Its top-lip pulled back, bearing bleach-white teeth. The Scientist held its arms up in defence, its legs slowly moving backwards as it backed away.
*Donk*
A lone bullet hit the beings side, knocking it slightly. Its head snapped to the right, looking at something the Vykker couldn't see. It then lumbered back onto all fours and disappeared from the doorway...The Vykker used this time efficiently and disappeared quickly down the corridors, trying to find somewhere it would be safe...
***
Vykker #1: "Quickly!! MOVE, MOVE!!"
The creature shoved the two other Vykkers who were infront of it. Snarling at them and looking over its shoulder.
Vykker #1: "IF I DIE, YOUR COMING WITH ME!!"
The other two looked at each other whilst running and attempted to speed up.
Vykker #6: "Wait...wait...I have a plan!!"
It slowed to a halt, turning to stop the second one from running on ahead.
Vykker #6: "What...what if we feed it!?!"
The other two looked at him and snarled something, pondering what exactly their cohort meant.
Vykker #6: "Well, we wont need the subjects now...so why dont we feed them to...it."
Their eyes lighted up, their mouths stretched into evil smiles and their claws rubbed together. None of them uttered a word as they shot off into random directions and typed in the code that was required for the doors. Humming could be heard and each then disappeared into the confines. The sixth Vykker smirked and picked up a small, cage. It contained a baby Paramite and wasn't very heavy, taking it outside he then threw it down and pushed it down the corridor with its stump. Smirking.
Vykker #1: "HURRY!!"
More creatures were dragged out of their 'rooms'. If some were too heavy the Vykkers would just leave the doors open, allowing the beast to enter and devour what it needed.
Vykker #5: "Hold on!!"
But they couldn't, the first creature had miraculously appeared from that of thin air and made itself known by tearing through the steel wrapping paper and devouring the creatures inside. The baby Paramite squealed as it was crushed into the floor by the attackers foot and devoured in under a minute. Fuzzles squeaked in terror as their small bodies were crushed between the jaws of the Acid hurling terror. It was making short work of the subjects and before the Vykkers could think of another plan the beast had turned its attentions to them...
Vykker #5: "QUICK!!"
*Setting: It dialed the code for another room and darted in, inside were two large cages. Each set opposite each other. Swiftly he stumbled upto the left cage and opened it, reaching in it then grasped a clump of black, dirty, greasy hair and tugged out a Dracconic looking being...Sasha. Shouting to the others to get the other one he stepped out and held the limp, tired and terrifyingly pale Sasha infront of him. The beast uttered low growls as it stepped upto her slowly, its rumbling vocal cords low and monotone. The other two on the other hand were dragging the other subject out, the Arachnid-like K-Jal. Unfortunatly for them K-Jal's act had paid off and they handled him with neglect, not taking care as they loosened their grip on the spindly-monster. He took advantage almost instantly and lifted his left, metallicly-gloved claw up. Hitting the first Vykker in the face and knocking it backwards into the wall. He then turned around so his behind was facing it and squirted a mass, tangle of webbing at him from his rear. The strong-material sticking to the Vykkers mid-waist and pinning him to the wall. He then shoved the other Vykker against the wall and snarled, his eyes glowing in anger...*
K-Jal: "Open it..."
He raised his other gloved claw towards the Vykker and growled these words. The Vykker was in pure shock as was the first as it tried to push itself out of the webbing.
K-Jal: "DO IT...!!"
The Vykker raised its claw and pushed the side of the metal-restraint. The glove hissed and with a quick shake of the arm dropped off. K-Jal then raised his claws and cut the Vykkers throat, hissing as he did so. He then turned his attention to the incidents outside of his compound. His free claw opened up his gloved one and then he tore off his face mask, revealing his mouth in full, fanged splendor. He seemed to leap outside, knowing that Sasha was in danger and in a quick flick of the wrist he had emitted a long, rope-like strand of webbing. The web hit the middle of Sasha's back, inbetween her wings. He then wrapped the web around his wrist and tugged hard. Pulling his roomie back and into his embrace. The Vykker was pulled around with the force and uttered a brief cry out as it realised its shield had gone.
K-Jal: "You ok?"
Sasha nodded and blinked drowsily. She hadn't been out of her confines for a good 8 months and it had showed.
K-Jal: "Grab onto my back..."
He turned around and waited til she placed her hands on his shoulders, when she did so he grasped them and webbed her to him. He then grabbed her legs, behind the knees, and webbed her fore-legs to his side.
K-Jal: "Keep your head down..."
He turned behind him as he watched as the Vykker was taken down and its flesh seered. And as his eyes opened wider with pleasure he stretched out a lone claw and shot out another strand of web, his attention then turned to his proceedings and in a Spider-man-like-moment he ziplined down the corridor and away from the danger...
Useful links:
Sasha
New "Roomie"