[Jacob]

*Setting: With a slow and rusty creak the two doors parted, revealing a longish corridor with doors on either side. Calen whimpered. A foul stench seemed to greet them, along with urine on the floor and the cracked concrete walls. The walls were an un-natural beige colour and the doors to the rooms wooden. The numbers had been scruffily painted onto the walls next to the rooms in red pain, drips running down from the numbers themselves. As the family stepped out, trying to avoid the urine, they carefully made their way down the hall. Stepping over rodents, insects, used contraceptives and hypedermic needles. Mr Eal looked to each wall, mouthing the number gently to himself. Every couple of steps he would turn back to his wife and child, making sure they were making their way safely. Finally he stopped, uttering a sigh of relief. The number 207 was slopperly brandished on the wall. He turned to his wife and smiled hopefully, grasping her hand and then with the other, knocked.*

Voice: "W-Who's there??"

The voice was shakey and seemingly worried. Mr Eal leant closer to the door.

Mr Eal: "Miak...? Miak is, is that you?? Its Armen here. Armen Eal...remember?"

There was silence. Then the sound of a gun cocking, a big one. Possibly a Shotgun.

Voice: "Who is it really?? You won't fool me...!!"

It was more aggressive now, and after it had stated this sentence it continued to mumble something incoherant.

Mr Eal: "Joshua, it is me. Armen. I'm here with Celise and my daughter. Please Miak, please open the door...we need to speak with you, its urgent."

Again there was a brief silence.

Voice: "Armen and Celise ran to the woodland...they would never come back here, dont try and fool me. I know about your kind...delving into creatures minds...bringing up long lost information...i've done my research, dammit!! You won't fool me!!"

Mr Eal sighed and turned to his wife, shrugging. Motioning him away with her hand, Mrs Eal took his place.

Mrs Eal: "Joshua. Please open the door, we promise you we're not trying to fool you. If we were, why would we pretend to be people that would never return to the city?? Eh? What would be the logic??"

Silence reigned for the 3rd time and then the sound of latches being un-latched took ahold. Slowly the door was opened abit and the nozzle of a Shotgun peeped out. Followed by the light green head of a Mudokon. Elderly looking and drained. It was Miak, although he looked awful. His sunken eyes seemed to brighten briefly however when he realised that they were, infact, telling the truth. The nozzle of the gun quickly disappeared and the door was flung open.

Miak: "Quickly, in, in. It's too dangerous for you on the landing, we get all sorts here....absolutly everything!!"

Stepping inside the Eals looked around the small room. To the back of it was a tattered pink sofa. Infront of that was a small coffee table which held a small, black and white Tv. The room was grubby and disgusting, Cockroaches skittered around, munching on crumbs and rotting pieces of food. Magazines were scattered everywhere, as were papers.

Miak: "Wh-What are you doing here?? I dont understand...?? Why...Why comeback??"

Picking Calen up Mr Eal smiled gently.

Mr Eal: "It-It's Calen. We need you to help her..."

She looked at the Mudokon, Miak. Looking him up and down, his clothes were ragged and ruined. He wore a white t-shirt with stains all over the front and brown trousers. His feet were bare. And his plume was tattered and grey. He looked completly different from how she had imagined him...

Miak: "H...How? How can i help??"

Mrs Eal: "She's...She's been having seizures...She's had them since she was a child, but she was never really affected by them and so we didn't look much into them. But now, now we believe she may have a Brain tumour...we need you to operate, Josh. As soon as possible."

The Eals brushed aside Miaks current state, they knew that he was an exellent Surgeon, regardless of his situation now.

Mr Eal: "We'll pay upfront, obviously..."

He said this in hopes of swinging Miaks answer to a 'yes'.

Miak: "I-I'm sorry, didn't you know? I dont practice medicine anymore. The Cartel wont allow me to. If i'm ever caught practicing...i'll be executed. On the spot..."

Disappointment crossed the Eals faces, more so the parents than Calens. He looked at the child and sighed.

Miak: "I wish i could help...i really do...but, i cant."

Mr Eal nodded to his wife, who then brought out a wad of cash from her bag. She held it out infront of Melik, her eyes pleading. But the ex-Surgeon just looked at her and pushed her hand away.

Miak: "I'm sorry..."

He shook his head gently, guilt creeping into his Soul. Calen seemingly felt this and reached over, patting his scarred head. Mr and Mrs Eal smiled softly as she did this, knowing she was too much of a treasure to lose and that they'd have to actually go to some other Surgeon, be forced to scour the black market for a second time in their lifetime. But as they pondered about the future, Calens muscles seized up. Her head felt as if it was exploding and within seconds she was fitting...her arms twitching and her legs flailing. Miak took a step backwards, shocked by the sudden scene. He looked at the child as Mr Eal rushed her to the sofa and placed her down...watched as the two parents sat by their worried child, encouraging her to fight through it, and carefully thought about the future...

Vision
It seemed as if she had left the very room she was stood in. Because now she was stood in what seemed to be a very posh, high class office. Items of funiture seemed to phase into the wooden interior room. A desk appeared slightly to her right. Topped with awards and photographs of what seemed to be high Glukkon executives. Then a large, black leather, chair appeared. Then a red carpet. Paintings and oversized photographs phased onto the walls.

Voice: "Miak...ya fool, heheheheh..."

The voice was rough and echoed in Calens head and within a blink of an eye five creatures had appeared in the room. All fully formed. All life-like. One was a large, light skinned Glukkon, he was the roughed voiced one and the one who had first spoke. He was wearing a purple suit with black shoes, the tips in which were silver. He stood infront of the desk, looking down. A small Slig stood at his side, holding, what seemed to be, a cattleprod. A couple of feet away knelt a young Mudokon. Presumably Miak. His face was bruised and cut, his clothes were torn and blood was seeping from the back of his head. He looked up at the Glukkon, blood dripping from the corner of his mouth. Stood on either side of him were two Bountiees. Their faces expressionless they looked straight ahead. Their knuckles stained with blood...possible Miaks.

Glukkon: "Ya think ya helped 'em, eh? Eh? Do ya...naahhhh, Miak. Ya just sentenced 'em ta death...heh...heheh. When ma Soldiers find 'em...they're gonna kill 'em...sloooowly."

Spittle flew from the Glukkons mouth as he spoke. His eyes glowing with glee. Miak seemingly snarled.

Miak: "You'll never find them...and if you do i'm sure they'd rather die then be enslaved like your pathetic guardsmen..."

He looked at the Slig in distain, the look was immediatly wiped off his face however when the creatued jabbed him in the stomach. Causing him to wince in pain and double over. Leaning on his hands for support.

Glukkon: "Fine then...i'll 'av 'em sent ta a work camp...or, even betta, sent ta tha Labs...heh...yerrr."

He looked up at one of the large photographs on the wall which clearly depicted him and a Vykker, smiling as if they had just signed a deal. Behind the pair of them was, what seemed to be, a cage full of Mudokons. All looking less than healthy. Miak looked towards it and shook his head slowly as he looked to the ground.

Miak: "You sadistic bastard. Even Mayor Juals wasn't as bad as you..."

Glukkon: "Heh, gee...thanks. But ya know what Miak...whateva they git, it'll be betta than what yar gonna git..."

The Mudokon never looked up, he couldn't be bothered to. He merely pushed himself back onto his knees and stared down at the Glukkons shoes.

Glukkon: "Well? Dont ya wanna know what (what) ya.....punishment(ment) is?"

The voice seemed to echoe and distance itself. The whole image began to shine brightly and scrunching her eyes up, Calen tried to block out the brightness.

But as she blinked the vague images of her parents came into her line of sight. And their words of encouragement and calmness cooed gently to her.

Mr Eal: "He's going to help us, hun. Joshua is going to help you get better..."

(OOC: Doobie-doo...)