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Chapter 21
Splat
Mind-to-mind connection. I really didn’t like the sound of that, but the three mudokons already seemed to have there minds made up.
“Wait a minute, this isn’t psychic is it?”
“We hate psychic power as much as the laguameacies do,” D told me.
“And as much as you do,” added E.
“Yeah, right, so which of you is gonna do this, or do you all or what?”
“I do it,” replied C, grinning manicly!
“Hehe, don’t you guys think it might be better if I just sit down and tell ya?”
“Relax!” Said D, “he’s the best mind-to-mind connector this side of ancient Pamos.”
“How many mind-to-mind connectors are there this side of ancient Pamos?”
“Just me,” Answered C, once again, flashing that manic grin!
He advanced towards me, till he was standing right in front me. Then he raised his hands and held them up, separate. I expected him to grab my head and hold it against his. Instead he turned his right hand and showed me the back of it. It had the mark of a laguameacy, like the one that had appeared on mine. I raised my hand to see if the mark was still there on mine, and as I did he launched his marked hand forward and grabbed mine.
His hand was ice-cold, it’s a ghost thing apparently! He raised our hands so they were between our faces. He closed his eyes, and as he did, mine actually started closing in time with his! I stood there, holding hands with a ghost and staring at the insides of my eyelids!
After a few seconds of standing there, I decided that this was stupid and was just about to pull my hand out of his, when…
Fragments…
Every cell in Splat’s body flared. Every thought he had, every memory, feeling, every thought, everything in his mind even remotely connected to Glukkons, sligs, vykkers, flashed before his eyes in the space of ten seconds. Flashes of Glukkons, Sligs, Vykkers, Master Sligs, Mudokons, Paramites.
His village in flames, the sound of gunshots, paramite screams, an aqua slig bursting out of the water while chasing after a laguameacy. Sharp pain in his back, the jeering of vykkers, A glukkon shouting in triumph.
And emotions. Hate, fear, anger, depression, desperation, the feeling of being completely lost and forgotten, distress, loneliness.
Everything in Splat’s mind even remotely connected to the glukkons and there forces. Then the images of the 2 people who mattered more to Splat than the rest of Mudos put together. One, he knew was dead. But the other he was sure was alive somewhere, waiting for a chance to escape, or for someone to rescue him…
Splat
I dropped to my knees, gasping. I had expected only knowledge to be taken, but the ghost had seen almost the full contents of the last 6 years of my life. Everything since my capture.
And so had I. I fell on to the floor in tears…
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