Very original Searge, just copy the person above... heheheh!
Anyway, next chapter.
Chapter 22
Splat
I gave in then. Tears saved from every moment of the last 6 years poured out of me. I had seen the worst parts of my life, things I’d tried to block out. It’d all come back to me with vengeance! In the end I ran out of tears, and looked up in to the eyes of the ghost who’d just shared the worst memories of my life. He stared at he in horror then gasped shakily, “The laguameacy in the marshes, he must have given you hell!”
I climbed to my feet, feeling weirdly relieved. I can’t explain it, just, I could now stop thinking about all those terrible things! They no longer haunted me so much. I saw the other 2 ghosts staring at us in curiosity and amazement. They just stared in silence, which I decided to break. “Hey, nice weather we’re having!”
All 3 ghosts seemed to break out of there trances. C, who had been standing next to me, staring in horror, whispered in my ear, “Sorry, I had no idea,” and flew up to join the others at the top of the laguameacy altar before I could answer.
“You’ve helped us greatly.” E proclaimed, “so we offer you something in return.”
“What could you give me?” I asked more viciously than I’d meant to.
“You’re part laguameacy.” Stated D.
“But the only things you have to show for it are wings and a hate for all things Psychic,” Added C.
“But there is another skill that laguameacies have.”
As he said this I felt my fingers and paramite feet tingle. Both parts of me were… becoming webbed! I had webbed hands and feet!
Then the tingling feeling started on the sides of my neck! I felt them with my webbed fingers. I had gills! “Whoa!” I gasped.
“That’s what we can give you,” Said D.
“Cool,” I said, simply!
“There is something else I can give you.” E told me. “Help with your quest.”
I growled quietly. The other 2 were right about his “mysterious spirit” thing being irritating! WHAT QUEST?!! But he went on. “The truck containing the 10 mudokons you are hunting for has left the Laquameety hauding and holding plant but instead of heading for the laquameety processing plant, its gone to Vykkers Lab number 377.”
I stared in amazement! Then said slowly, “Oookay, so then how do I get out of here?”
“Simple,” answered D, he pointed to a laguameacy head set in the wall. “put your hand inside and think of the place you want to go to.”
“Thanks.” I replied. I walked over to the head in the wall, and reached out for it. Then paused.
“Hey guys, what does the laguameacy mark on the back of my hand mean?”
“It means that there is something you can do for the laguameacies that no one else can do and will ever get the chance of doing.” Answered C.
“But you have no idea what it is?”
“No.” He said. “It could be anything, the opportunity could arise at anytime, in any way. But it’s said the mark will start to itch when your opportunity arises.”
Crud, I thought, scratching the back of my right hand viciously! Great, I was about to give up what could well be my last ever chance to save those mudokons and prove to the world that I was not a cannibal.
I sighed again and stuffed my hand in to the laguameacies mouth. “Somewhere where I can find out what the secret ingredient to laquameety is.” My body started to tingle as the marble room disappeared around me.
C
“That was really cruel telling him that.” D told me.
It was a good idea of Splat’s, giving us letters for names, as he didn’t know them.
“Yeah well, someone has to destroy the laquameety project, might as well be him. Besides, that guy could do with a good quest.”
“And saving those mudokons wasn’t good enough?”
“Nope.” I answered simply.
“But how did you know his hand was itchy?”
“Oh, easy, the mind-to-mind thing always makes ya hand itch after a few seconds,” I answered, scratching the back of my own hand.
E growled.
“Well, you do have to give him credit, it was clever, pretending that the mark of all assigned members of our tribe was so special,” Said D in my defence.
Oh well,” I said, “You to ready for a long, scary and very depressing yet slightly hopeful story?”
“Why?” Asked E suspiciously.
“Cause I was gonna tell you Splat’s.”
I'm 3 quarters through writing chapter 28 and now I've got writers block.
