sorry these chaps are coming so slow...
Chapter 5
When Scrawny woke up, he found himself in some sort of hut. He was wrapped up in several blankets and the left side of his face was bandaged up.
"Where am I?" he groaned, surpressing a cough.
"Yer in the hut of our local healer in my village." a voice said close by.
Scrawny turned his head so he could see the speaker with his remaining eye. He saw a much young slig standing next to him, couldnt have been more then half his age. "Who are yer?" he asked.
"Name's Zig." the young slig said, "I'm the head scout of this village. Yer lucky me and a buddy of mine found yer when we did."
"Did yer find anyone else by the river?" Scrawny said, hopeful.
"There were no reports of anyone else being found in that area." Zig said sadly.
"No...he must be dead then..." Scrawny said, tears welling up in his remaining eye.
"Lost a friend of yers?" Zig asked, sympathic.
"Looks like...we got caught in that flood. Odd he was still so young." Scrawny sobbed, "Why couldn't I been taken instead?"
"Hey there...take it easy..."
"I mean, I'm so old now...," Scrawny rambled, tears flowing, "what prepose is there left ter my life?"
Zig...not sure what to say, decided to try to change the subject.
"What's yer name by the way?" he asked.
"My name?" Scrawny said with a sniff. It had been awhile since anyone had bothered to ask him(Spider had just dubbed him 'Scrawny' and struck with that). He had to think a moment to remember "Nerik, my name is Nerik. My friend...," he surpressed a sob, "always called me 'Scrawny'"
"Well as thin as yer are, I'm not surprised. We'll get yer back into full health Nerik."
"Der yer even want ter bother? I'm not really of any use ter anyone..."
"We'll see 'bout that." Zig said with a slight smirk.
Spider woke up again some time later. From what he could tell, he was in a hut of some sort, surrounded by muds and sligs. He didn't know who they were and he watched them warely. He saw one of the sligs take out a syringe and his eyes widened. The sight of the syringe awakened a terrible memory...
He was strapped down tightly to a table. Myron was nearby, laughing at him.
"Why are yer doing this ter me!?" he cried, "I've done nutten ter yer!"
"Because...," Myron said with a cold smile, "You are my test subject, and nothing more. I do as I please to you.." Then Myron took out a syringe and approached him.
"No! Leave me alone!" he cried, tears in his eyes as he struggled to free himself from the straps. Myron then plunged the syringe into his side, and pain shot through his body...
"No!" he cried as he suddenly leaped up, surprising all those around him. His broken arm wouldn't hold his weight, and he collapsed, screeching in pain.
"Whoa take it easy! You'll just hurt yourself more." one of the muds said as they tried to restrain him.
"No! No! No more tests! No more experaments! Leave me alone!" he howled as he thrashed about, trying to escape his 'tormentors'. He accidently hit the slig holding the syringe with his tail, sending the slig sprawling onto the floor. He suddenly slipped and fell out the bed, hitting his head on the way down, knocking himself out...
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