[Splat]

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ok, normally by Monday you would have till wait till the next weekend for the chapter but as I haven't posted since December:

Chapter 6

Alf
Splat was rolling on the ground laughing so hard that his eyes were watering.
"THAT WASN’T FUNNY SPLAT!!!" Needless to say, Abe was furious.
"Yes… It was… You should have seen your…" Splat gasped between laughs.
"Splat, you are the biggest tw@t in the universe!" Needless to say, so was Munch.
I chucked a rock at Splat, who just brushed it off and kept laughing. "One of these days Splat…" Actually, we were all were pretty pissed off.
"But you said… You said I was going through puberty and could… could be let off these things!"
"No, I said not to take the bait. I never mentioned it being unreasonable that we should be angry at you making us run halfway across the desert when we were all already nackered!"
"Sorry guys. But Munch… I couldn’t resist… After that Can Body thing…" And he burst out laughing again. "Anyway, we had too… had too catch up yesterday morning!"
"We wouldn’t of had to catch up yesterday if you lot hadn’t all been causing me a ton of trouble when we were leaving!" Abe had to be annoyed to drag Munch and me into it.
"Excuse me," I answered, "If I hadn’t been "causing you trouble" we’d all be starving by now."
"Yeah, and we probably would have been eaten by scrabs last night if it hadn’t been for my tents!"
"They’re not your tents Splat, they’re the glukkons tent." Munch informed him irritably.
"I made em!"
"They invented em!"
Splat, your turn to make dinner!" I interrupted, stopping a full-scale argument breaking out.
"Why should I?"
"Cause if you don’t we’ll set fire to your tent in the night." Munch informed us. Abe and me had to dive on top of Splat as he suddenly leapt at Munch, almost ripping his arm off.
Munch leapt away and yelled angrily, "What’s up with you all of a sudden Splat?"
"Get lost Munch!" Splat Screeched for shred power and me and Abe dived away from him. Instead of attacking Munch though, he flew off into the desert as darkness closed in around us.
"You’ve gotta stop taking his bait like that Munch," I said seriously, Munch just snorted angrily and muttered something about getting firewood and walked off in the opposite direction as Splat.
"You’ll have a long search Munch," Abe called after him, "The closest tree to this hell-hole is probably at least 40 miles away," And pulled one of Splat’s portable fire things out of his backpack.
The smell of cooking food was enough to pull Munch back but Splat was gone much longer; even after we’d set up our tents and I could here Munch and Abe snoring there was no sign of him.
I drifted uncomfortably in and out of sleep, my thoughts always sneaking up to the quest ahead. If Splat and Munch were gonna be trying to kill each other every night we really didn’t stand much of a chance. Splat had been moodier than any other teenager I’d ever seen these last few days.
A noise outside woke me from my thoughts. A few seconds later I realised it was someone setting up a tent. "Splat?"
There was a scuffle, "Dammit Alf, you scared the Hell out of me!"
"Sorry… Splat?" He didn’t answer so I went on, "You OK buddy? You nearly murdered Munch earlier."
He sighed and didn’t answer. I thought he wasn’t going to but as I was drifting off to sleep he spoke up again, "You know what they used to do Alf?"
"Who?"
"Raiders. Industrialists, come to kidnap slaves."
"No… What?"
"They would set fire to a hut to draw all the mudokons to one place. Then they would use the opportunity to sneak up on us and either kill or capture this all." He was silence for a few seconds before he went on, "And we almost got away Alf." He addressed me but I had the feeling he was talking more to himself now, "If I hadn’t been such and idiot to try and save Paras we could have gotten away. We never would have been captured, I never would have lost him and the vykkers would never have done… this," I heard him jam one of his scrab legs into the soil, "Would never have happened to me."
I wanted to say something but what could I? What could I say to comfort a kid whose life had been ripped apart?

Dedicated to Mr Gibbs, my German teacher, in return for a memorable German lesson where he echoed Splat (only it was a test, not a herd of scrabs).

Sorry, you might need to reread chapter 5 to get the gist of this. It was a bad time to stop i guess. Anyway, read and reply!