[Splat]

Well, just got it finished. Sorry it took so long. I kind of like this one.
Anyway, this is my last post till after my Easter holidays so I'll see you guys in 2 weeks.


Chapter 11

Munch

"Oh come on Alf, nothings happening here! I just wanna go have 5 minutes looking around!"
"Yeah, but I know your version of five minutes Munch. Like that time you got me to look after your babies for "five minutes" and you were gone 8 hours and by the time you got back the little vandals had wrecked half the village!"
"Hey, my gabbiwogs are not vandals!"
"Try telling that to the insurance guy."
"Look Alf, I will only be 5 minutes this time!"
"And what am I supposed to do if a slig comes round the corner while your gone?"
"I dunno, you’ll come up with something."
"Munch, you wonder off and I’ll… I’ll…"
I smirked confidently. "You’ll what Alf?"
"I’ll…" Alf suddenly grinned demonically, "I’ll tell Abe what really happened to his bonsai garden. You know, as in who really ate it! It wasn’t his elum was it?"
"No! You wouldn’t tell him! You couldn’t!"
"You think so? But are you really gonna take that risk?"
I sighed and slumped my snoozer against a wall. "Git."

Splat

The door swung open and a slig stepped out into the corridor. Half a second later he stumbled backwards and fell over as I smacked him in the face. I leapt on him and jammed my back scrab legs through his chest roughly over where I thought his heart and lungs were. He let out a wheezing gasp that probably would have been a scream if I hadn’t just placed a pointy "foot" into his windpipe.
The slig died without uttering a sound. Unfortunately smacking him had made a bit of noise and a yell of "Freeze B@$t@rd!" Forced me to spin around clumsily and leap at the other guard. He fired at me wildly and a bullet flew through the flesh of my right arm just below the shoulder. I barely suppressed a scream of rage from the scrab part of me and crashed into him ungracefully, throwing us both to the ground and knocking his gun out of his hands across the floor. He made a desperate attempt to pull away from me to grab it but found his pants trapped underneath my body.
Apparently sligs were once good at hand-to-hand combat. But the glukkons didn’t seem to want guards that could defend themselves without industrial help so unarmed combat was no longer on the industrial training program. The slig began scrabbling at me desperately with his claws, giving me little more than a few scratches and an ever-growing supply of insane animal rage. At the same time my scrab legs were my strongest weapon and in the position I was in now I couldn’t do much to aid my own attack.
Finally the slig seemed to regain some sense. He’d unclipped his pants and scrambled away from me before I could react. He reached his gun, raised it awkwardly without legs and struggled round to point it at me. But he’d left me belly to the ground in a very dangerous position. Before he could lug the gun to face its target I’d dived forward. Paramite fangs ripped over his mask and into his eyes as a powerful scrab jaw ripped into his neck, severing veins and nerves and crushing the bones. Blood spurted into the air without resistance, gushing over my face and neck and arms, mingling with my own.
I pushed myself painfully to my feet, suddenly aware of the pain in my arm. The bullet had just missed the bone, thank Odd, but my muscle wasn’t exactly pleased with recent developments. I spun some paramite thread round the wound and stepped through the door.
Possibly the most idiotic slig I have ever encountered was SLEEPING in a chair in front of a monitor showing a fast-paced game of Gamma Stick Racing. Not feeling up to killing anymore sligs, I tied him to his chair with paramite thread WITHOUT HIM WAKING UP and went back outside and dragged the 2 slig corpses and the empty pair of pants into the room and locked to door. The bloodstains might have been a give-away but there wasn’t much I could do about that.
Then I went over the monitors and flicked them onto the camera view until I’d found Munch and Alf and Abe. I was about to panic when I saw a slig stepping up behind Abe but then realised Abe was frozen in his chanting position and the slig was more interested in the voice lock behind him. I flicked on the comlinks in their respective areas only.

Abe

I finished echoing the sligs various grunting noises and laughed stupidly. The door next to the voice lock leapt open and I blew up the slig. I turned the gang of nervous mudokons behind me. "Come on guys, follow me."
At which point some sort of microphone comlink came on. A voice I stupidly didn’t recognise announced: "This is a special message for Abe, wanted terrorist, self-proclaimed saviour of the mudokon race, etcetera." My jaw dropped. The mudokons gasped in horror. Then a voice I could recognise continued. "Hey, Abe, I just thought I’d tell ya, the security team are… out of action for a while. You don’t have to worry about the security cameras anymore. Not that you were in the first place, I might add. Hey Abe, what happened to your nose?"
The mudokon who’d smacked me when I’d found him grinned apologetically. I made a mental note to murder that kid next time I saw his and glanced around. Unable to spot a security camera anywhere, I stuck up my middle finger in a random direction.
Something came falling past be and landed with a loud clang about 5 centimetres to my right. I yelped in shock (NOT FEAR) and leapt away before glancing down at the thing that had almost crushed me. A chant-suppresser lay on the ground, the red light turned off.
Splat’s voice came over the comlink again. "Oh, and those anit-chant-thingies are switched off too."





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