[mudling]

ok, this is my second story. i am in one of those times when i am starting to feel a little bit bored with the idea i have in my current piece of work so i will start a new one. i will try to update both of them. i hope someone enjoys it!

Chapter 1: Turing the screw the other way (back story)

This is my back-story, how I became myself and why.
It started when I was born; I was thrown out of maggie and put in an orphanage. My farther had died of lung cancer and no one was willing to take care of me. It was a simple life, be smart, be cool and get away with not doing anything else. All the other gluckons had a goal to impress our ma, maggie and do everything for her. I didn’t see why, we all contributed, why was she so special? I was young then, so I didn’t care.
It was when I first started school when my life changed. We were sent off to a mudokon village for a camp so we could make partners and friends, and so we could work better. We did all kinds of things, elum riding, mug watching, scaring away mudokon birds, fleech eating, slurg squishing but I didn’t realise what they were trying to do. I didn’t realise the long rivalry and war between the gluckons and muds, and without realising it, I helped it. It was the 4th day which changed my life. We were given bigger and better suits, we were almost ready to past, but one of the last test was mudokon shooting. A slig was lined up beside a mudokon. Little did I realise that this village was freshly hijacked and that most of these mudokons were slaves, the slig before me was going to grow up with me and I would lead to the death of thousands of sligs, vykers, gluckons, outlaws, interns and other species. The slig put the gun to the mudokons neck; my mudokon was a nice shade of blue. All we had to do was give the order and the mudokon would be dead. “Get ready….GO!” the rest of the gluckons ordered the sligs to kill. I didn’t, I couldn’t. “Tell him to shoot!” shouted the gluckon, “what’s the point of you savin him, ha!” “I can’t do it!” I said firmly. “You little weak hearted youngster!” the other gluckons and sligs laughed at me. “Let him live!” I shouted. “Alright”, he sighed, “but you’ll regret it!”
And that is how I was disliked, rejected, the only thing that kept me alive was my farther, there was something mysterious about him that gave me my life and wealth. I lived with a smaller suit to show that I didn’t even pass slurg camp. I lay in my office thinking, this was basically my work. I was so depressed, the lack of work I did also made me unpopular. My results showed I was very smart. I wasn’t lazy, just gloom. When I did do work, I did it at high quality, other times I just looked at the wall. I would never stood around the cheap tables for lunch. I would just stand up and eat. I didn’t smoke or take any drugs accept for medical purposes. That made me an outsider. With my depression, I couldn’t even go outside to by them anyway. I didn’t want to be seen. The sligs lay sleeping, bobby was his name. He hated me, but was still loyal. He claimed he that I was a “goodie 2 shoes” and that he never got to do anything fun with me around. I remembered when I only just passed high school, I got booed and hissed and people even through chunks at elum and soul storm brew at me. I had tried really hard and visited every shrink I could find so I could concentrate on work. I was put in an office, to take care of a gluckon works. This was where millions of gluckons worked, it was basically to entertain other gluckons and for fill their demands. My father’s mysterious life couldn’t even get me into a head here. I would mess everything up and I didn’t have the respect of the people to listen to me.
I was thinking some more and feeling sorry for myself, when, bobby gets an ergant phone call. Through his vain not for me to hear, I still caught a few words. Mudokon, invasion and death. Then the alarm went off. I couldn’t believe the mudokons were killing us after I had tried to maintain peace! Then the door opened, a slig had walked through, followed closely by a group of mudokons. “It’s Abe!” the slig yelled, “what are we goin’ to do boss!?” I was stunned. “get them!” said the blue mudokon, I reconised him immediately. “Is this Abe?” I asked bobby. “it sure is!” he had said in a frightened voice, “shall I start shooting boss?” “No, I said calmly, “leave them alone”. I didn’t mean that, I was so frightened and mad at them at that moment. then that “abe” guy reconised me, as soon as I told the slig not to shoot. “Spare them!” he whispered, but the other mudokons had still heard him. He had stepped closer to me. “What is the hope for you?”, he had said in a quick but calm voice, “no gluckon is welcome with us, they are all evil” a mudokon in the background had said, “no, it is just what they are tought that is evil”, abe had said. “do not be so stupid to go to our village, but I guess there is not much hope for you here either. The rest of the inhabitants are dying, we suggest you get rid of that slig thing (bobby looked angrily at Abe, but was prodded with a spooce bow, so he kept quiet) and all your ways that destroy yours and our land, as I had said, come after, have a think, we will continue to travel, ask the other mudokon villages first, remember that old burnt-out one were you had that camp? Well, the village was rebuilt and reinhabited. We cannot trust you fully yet, so we will not take you with us and have more reasons to be tracked down, you will be hunted if you are seen escaping too.” He finished. “boring” said another mud. Then they finished with a “lets go!” and left, leaving me standing there.
And that is basically my back-story, what happened to me that lead up to what happened now. Now I didn’t know which side was right or wrong. I am just hoping that I will make the right choice.
please tell me anything that i could work on or the things that i did well.