[Sal the Mudokon]

okay, *takes deep breath*, this is the first fan fic i had ever begun to write. I began about a year ago, due to lack of other fan fics about oddworld. i never showed it to ne1 i was hoping that i would one day contiue it. yes, i got my forum name from it too. im gonna post attemptedly once a month in short chapters like the following. once amonth seems a bit too long for a short fic like this, but i dont want to commit to things. *more deep breaths*. tell me watcha think (dont be harsh!, please!) here it goes:


Sal’s Oddysee


Chapter 1: The Murder
Sal sat and thought about Flem. Where was he going? Why was he leaving? What had he done? Sal didn’t know. He just sat and thought. He heard footsteps above his head. “Clang, Clang!” it was the steps of a slig. No, it was two sligs. Sal tried to stay quiet. He looked through the holes in the ceiling.
“Eh, check dis out!” said one.
“What is it?” asked the other.
“It looks like a meat-puppet,” the first answered, “but somethin’s different about it”.
“Let’s see here, eh,” said the other as he sifted through the pictures he had been handed, “well it kinda looks like em”. He pointed to a picture of a mudokon.
“Well if it is him, then what do we do?” asked one.
“I don’t know, yer the one who stayed awake during the briefing!” snapped back the other, “You should know!”
“I think we were supposed to take em back to the station?”
“You sure?”
“Uh, yeah I’m sure, eh, I think?”
“Hey, do you smell that?” said one of them.
“Eh, Dale, don’t try to blame this on me!”
“No, not that you idiot!” replied Dale.
“Yeah, well, now that you mention it, somthin does smell a little funky aroun here.”
“You think it’s him?” said Dale as he pointed to the mudokon.
“I don’t know, go look”.
“No, you look!”
“Fine, we’ll both look!” They walked closer to the small lump of blue matter, slightly resembling a mudokon.
“Man, that is rank!” said Dale, putting his hand over his tentacles.
“Well what happened to em?” “Don’t know, should we wake em up?”
“You mean if he can be woken up?” The dazed mudokon began to get up.
“Rifles ready!” screamed the unknown slig.
The mudokon arched its back and stared straight into their eyes with hatred. Whispers began to come out of his mouth, but Sal couldn’t understand them. The mudokon repeated the words over and over, each time getting louder. After about the eighth time, Sal could make out the words.
“He is coming, he is coming for us all!!!” And with that, the mudokon leapt into the air in an attempt to attack the sligs. The sligs instantly fired their guns, and struck the mudokon in midair. A drop of blood hit Sal’s cheek as the body hit the floor. He wiped it off and looked back up. The sligs stood still, thinking about what just happened.
“What…the hell…was that?” said Dale.
“Ugh, I think it’s time to go?” replied the other.
“Alright, hey ya seen that new helicopter stuff their working on?” said Dale as they walked away, “Man, what will those Vykkers guys think of next?” Sal sat still, looking up at the dead, motionless eyes of the mudokon.
Something was strange about him. Then, all of a sudden, Sal figured it out. He was blue. No, not sad, but literally blue! Then he remembered that Flem was blue too! Why hadn’t he noticed it before? Maybe that’s why Flem had been taken? Sal tried to remember. And then it all came back to him.


well, thats it for may, i guess. stay tuned for the second chapter!

[ May 13, 2001: Message edited by: Sal the Mudokon ]