[Dark Elite_H2]

Oddworld: Stranger's Wrath


The one moment she savored the most was seeing the Master Chief's face. It would always be burned on her memory. Then, that final moment, while she dangled out in space, she was caught with the force pull of the explosion. Halo, the final one, had finally been destroyed, but bringing along Umi with it. Then, she felt the suction of the invisible black hole, sucking her in to infinate space. The worst thing she thought was where would it take her, and how far from Earth? Then, she couldn't breathe, and slowly drifted in space, until her skin tingled and burned. That was all in her memory, along with her new-found friends on Earth and in space. She didn't move an inch from what posture she was in when she became conscious. Murmered whispers from all around her could be heard. She opened one eye, to see pairs of olive green eyes looking down at her face.
"Huh?"
She opened the other eye, and shot straight up. The things around her backed away when she popped up. Little chicken-like folk were surrounding her every side. She was scared, really, but she thought if she excited the little things, they may do something horrible. But they looked of no harm.
"What the hell are you supposed to be?"
Umi looked at all of them. None replied to her, until a feminemly-looking chicken stooped up.
"We're the Clakkers here in Gizzard Gulch!" she replied with a westerny accent and a whiny voice.
"Clakkers," Umi repeated.
"What are you?" a male Clakker asked.
"Never seen a human before?" Umi replied to them.
"Hu-man? What's a hu-man?" The others clamored as well.
"Ok, forget that. Can someone tell me where I am?" Umi asked.
"Yer in Gizzard Gulch, hu-man," the female Clakker said back.
"I know that. What am I on right now?" Umi asked again, with some irritability.
"Um...grass?"
"No! What planet! What planet am I on?" Umi slammed her fist on the dirt.
"Oh! You could've been more specific! Why, you're on Oddworld," the other male Clakker replied.
Umi turned to the Clakker, her eyes blinking in disbelief.
"What? Wha-was it somethin' I said?"
"What did you say I was on?" Umi repeated with more intense anger in her voice.
"Um...Oddworld?" the Clakker replied with nervousness in his throat.
Her face drooped down when the Clakker replied.
"Now what did I say?" the Clakker shrugged to the others.
"Now, now. Give the hu-man some time. She's probably been through a lot. Maybe not like us..." the female said.
"What!?" Umi shouted, as she jumped up. The Clakkers jumped away from Umi.
"Whoa, now! Settle down thar, hu-man! We don't want no trouble!" the male cautioned.
"I think it would've been better if we didn't tell her!" the female said with a little regret in her voice.
"I think I messed my boxers, LuAnne,"
"I'm on some different planet, in some different system, billions of miles away from Earth!? This is-this is just crazy!" she cried, clenching tufts of her golden-blonde hair.
"Uh, isn't that what we just said?" the male Clakker spoke.
"Does it look like she cares right now?" the female glanced at the male.
Umi didn't make any comments to the three Clakkers. Instead, she ran. Out of the fields, and in to town, in the middle of a dusty dirt road, leading only left or right. She didn't care what route she took, but just to escape from everything the Clakkers had told her in the fields. But, as rocky as the path can be, her shoe got stuck in one, and tumbled on to the dust road. The Clakkers in town ran over to the fallen human, with more curiousness in their minds than to come to her aid. But they stopped, dead in their tracks, when they were inches away from her feet. A shadowy right in front of Umi's fallen body, approached the townsfolk. The Clakkers clucked in fear.
"My lord. It's Stranger," one quivered in fear.
As the stranger got closer to Umi, she could hear the rattling of it's boots, getting closer and closer. She lifted her head, only to see a set of two rightly shining green eyes, looking down at her. Before she was fully knocked out, she could see the stranger's head cocking to one side, looking at her in confusion, but somewhat interest. Umi's vision impaired, and she fell unconscious.
The stranger's lips curled in to a smile, bent down to pick Umi off the street, walked the way he came from The Clakkers behind whispered feafully in a group.
"Mercy on her. Have mercy on her," a female said, her voice quivering heavily.
The rest of the Clakkers said also in agreement, watching the stranger's shadow walk away with the human.