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Mech bounced along on the elum he was riding. He had to admit, they made good time, even if they did stop evertime they caught the smallest scent of honey. Still, Mech perferred his own feet to an animal's. As he approached the village, he ran through the lead in his mind. On one hand, it was unlikely that the bastard would be living in such a remote area. On the other, he might be living here for the exact same reasons. Or getting the DNA of the legendary Albino Scrab, so he could sell dozens of mini ones for a tidy profit.
Mech didn't care either way. All he wanted was revenge. The dirt road wound it's way around numerous groves of dark-looking trees. Mech kept a wary eye on them, consious of paramites. The elum gave small sounds of fright, since it apparently had something unfamiliar in the air. Suddenly, Mech realized the sun wasn't shining as brightly. Darkness pressed in suffocatingly. Mech felt himself going faint. Just before he toppled off the sadle, he saw the sharpened hollow stick in his arm.
He got me. That son of a bitch got me before I even got into the village. If I live, he's a dead man. Actually, extra-dead, because i'll make sure....
That was all he could think of before darkness claimed him. Just as he blacked out, a blurry figure strode from the trees, and straight for him and the elum.
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