She's not in a city, just outside of the barracks....:PThere was a picture of ther Zrilufet on my DA account, but she's had some design changes since then.....
Well here's the next chapter, but its gets violent, I like being morbid I guess.
CHAPTER 3 GOING ON DUTY
He sat by himself at a long rectangular table in the stained steel cafeteria, keeping his head low and not eating. He preferred it that way, being alone. He wasn't like the other sligs, who sat together, talking to one another, laughing and chatting with friends. The laughter and chatting of other sligs around him in the heavily crowded room only activated his paranoia. He had no slig friends, didn't fit in, was different. The closest thing he had to a friend was his slog, he avoided other sligs as much as he could. He was shy and scared of other sligs, scared of being laughed at, rejected, or messing up. Another slig had taught him that through bullying, and an accident that left him guilt ridden and afraid to use guns of any sort. He poked at the cold slimy grey ‘food’, that could be recycled trash for all he cared, with a black nailed finger. He wasn’t going to eat it, despite the acid burning in his stomach telling him otherwise.
A female slig in a black top with less detailed shiny silver metal pants walked past him, stared at him for a moment, and carried on walking, her pants making that mechanical sound slig pants usually did. She was in a higher position then the rest of them, partly due to the fact there wasn’t enough big bro’s to order them around after that mysterious steroid shortage. Coincidently, another smallish slig at the time the steroids seemed to have went grew into a ten foot tall big bro, but no one had been smart enough to suggest to the boss that ‘Tiny’ could have used those steroids on himself. Or they just didn’t want to. It seemed obvious to him, but he wasn’t the kind of person to tell on someone to a person like Natzo the glukkon. After Dripik was apparently assassinated by being blown up, being Dripik’s closest friend and with Dripik’s other two partners dead, Natzo took over the Slig Barracks. Rumours said that all they found was Dripik's decapitated remains, but that was just a rumour, like the rumour that Abe the escaped mudokon terrorist was involved. He was seen as a threat, and a strict rule was that if you saw him, shoot him to kill. If he survived, you shoot him again. He didn't see him as a threat, though. After all, he was just a normal mudokon, right? He'd be really scared if he saw him though. Fear played on his mind on a dark night and rose illogical suspicions in his head. But mostly said ‘mudokon serial killer terrorist’ had just been that slig chasing and shooting at him for fun again.
That slig in the shiny pants was probably a female slig (she had a female tone about her voice and features the other sligs didn’t), but she was dead serious, had muscles bulging like a miniature big bro and demanded respect like one, so they feared her all the same. Usually. A few idiots tried to 'chat her up', but they ended up in the cheap hospital wing with broken arms, so they soon learned that she was a killing machine, not a meal ticket. She hadn’t killed anyone yet, but she had caused injury. He wondered why they didn’t just report her to Natzo. Then he remembered seeing her hold a slig off of the ground by the tentacles and threaten to rearrange his face. Despite all that, she did have her ‘good days’ where she didn’t half-kill other sligs. Luckily, she hadn’t killed or threatened him yet, though that was mostly due to the fact he didn’t act like an idiot or talked about her behind her back.
He watched as the big bros started coming in, in little groups scattered around the place. Terrified, he got off of the cheap plastic seat, knowing he was expected to do something. The big bros would just go nuts or pick on the smaller sligs for the smallest excuse, like, ‘Yo lookin’ at me, punk?’ or ‘Are yo not listenin’ ta me wussie?’ He slipped away through the moving crowd with his head low, trying to avoid eye contact, before bumping into another walking slig. The two fell over as he got up quickly, seeing that female slig glaring back at him, waiting for an explanation.
“Ummm, uhhh, sorry sir, it was an accident….” He took a nervous step back, nearly tripping as she glared at him like a big bro towards someone that had nicked their blitzpacker can, before figuring out what he had done wrong. “I-I mean mam!” He apologized sheepishly as the other walking sligs sniggered. She shot them a look that silenced them, before beginning to talk.
“Right, all of you slackers are going on duty, and due to a new change, I’m meant to waste my time showing you how-”
He stood there silently, watching her and paying attention. His eyes swivelled to her tight shirt, before he looked away quickly, red faced and hoping she didn’t catch him looking. She hated anyone looking below her collarbone, for obvious reasons that he didn’t find obvious. She used to be more territorial about who looked in her direction, before she got that recycled black shirt from Natzo for good behaviour (he didn’t know she punched half of the people who looked her way). He was distracted as some of the other sligs continued to talk in whispers. He looked her way and avoided eye contact as he saw her glare at them like death. “PAY ATTENTION!” She screeched, making him and half of the other sligs jump. He felt shaken up as she continued to ramble on, terrified like it was him he had told off. He just heard a whisper from another slig, and saw her reach at the gun holder on her pant leg. “Psycho bitch…” He heard a slig hiss to friend who sniggered, before covering the sides of his head.
Although he expected it, he still jumped as high as he could in heavy cheap iron pants when he heard the loud bang of her small hand gun go off. He slowly lifted his head from his bent crouching position, daring to look to see if she had shot that slig. Through the gaps in between his yellowy brown fingers, he could see her still looking in the slig’s direction with blazed eyes
"I know your serial number, 8912..." She spoke suddenly, her face dark and angry. "Just for that, you can be the first to test our new technological advancement..." He heard a sort of whimpering whine, before looking to see that the slig was still alive, and didn’t have his brains scattered all over the floor. The other sligs seemed scared though, and the big bros were looking for who fired that bullet as she put her gun back in its holder by her side.
"Right, this way, follow me, march!" She ordered as they walked, more strictly since Natzo’s rule. He was even stricter than Dripik was and crankier, more sligs got fired over more minor things, and more pointless rules were added. Even she hated him, and she was pretty strict herself. He was harder on her for some reason, snappy and moody when he called on her. He scuttled along quickly, dodging past the big bros who yelled in their deep voices and rounded up the other sligs. He slipped through the doorway, feeling panicky as the place began to get crowded with walking sligs. He shivered in fear as a huge, bigger big bro, over 11 foot tall and near twelve, stood near him, watching the commotion. Curious and nervous, he tried his best to get past the other sligs without causing hassle to no avail, getting sworn and shoved at before making it to the front.
In the rusty room was a new, less rustier machine with a complicated control panel, a cylindrical set of doors that led to a space inside, and something like a canon that stuck out of the gap in the wall, letting the cold day air in. A slog dispenser tube was placed next to it, bending and touching the floor to let the slogs roll out. He could see she was in a bicker with the slig she had shot at, as the big bros and pretty much everyone else watched. “I don’t care who you are boy, you’re going in first for thinking I’m a psycho bitch!”
“Who doesn’t?” He heard another slig snigger, rolling his eyes. She was too busy to hear that, and no one really cared what was said behind her back. Except him, it annoyed him a bit, knowing they had partly annoyed her in the first place. Though some days the word psycho fitted her well, out of control and angry. He watched as she grabbed the protesting slig by the shoulders, shoved him in the open doors, then pressed two buttons. He fell down to the steel floor, lifting himself up as the doors snapped shut quickly. The slig’s yells were muffled against the glass as he shouted her, before the floor inside seemed to spring up and launch him out of the canon at high speed. He was seen flying away into the distance through the gap in the wall around the steel canon, heard yelling as his voice faded and he landed somewhere else. The other sligs laughed, squinting their metal eyelids as they went hysterical at that slig’s fate. Another new mask made for them had ‘eyelids’ to show emotion. Even the lone slig sniffed in a humoured way, and smiled behind his tentacles. He didn’t know why the masks were changed again though, since Natzo was always trying to scrimp and save and there hadn’t been another mass slig suicide incident.
"Aww, I don't see why your laughing boys, because - you're all next!" She ordered, still standing by the door. There was some what?!'s, gasp's and complaints from the walking sligs, and the lone slig's face fell.
"I said he'd be the first to try it, not the last!" She barked. "So quit your whining, get your weapons, your slogs and go! This machine is built to make you get to your destinations quicker, and as long as it works, it's good enough for Natzo to consider it! Line up!"
They went to the nearby box reluctantly, being handed their guns and batons by the nearby big bros, who happily gave them a shove as they went. He nervously walked slowly closer, waiting for one of the two big bros to hand him his weapon. He recognized his blunderbuss instantly, seeing those marks and scratches on it, but waited for the big bros to give it to him, too shy and scared to breathe a word. The big bros stared at the label on it, clearly irritated and confused.
“Wha’ th’ hell does this say?” One snapped as the female slig commander looked over. “Looks like…Dimimi? Wha’ th’ hell kinda name is that?!” He muttered to himself and waited impatiently as she stalked closer. She reached up a hand to one of the big bros, who handed her the gun. She rolled her eyes after reading it. “It says ‘Dimitrio’… knuckleheads…” She whispered under her breath. “Can’t you guys read? Alright, who’s Dimitri-” She caught the attention of the slig shyly raising a hand. “Ah, right, here you go…” She said, handing the blunderbuss to him with two muscular green arms. Walking closer to that slig launcher device, he remembered someone.
“Slobber…” He whispered faintly, not wanting to attract attention. He heard a familiar ‘Woof!’ and saw the slog limp up to him, with his robotic leg.
Slobber was his slog, and he'd named him that because of his drooling problem caused by his deformed mouth, which also had no teeth. The happy panting slog was never beaten by him – he tried to, but his conscience wouldn’t let him – and his left leg had a mechanical replacement, which he got after being in an accident involving a slig and a vehicle, which that female slig had paid for.
He didn't know why she favoured him sometimes, when he didn’t even like himself. He hated himself for being nicer than other sligs. He couldn't shoot a fly, or beat his slog, which was why Slobber was friendly instead of vicious. The other sligs didn't notice though - they were too busy to pay attention to some slog that wasn't their own. They had better things to do. That supervisor slig had taught him he was worthless, and he had taken that lesson with him his whole life.
Dimitrio carried his weapon as he walked slowly, as Slobber ran into the pod, obediently, knowing he was expected to follow his master. It was his turn next, as a big bro laughed and shoved him closer to it, nearly making him fall. He tottered towards it nervously, seeing her stand there next to the door.
"Right, Dimitrio, you're next!"
She meant to shove him in gently, but grabbed his hand by accident. They stared into their red electronic eyes briefly, before some other sligs laughing at them ruined the moment, embarrassing them both. She swore at one and raised a finger, before looking at him again, still red faced.
"Umm, just make sure you land on your feet, you... Won't get hurt that way..."
Confused and still embarrassed, Dimitrio walked in, the slightly cramped space with his slog, freezing as the doors snapped shut behind him. The sound of other sligs laughter and that female slig’s furious shouting was muffled out before he was launched away out of the smallish tight canon, the air rushing against him as he was fired like a gunshot. He waved his arms and legs blindly in a panic, before smacking into a hard, pillow-like object.
He slid down it like a cartoon character against a window, dropping on the ground with his slog. He rolled his beady eyes behind his mask as he saw the target mark on the big dart board like ‘pillow’, looking around the desert-like area surrounding the Slig Barracks. The high barbed wire fence and building were in the distance, against the cloudy green sky, as he picked up his gun that lay on the ground, holding it properly and walking back and forth. He was on guard duty, and would be for a long couple of hour’s time.
CHAPTER 4 THE ATTACK
(Warning: über violence)
It had passed hours and hours as Dimitrio had just sat there all day. The sun was setting in the green cloudy misty sky, and not a breeze blew by in the silence. He was sitting on a rock in a remote place, dozy and not alert, tempted to sleep like the other slacker sligs. Slobber was fast asleep, snoring loudly and grunting, his gaped open mouth pouring a pool of saliva onto the earthy ground. The Slig Barracks sat silent in a huge pile in the distance, against the swampy yellowy green cloudy sky with some of the lights already on. There had been no trespassers so far. He doubted anyone would trespass anyway. Who would want to break into the slig barracks? There was nothing valuable there, it seemed pretty pointless. It didn’t look likely that Abe would come back with no mudokons to save. That Abe guy was an insane evil psycho he thought, like all the other sligs did. Worse still, Mr. I-like-to-kill-sligs-for-no-reason had his own personal moon with his sidekick Munch’s moon next to it, like a creepy monster in the night and reminder of the mass slaughter of some sligs he knew. He was also responsible for destroying the economy, the slaughter of hundreds of sligs, blowing up places, killing Dripik and other glukkons...
There was a sudden rustle in the tree next to him, high up in its branches. Slobber stayed asleep, but Dimitrio shot up into a standing position with his pants, alert and afraid, and grabbed his blunderbuss that he’d left lying beside him. Was it him? Abe? The mudokon serial killer terrorist? With his intern and vykker killing, fuzzle freeing friend Munch? The fear played havoc on his mind. Until the rustling of leaves stopped. He slowly sat back down, trying to calm himself. Maybe he was just imagining things. It was probably just a bird or something. He hoped he was, even if it meant he was insane. The thought that a killer nearby, that could posses him and make him get splattered without anything he could do about it, panicked him further. He tried to forget about it, but was in such a state, he continued to hold tight to his gun, just in case.
‘What if he's there?’ He thought. ‘Am I gonna die like the others did?’ He screamed and half-jumped as he heard a twig above him snap. He instinctively grabbed his gun, loaded it with a double click, and darted the barrel upwards to point at the tree’s mass of branches.
His beady eyes beneath his mask widened with shock, when he saw it wasn't an insane escaped serial killer terrorist, but some kind of monstrosity. A larger than him body, hanging by a thick old branch by its long tongue, looking back at him with watery eyes like a cartoon character. He could see it looked like a mix of wildlife creatures he was familiar with. A fuzzle, scrab, paramite… He forgot most of the rest that wasn’t food. She was wet, cold and muddy, showing in her stained brown skin and ruffled fur on her head, and the way she shivered and tried to cling to her body with those difficult elum arms.
She was hanging from the tree by a fleech tongue out her mouth, when the branch snapped. She fell and landed on her back, just missing a blow to the head. They stared at each other for a moment, both of them equally bewildered as Slobber woke up with a confused whine. She smiled as her purple slurg ommatophores stretched back out, climbing up onto her elum feet. She waddled over to him slowly, arms outstretched like a baby trying to walk, one of them with a loose, muddy, soaking wet, and slightly bloodstained bandage around it. Dimitrio held his gun in shock and fear, shaking like a beaten mudokon and not knowing what to do. He couldn’t shoot a fly, not after that incident that left him too guilt ridden to ever use a gun again.
"Wh... Wha... You... You're...Not allowed here, this is the slig barr-" He stuttered, terrified, before she whimpered like an attacked paramite and leaned over, crouching and holding her head as she whined, like she was in pain. His fear was overcome by worry and pity.
"A-are you alright?" He spoke softly, walking slowly closer with his robotic legs making mechanical sounds as Slobber watched silently, picking up random animal scents from the hybrid.
She lifted her long haired head quickly. Her pale lips had curled into a sick evil smile as her pink eyes had a cruelly happy look about them, a look he was familiar with from that bully slig he knew. She bared her assortment of carnivorous teeth against her fluffy scruffy head and walked slowly closer, with a menacing scrab hiss.
He leapt back in surprise and fear, walking away backwards as he was terrified. Slobber suddenly whined like he’d bean beaten, waddling backwards with his stump between his legs, before the slog suddenly broke into a load of yowling and barks as he took off. He felt unnerved at Slobber’s unusual behaviour, before looking back at the mysterious creature. There was a sick and twisted lusty look in her pink eyes, as her mouth drooled like she had smelt… Food. The word screeched a warning in his mind. She was made of scrab, fleech, paramite and fuzzle, looked like she was lusting after something she wanted, and was looking at Dimitrio. She wanted to eat him.
She advanced forward, slowly and menacingly, before common sense partly overcame Dimitrio’s fear and he ran, throwing his blunderbuss to the ground in a blind panic. He ran as fast as those heavy iron pants would let him, running towards the Barracks for help. Like a cat, it took chase, with the shriek of a paramite, gaining sudden grace in its movements as it caught up with him, sprinting in great strides and dragging its scrab legs behind it as he screamed. Leaping in front of him, it howled a scrab call before braking into a scrab shred, spinning gracefully on an elum foot with its muscular scrab legs outstretched. A talon slashed his side and flicked blood as he made a sudden turn to dodge her spins. He cried out in agony with that bad gash in his side instantly flowing blood, but kept on running away as the predator continued to give chase. With her shred power up, she hissed like a fleech as her tongue shot out of her mouth, whipping Dimitrio on the back to weaken him as he carried on screeching at the top of his lungs in fear and pain. He cried out yet again as the predator hybrid leapt on him, knocking him to the dusty ground. He wrestled in vain against her larger and heavier body as she snapped at his face and hands viciously, roaring like a scrab every time he tried to push away that hungry, teeth ridden mouth.
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The female sit sat on a high rock as other sligs wandered around, examining the stretching horizon like a meerkat. A distant scream and barking of a slog broke the peace. She glared at the slog who snatched a slig’s baton and ran wildly as the cursing slig chased after him with some friends. She dropped down from her high position and followed quickly with some others, seeing the slig give up chase and wander off, swearing and kicking a rock in frustration. She sprinted in her lighter aluminium pants, following that voice and slog that ran with a wobble from its longer robotic leg. “You guys come with me!” She ordered to a group who moaned, before reluctantly leaving their spots and running after her, weapons in hand. As she went on, the screams grew more desperate, before they escalated suddenly to more horrible shrieks. She’d never forget that scream, the awfulness and torture in that voice that cried out, followed by a scrab howl. Nervous and worried, she ran faster as the sligs grew more motivated in interest and sped up, batons and guns swinging in their arms as the slog continued to lead the way. ‘Just what the hell is a scrab doing here?!’ She thought desperately, before freezing in shock horror.
She could see the monster on top of another slig in what looked like an attack or fight, and finally recognised the voice as Dimitrio’s. She felt horror, not wanting to believe what was going on, as she saw that beast maul at his shoulder, with blood staining the fur around its lips. She let out a whining gasp, unable to cope with the shock of the situation as she heard his tortured cries and saw him try to fight that monstrosity off with his uninjured arm. Then what innocence she had was ruined as she saw the worst part of the gory assault.
Its mouth went in his skin deeper, before it pulled its head back hard. The psycho had Dimitrio’s left arm in its mouth, dangling by the shoulder, as blood sprayed from his torn place where it used to be held on his body.
He screamed in unbearable pain. It was the most painful thing he'd ever felt.
With what sanity she had left, she quickly drew out her gun and shot at the Zrilufet. It roared like a dying scrab after a fight, before running off with that limb shaking in its mouth. The other sligs with guns shot at it as Slobber tried to chase it away with frantic barking and limping, but only a bullet skimmed over its scrab back. She barked to the others to get medical help, before running over to him. The two screamed as he felt all of the pain and she tried to block the rushing blood flow with her hands, as it only squirted out where it could, between her fingers and around her hands. The other sligs ran and yelled to others, as medical help finally did come. They wrapped his spraying wound quickly with instantly bloodstained bandages, carrying him off as fast as they could as she fell to her knees and bloodstained hands and howled, covered in his blood, before more sligs dragged her off and the smell of blood lingered in the air.
To Dimitrio, everything was blurred out as his mind only focused on the agony. The last thing he remembered was that monster, his slog barking and her, made insane by the horror, before he fell into the black of unconsciousness...