Thank you master Marvak, they'll appear in future chapters....
And the self claimed award for having the most morbid fanfic where people lose arms, break leg and witness near fatal violence goes to...
Me!
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CHAPTER 5 A GOOD START AND A BAD START
She woke up suddenly. She was in a thick forest, and had no idea how she'd got there. She couldn’t remember the day before, wandering into the Slig Barracks, slipping by unnoticed past sligs with guns. She got up clumsily, falling over three times, and looked at her plant ridden surroundings to find a clue as to why she was there.
The bugs buzzed in the air and the Mudosian birds whistled and chirped high in the trees. The polluted green and yellow sky was visible through the branches that stretched out at the mass of clouds. She looked over instantly as a horde of paramites leapt and ran out of the trees. She squealed and squeaked joyfully for attention, but they didn’t notice her. Nothing was unusual in this wilderness, something limited in Mudos. She scraped at the dirt ground with a scrab talon, looking around. Looking down, she could see there was a splash of dark red dried blood on the ground.
She leapt up in panic, listening for predators. Someone had killed or severely injured something, something that had been hurt so badly, it had bled. She shook in worry and fear as she saw the blood had a trail that went through the leafy trees. What kind of monster had done this, killed something and dragged it away as it bled, possibly to death? She sniffed the air, smelling something like raw meat, and waddled over to where something on the ground swarming with flies lay.
She knelt down to look at it, falling on her yellow belly and face. She wrinkled her mouth and eyes in disgust as she smelt it close up, but ignored it and looked at it. It looked like a bone, with torn meat and skin attached. She shrieked like a paramite that had been shot, leaping up and landing on her back. Rolling around and struggling with those tiny arms, she eventually got up onto her brown feet and walked back wards away from it, stopping and squealing as a scrab claw nipped at one of her elum legs. It had fingers, it was an arm. An arm that had been half eaten by a carnivore then left to the flies. She started to get extremely concerned as she no longer felt hungry like she had yesterday. Seeing a muddy puddle as thunder crackled and rain fell down, spotting the ground with water droplets, she curiously waddled over, nearly tripping and peered into it.
She had no reassurance as she saw blood on her furred face, mostly around her mouth. She gasped and looked down at her scrab torso, which was covered in dark dried blood. Her hands and her legs were too. Licking around her mouth with a long purple fleech tongue, she could taste the blood around her sharp teeth.
A bad feeling sunk in, a realisation as the moments of yesterday came back to her. She could remember waking up, cold, wet and alone, and sneaking into the Slig Barracks out of curiosity. She snuck past the sligs on guard duty, and the ones that flew through the air like they had been shot out of a canon. She had climbed into a tree to amuse herself, and rested there for a long time, before wanting to come down. In doing so she met that slig, before her head had hurt like she’d been beaten by a baton. She struggled to remember more, before the unwanted truth came to her.
Her pink eyes and slurg eyes on ommatophores went wide as she remembered the horror. With the headache gone, she had an urge to murder him and eat him. After a chase like a cat and a mouse, she no longer had patience with killing him, and decided she’d just go ahead and eat him, piece by piece. It would of gone as planned if she hadn’t of been caught and shot at. She only got an arm, and had ran as far as possible as the other sligs shot at her. She had survived. As for him, he was probably dead. That arm over there, the blood that had dripped on her and the ground, it was his.
She tossed back her head and screamed, howled, shrieked and made whatever sound she could from her hybrid self. She had made him suffer in agony and probably killed him, she thought, as she continued to wail, scaring birds out of their nests.
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The group of walking sligs cheered on the two big bro's in the alleyway, a space made by loads of surrounding and piled high light brown tents as they wrestled in the shantytowns, in the slig barracks. A thing the less serious or mature big bro's did to have fun and impress other sligs, a thing that Natzo would send them to Skillya over if he found out about it. The larger big bro slig, about two foot and four inches taller than the other big bro, pushed the smaller but still larger than normal big bro hard, flipping him onto the dusty ground on his back like a turtle. The pushed big bro crashed to the ground, sending dust flying up, and the other sligs cheered. The winner showed off, doing poses to show his muscles that bulged everywhere on his huge green sweat coated body. He walked slowly over to a vending machine that stood against a tent, smacked the button hard, and drank from the blitzpacker can that rolled out of it. Two flying sligs cheered as they hovered in the audience, one an adult with a different and more advanced flying harness, and the other one smaller and young with one that looked identical. The younger slig flew after the older slig as he left the ‘arena’ though the alleyway. Whilst the older one was calm, the younger one wasn’t, excited and deliberately steering his wings in whatever direction he could as he flew past the untidy tents at high speed.
"Did ya see then?!” He nattered on, talking fast. “They were like, raaar! And then he went, RAAAR! And he went, WHOOSH!" He squealed, flying as fast as he could in a spin. The older slig rolled his eyes as his younger companion spun out of control, and crashed into a pile of rubbish left to rot. The older flying slig tutted and laughed, holding the handles on his harness and pushed them to hover closer.
"Frisbee, you need to calm down before you break both your arms, kay?" He spoke in a non sluggish voice. Frisbee pressed the buttons on his handlebars to get up from the trash pile, and flew back to him. The older one chucked and dodged as Frisbee flew at him in a missing tackle, the two chasing each other playfully around the tents, stacked together and on top of each other like dirty unfolded washing.
A walking slig ran in a hurry through the alleyway, stumbling over another walking slig that swore as he nearly tripped over his head as he tried to crawl out of his tent. He pushed past the crowd, running up to the huge big bro without fear.
"Brutus!" He gasped, holding his chest as he stopped for breath. The bigger big bro slig turned to him slowly, his four pant legs moving like a spiders legs.
"Some guy – lost his arm – and he's in the hospital wing!” He gasped. “Wanna – come – see!?" He panted. The other sligs muttered together in agreement. Interested, they all ran through the shantytowns as the two big bros tottered after them, Frisbee and the other flying slig swooping above them.
"What’dya think happened to the slig?!" Frisbee shouted to the older flying slig over the sound of loads of mechanical legs charging. "Do you think they was lots of blood and stuff? D’ya think they would of cleaned it up?" The older slig looked ahead with his goggled eyes as he dodged past tents that stuck out from their piles. "I doubt it, we don't exactly get special treatment!" He answered, seeing a commotion ahead. His eyes went wide behind his mask as he grabbed Frisbee from mid flight and ducked behind a metal platform.
Frisbee shrieked and struggled whilst being gagged and held by his friend, thrashing at him before he hissed at Frisbee to be quiet. “Shhh! Don’t let her catch us!” He whispered harshly, pointing ahead and downwards to the dusty ground. Looking ahead through his goggles, Frisbee could see most of the sligs had snuck away or were running off with the smaller big bro, scattering around and behind him. Looking to where they were running from, he saw a small crowd of sligs. They wanted to run, looking nervous and trying to sneak away, but couldn’t. One of them was being held against his will by the tentacles, forcing him to kneel to the ground uncomfortably as he whined. The older flying slig winced as him and Frisbee’s flying harness’s hummed and clicked, as he hoped not to get noticed. He watched the slig that had the guy’s tentacles in her thick strong hand, holding his breath. He recognised who it was, in the black sleeveless shirt and bulky body.
“Agent 80085…” He mumbled solemnly. Frisbee held his hand tightly, as he hovered back a little, still watching her from behind the raised platform. “Why is she-” The older slig signalled to him to shush. “I don’t know…” He whispered in reply. “She hasn’t been the same since yesterday, some sligs said she’d witnessed a violent accident where a guy nearly died…” He spoke quietly, not wanting to draw her attention. He grabbed onto the support beams holding up the metal platform and ducked behind it with Frisbee as she screamed.
"WHO'S IDEA WAS IT TO COME SEE A GUY WHO’S GONNA DIE FOR FUN?!?!" She screeched, squeezing the terrified slig’s tentacles tighter. She shook more violently and breathed more deeply and unevenly as the sligs stayed silent in the breezeless outdoors, not wanting to own up for obvious reasons. Some of then at the back of the group ran back through the alleyway, dodging sprawled out tents. The others remained trapped and terrified as the two flying sligs watched and the trapped slig struggled. She froze for a moment, her traumatized digital eyes staring up at the towering tents and cloudy green sky, before shaking again.
"OH, SO IT'S MR. NOBODY'S FAULT THEN, IS IT?!" She screamed, yanking the guy upwards so his robotic feet hung off of the ground. He cried out in agony as no one dared to own up to the gossip or stick up for him, not wanting to face her insane wrath. "WELL LETS JUST SAY IT'S THIS GUY'S FAULT!!!" She roared, as loud as she could and hurting her throat. She threw her free fist against the slig’s stomach, then let go of him and punched his face brutally. The force threw him back to the ground and made him instantly bleed from under his metal mask. The other sligs had already taken off, apart from the flying sligs, who watched in horror, disgust and fear as she continued to rain punches down on him as he curled up on the earthy ground and screamed in terror and agony.