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YES MASTER MARVAK!
Well having a week off the computer got this bumped away to the next page, but I'm back, with two more chapters! Whooooo, I'm awesome....Obey me....Now I can center the thingies to make it more noticeable...
CHAPTER 6 M.O.M
The sligs sat inside the Slig Barracks building, in a place where they went on their break. Sligs sat in the bar and drank and talked and smoked in the smoky, crowded and noisy room. A gang of sligs was with an older slig, forty-something in slig years and with ripped tentacles with holes. He looked over at the female slig that sat by herself against a cheap stained steel wall. Her traumatized eyes stared into space and she didn’t move an inch. She’d been in and out of that kind of state for days. Ever since that rumoured accident. There was all kinds of rumours about it after she was seen screaming and covered in blood. Some sligs said a slig finally gave her what she deserved, among other sick things that had left her traumatized. Others said she had killed a slig with her bare hands and was scared of getting caught for it. Some said she’d had an encounter with Abe or Munch. More unbelievably, the sligs at the scene said the blood came from another slig who was attacked by a hybrid carnivorous monster, and that she had gotten covered in his blood when she tried to help him. They didn’t know what to believe, so they kept on making up rumours or stories about it.
A slig looked her way as she began talking to herself, and fidgeting with her hands.
“Think she’s alright?” A walking slig asked. His baton leaned against his chair.
The oldest one sniffed, taking another drink from a can. He slammed it on the table, swallowing the alcoholic liquid.
“Who cares, she’s been screwed up ever since that day…” He said harshly, taking another drink. One of the sligs sniggered.
“Think it was that Dimitrio loser she attacked?” They laughed briefly. “I haven’t seen him in days…” Another slig sniffed.
“He probably made himself useful and finally jumped into a recycler.”
They laughed again in the smoky chatty bar.
“I wouldn’t be surprised if he did, he’s been staring at those things for weeks before he disappeared. Odd damn emo.” One walking slig added. Another laughed.
“I saw him lookin’ over the edges of platforms too.”
They laughed again, before hearing a familiar tune on the old dusty tv, that hung from the ceiling by a mechanical arm-like support. A slig was on the dusty tv screen, on a circular platform with circular screens to his side and a red curtain in the background. Each of the screens at different angles said NEWS BULLETIN, with a picture of the slig on them. He pretended to bat invisible baseballs with his microphone, before turning to face the camera.
“The Magog On the March. News to give you blues.” He began.
“A hybrid vykker experiment-” A 2D cartoon-styled picture of it came onto the screens. “That two vykkers were paid millions of moolah to create has escaped!” He said, putting more drama into his voice. “In its escape, an intern disappeared-” The sligs looked interested as a picture of Mike’s head went on the screens. “And a window was found smashed in the lab.” The sligs watched as a picture of Dr. Jekyll and Dr. Hyde’s lab atop a cliff appeared, against a daytime sky. The female slig and all of the others had their full attention on the small screen. She recognised the picture of that bloodthirsty monster, and watched to try and learn more about it. She needed answers.
“The two vykker creators themselves, Dr. Jekyll and Dr. Hyde, are here to give more information on the situation.” The newscaster slig said.
The screen switched to show Frankenstein and Norbert. Some of the sligs recoiled upon suddenly seeing two vykkers faces up close with stitched heads. The cameras flashed around them as a bundle of microphones were held near their huge purple heads on the small screen.
"Testing, testing!” Norbert yapped into the microphone. “Now, the reason why we're is because of some complications in our zrilufet project!" Frankenstein announced.
“We already knew that!” A glukkon off-screen snapped.
“Shut up!” Norbert shrieked back viciously.
“Anyway!” Frankenstein cut in, not wanting the subject to be changed to an argument. “Apparently the creature isn’t as soft as we thought…” he began nervously.
“We don’t know what happened to Mike, our intern assistant that went missing with it, but the creature was reported to have been seen and eaten some slig guy’s arm off and he hasn’t been found.”
The slig lady perked up her head. She looked up at the hanging tv from her seat, looking a paler green around her mask.
"Zrilufet?..." She whispered, still in a psychotic stage. The monster, the monster that flashed through her horrific memories, with a bloodied face and the slig she liked better than the others as its victim, had a name. She glared at the screen darkly. On her personnel hate and/or shoot list in her mind, along with Abe, Munch and various sligs around the Slig Barracks that had gotten on her nerves, was some new names. The Zrilufet to shoot, and those two vykkers to hate for starting all of the trouble.
“How did it escape?! Didn’t you lock up the damn thing?!” A female yappy vykker voice off screen shrieked. Frankenstein rolled his eyes and looked at the screen as Norbert looked expressionless, and started twitching, jittering his arms and eyelids with no pattern.
"The experiment is believed to have escaped through a broken window we found newly broken. An attack by some unknown monstrosity on a slig was reported a day later, which was probably the Zrilufet, judging by the description."
All of the sligs had their eyes fixed on the screen, not even drinking or speaking. Silence lingered in the metal bar, broken by the tv speakers broadcasting the voices.
"I’ll kill…That b****…" She whispered, glaring at the tv like it had made another 80085 = BOOBS calculator joke in front of her. She hated that old insult as much as being ogled for being a monotreme.
“So why’d it suddenly go vicious now?!” An off-screen glukkon called to the two scientists. Frankenstein waved a hand in front of Norbert, who continued to twitch and fidget without notice of anyone or anything around him on live tv.
"The Zrilufet must of went into Zachorax mode.” He said casually. “It’s something we created the hybrid experiments to be switched to under control, for our project. It must of had a glitch and went into it for some cause.”
Agent 80085 continued to twitch like Norbert in her seat, not being noticed by the other sligs. Her fidgeting and shaking turned into sudden jerking, like a violent epileptic seizure. She hissed in shaky breaths, and hit and kicked at her recycled metal table.
"The… creature...” She blurted out in a shaking, manic voice. “It... Mutated!..." She whispered in a whine.
“So what the heck does the Zachorax mode do to it?!” An off-screen walking slig demanded. Frankenstein rolled his eyes, irritated, while Norbert casually walked out of the camera’s view. The camera’s kept on flashing and the microphones remained held close to their faces.
"It will temporarily lose all of its memories and conscience and develop a strong lust for killing, any other questions?!" He snapped back.
"Yeah, why are we here?! What’s the main reason?!" A moody glukkon ordered.
Frankenstein’s nervousness showed in his face. His lower jaw gaped and shivered as he tried to think of an answer, how to say the answer that would get them the least annoyed. He would of tried to manipulate Norbert into doing it, but decided not to when he heard a crash in the distance and couldn’t see him around the room.
"Welllllll...." He began, shaking with nervousness.
"Ummmm, it appears for our experiments to continue without the Zrilufet we made…” The glukkons groaned and the vykkers whined upon sensing the bad news. Something they didn’t want to hear. Not a slig stirred or made a sound in the room, except for Agent 80085, who carried on fitting like an tired epileptic person who had watched the banned Pokémon episode Electric Soldier Porygon, so much that she was about to fall out of that chair any minute and was kicking and hitting the things around her. One of the slig’s in the oldest slig’s group rolled his eyes at her.
“Seizure freak…”
“Tell me about it…Why the f*** is she doing that?!” Another hissed.
The oldest torn tentacled one sniffed.
“Probably just not used to watching tv. Butchy b**** exercises all the time, why would we care anyway if she’s spazzing out?”
Not knowing how to answer that, the sligs silenced and carried on watching tv as the female slig carried on jerking violently in her chair.
“…With what little DNA we have from getting a small blood sample, we need…” He paused, before bringing the worst news for the industrialists.
“Six million moolah..."
The glukkons, vykkers and whatever other industrialist species there booed in an uproar, upon hearing the news. With moolah scarce, it would take a fortune from more than a couple of rich people to give them that amount of cash, and no one there was willing to give what ‘little’ money they had left. It would mean they would be deprived of their luxuries for a while, and like spoilt children, they were strong against giving that up. An empty zap can was thrown off Dr. Hyde's head.
"Ow! Odd damn it, it ain’t my fault!" Frankenstein Jekyll shrieked like an irritated child.
Just then, Norbert came back into the view of the camera, his face with an eerie calm expression.
"Well anyway, you must report any sightings of the Zrilufet you see.” He spoke in a monotone voice. “Make sure no one helps it evade capture, call your local slig if you see it, bla bla bla, have a nice day, now turn the cameras off before I throttle my best friend."
The sligs and various people off camera raised eyebrows before the surprised and non catatonic vykker spoke again. "So then our plan will work, you'll get what you want. and we'll rule the east side!"
There was a cheer from the people off screen as the sligs in the bar were just plain confused.
“’East side’? What the Hell is that?”
The slig’s question was left unanswered as none of them had a clue.
"And remember kids, flush your own fleech!" Frankenstein said cheerfully. Norbert remained silent for a moment, before looking insanely furious. Norbert grabbed Frankenstein’s neck, and began shaking the terrified vykker. Frankenstein screamed as his best friend strangled him, and Norbert yelled in fury as he strangled his best friend. He shrieked “I’LL KILL YOU!” Before the camera view changed back to the Newscaster Slig.
“And that’s what the two scientists have to say about their project!” He said cheerfully, as if he hadn’t noticed the on camera attempted assault. “Coming up next, The Mr. Happy the vykker’s Show!” He said. The ending theme of the M.O.M news came on, before a live action animation with childish music and a smiling vykker with puppets played with the logo of the children’s show. The sligs immediately lost interest, apart from the large big bro named Tiny, who pretended he wasn’t watching his favourite show.
The slig lady, who with luck hadn’t fallen off her chair, got up and left the small building.
"Where’s she going?” A slig muttered to the old slig. The oldest slig resumed drinking, slamming the can down hard when he was done with the can.
“I don’t think any of us here gives a f***.” He answered coldly.
Once she was outside, she froze, ran over to a small bin and threw up inside it. Done with that, she took a used tissue from inside it to wipe most of the vomit off her tentacles. She put it back in the bin before carrying on back to the main building. Her face around her mask was pale, her eyes were shocked and sickened, and her emotions miserable as she walked slowly to the towering Barracks building.
CHAPTER 7 SHE RETURNS
The Zrilufet lay on her red scrab back, looking up at the green cloudy sky through the trees, their branches reaching out and grabbing at it with leafed twig fingers. A group of paramites ran by, shrieking as they noticed the unfamiliar creature with mixed scents containing paramite, but she didn’t care. She couldn’t care about other things. She blamed herself for what happened. She didn't know if that creature, who hadn’t told someone to jab her with a needle that still left a scar, was alive or dead, critical or stable. Her stomach was full from her overindulging herself on leaves – she didn’t want to get hungry again in case it happened again – her losing control and turning into a bloodthirsty monster. Her fur was dirty from lying on the ground, the bandage on her elum arm from the first person who had helped her was soggy and hanging off short limb, her lips and throat begged for water but she did not move. She wanted to punish herself for what happened. It was her who had did it, probably killed him, and she had no one else to blame. She continued to lie there miserably, wasting another day in her own self punishment.
A positive thought passed her mind. What if he… Forgave her? Highly unlikely, but not impossible, right? After all, she had just ‘blacked out’ and hadn’t been acting of her free will, during the slaughter. He seemed like a nice person… And she longed for another companion, after losing the two that could have been. She had no idea where they were. Perhaps she knew where that man was…
Freeing herself from punishment, she got up, falling over three times before getting to her elum feet. Her fuzzle eyes glared while her slurg ones strained themselves, lacking in vision. Running past trees and tripping over four times, she made it to the edge of the forest, and saw the Slig Barracks stand in the distance against the green clouded sky. A heap of tents, pipes and buildings, that she began to familiarise with in a memory.
Her eyes looked strained and puzzled as she peered at the industrial facility. She tried to remember what had happened, whilst keeping the gory bits out. She remembered chasing him, as he ran towards the place, trying to escape her.
She squealed happily, a fuzzle squeaking sound. That place was where the other guys had taken him to. There was hope. Maybe he forgave her, maybe he was alive. She got her hopes up.
She longed to have a friend – with the vykker and the intern’s whereabouts unknown, this could be her last chance. She began running towards the facility in the distance across the desert, regardless of how hungry or thirsty she was.