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Yayness! I was almost going to PM you saying to hurry up... now I on't need to! *hugs*
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Well ya should of.
Okay...I spent most of the day trying to type up stuff...I've done more of Kico's Oddysee, and one chapter of The Oddball's Oddysee....Which I give you now! Well its one chapter instead of two but....Better than zero!
CHAPTER 8 BACK TO LIFE
Frisbee, the young flying slig, cheerfully flew through the Shantytowns at ground level, singing, whizzing along and dodging deliberately around pipes, tents and lamps. He held a large piece of scrap metal in one arm whilst piloting his wings with the other. The plan to make Dimitrio an arm was going perfect in the two adopted brothers eyes. Gadget had already done most of the work, taking apart a pair of mechanical slig pants and fixing them together. It would hopefully have the ability to move like a pair of pants. If not, back to square one. Frisbee had metal suitable to attach the arm to Dimitrio’s stump. When they attached that to the mechanical arm, the arm would be made. If it could move voluntarily with Dimitrio’s mind, like a pair of sligs pants when attached, their work was done.
He happily whizzed through the air rushing against him, when he saw the female slig boss standing there on the ground, right in front of him. Her hands were on the sides of her pants, and her eyes bore a demanding look. He screamed a high pitched scream, making his wings come to a halt in the air. Terrified, he froze like an animal in the headlights of a car, before trying to fly around her, past her and down the alleyway to meet Gadget in the hospital.
“NOT so fast!” She demanded. Out of fear, he hovered still and obeyed the command. He whimpered and whined like a scared sloggie as he expected the worst. The things he had seen and heard about her. Her having gotten into fights with other sligs, having the upper advantage while other sligs watched. The sligs that had battled her ending up with their arms in slings. She usually manipulated them so the management didn’t find out, or fired warning shots with her small gun when she was up against something like a big bro. Manipulation was usually a preferable option, since most sligs had a room temperature IQ.
“Where do you think you’re going with that scrap metal?” She ordered sternly. Frisbee shook as he hovered, trying to think of a good lie. He looked around the shantytowns, like a city with tent skyscrapers. Scruffy tent skyscrapers, home to slaves that worked for the glukkons, whether they liked it or not. Tent apartments of one bedroom, a lump of blankets for a bed and nothing else.
“I… Uhhh… Was gonna get it for my tent! To!... Help hold it up and stuff!”
She ‘raised an eyebrow’, giving him a suspicious look as the metal eyelids on her mask narrowed.
“Your tent is fine, like everyone else’s, none of them have collapsed.” He broke out in a cold sweat as she walked closer to him, ready to further interrogate him or take away the metal he so desperately needed to help the wounded slig. He shook and turned his head away from her like an unconfident dog as her demanding look bore on him.
“Well, uhhhhhh!…” He stuttered and muttered, as she began tapping her mechanical foot on the dusty ground in impatience. “I wanna!…. Make it better!”
She looked unimpressed. She knew he was lying. She was good at seeing through people, and his clear nervousness, refusing to make eye contact and wanting to get away gave him away like a neon sign pointing to him. She’d seen it all before. A slig, say, stole something from her, like her gun. Some threats of violence and/or discipline from Natzo later, and she usually got her stuff back. Or just beat them up.
“W-well I better be going!” He uttered quickly, taking hold of the handle bars on his flying harness. Furious, she lunged forward and grabbed him by the back of his flying machine. He struggled in her powerful muscular grip before giving up, knowing his struggling would just make her madder. He daren’t leave his wings – he knew a crawling slig couldn’t go far or fast, and he probably wouldn’t see then again if he did. He whimpered, close to tears.
“You’re NOT going anywhere until you tell me where you’re going, and what you’re doing with that scrap metal!” She almost screeched in his face. “You tell me right NOW!”
“Nothing! Honest!” He nearly cried and bawled. There was no one else there in the otherwise silent shantytowns to dare help the young slig. She seethed as she glared into his trembling face like a snarling dog. She didn’t like other people wasting her time, she hated it. If trouble for her came from someone lower than her, people would be hurt. With no escape, Frisbee just stared up at that face he feared so much.
“Look…” She hissed. “I’m not in a good mood today, and I might get a little annoyed, and end up hurting you, so-”
The moment he heard the word ‘hurt’, his eyes widened like saucers behind his red mask goggles, his face twisted like a baby about to cry and he began wailing like a baby that had a party banger go off when it had been sleeping.
“NOOOOOO!!!” He howled out like a gunshot. “DON’T HURT ME!!!” He begged for his life. “I’VE HEARD SO MUCH ABOUT YOU!!!”
He then leapt ungracefully out of his flying harness, thumping on the old ground, and crawled away at the speed of a remote control car. A comical chase began with her chasing a much younger crawling slig in a circle in the alleyway. Luckily for her, no one witnessed the situation.
She made a grab for his tail but missed. “Wait! I didn’t say I would!” She panted. “I said I might if you make me mad!” She snarled and got up as he sped straight into a tent. She reached her muscular hand in and hauled him out. A squeal followed before he found himself staring at her upside down. His tail hurt as it bore his weight like a thread as she held it tightly in a sore grip. He whined as he began his hysterical crying again as she glared at him.
“Just tell me the truth and I’ll stop hurting you!!” She growled remorselessly.
“ALRIIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEGHT!” He screamed. She dropped the slig child and held the sides of her head instantly in defense from the loud high pitched sound.
“Mother of Odd!” She complained, feeling like she had been deafened. That had been louder than some older sligs she’d heard yelling.
“I’ll taaaalk!” He bawled and breathed uncontrollably, before crying out loud again. She peered at him in interest as she waited for a reply.
“M-me an’ G-Gadget!-” He was cut off by his own sobbing. “Have been – been building Dimitrio –” Her mind was all ears at the sound of his name. But he was too occupied with crying to continue.
“Well go on, tell me!” She demanded desperately. It only got her more bawling from the child, and took him a minute that felt like an eternity to cough up the rest of his answer.
“– a robot arm, s-s-s-s-so he wouldn’t have to die, and could still work!”
She was silent in shock and didn’t know whenever to laugh or cry. Be happy surely, but the shock of positive news against the odds and the shock relating to the attack left her numb and insane. Her mind was in another place but could still hear the outside world of the young slig speaking.
“I-I-I-!” More crying - “I’ve been g-g-g-g-getting the metal for the arm, and Gadget did the smart stuff! It’s nearly done! We were just tryna be nice!” He pleaded. That said, he carried on crying his heart out and giving his throat an ache.
He remained on the ground, holding his masked face and bawling loud enough to wake the dead. While she stood as still as a statue and stared into the distance like a cat. The only muscles that moved were in her head as she spoke to herself, like she was trying to tell herself what was going on.
“… He… He’s gonna be okay.." She blabbered randomly. Staring in the direction of the hospital, she snapped like a twig back into reality. Her eyes were wide and her breathing faster as she now had the sense to realize what was going on – he had a fighting chance. He possibly wouldn’t be shot and die. The bad emotion in her was, she got her hopes up unrealistically. He could already of been shot, died from an infection and the arm might not work.
"HE'S GONNA BE OKAY!" She cried out. She broke into a sprint like a gunshot, and dashed off towards the facility faster than a herd of scrabs. Frisbee sighed as he watched her go nuts, before realizing something.
“Hey! You took my wings!” He whined. He would of carried on whining if she hadn’t of thrown the flying harness back at him. It clattered and skipped across the ground, barely missing him.
“…Least I got it – oh snap, GADGET!” He threw himself into getting the machine on, before taking flight again.
A group of sligs talked to each other ahead. They all stood in the middle of a small alleyway, where the tents blocked the light from the sky from reaching the ground.
“D’you think they’ll send him to Skillya, or let one of us shoot him?” A walking slig spoke while others laughed. “Because I love live target practice!” another slig shook his head.
“I seriously doubt it, bet they’ll only let the ‘special’ sligs do that…” He didn’t bother to hide the jealousy in his voice. The other sligs nodded and whined in agreement.
“Yeah, like that pansy valet Namanchier…” One complained.
“And all because he’s Natzo-b******’s valet…”
“You know what guys?” One began slyly. They leaned in closer to listen.
“I think he’s gay…”
“………”
“What?!” He demanded, “It makes sense! He’s always following that lousy gluk around!” A slig ‘raised an eyebrow’ in an unimpressed look.
“Wow, yeah, sure that isn’t because he’s his valet, and because he has to help him pull levers and junk?” He growled as he tried to think of more evidence.
“Well come on! The guy acts like a sissy!”
“So does Tiny the big bro; I suppose you’re gonna say he’s gay too?” Another answered bluntly.
“Yeah – I mean no! Look, what about the fact that he’s always sucking up to him, doing exactly as he’s told and never leaves his side?! Huh?! Well?!”
The sligs just plain looked at him.
“First of all, he kissing *s* like any other slig so he gets promoted and not fired; our wages have gotten smaller since Abe ruined our lives. Second, he does as he’s told so he doesn’t get fired. Thirdly, he’s sucking up to him and it’s probably in his job description to be with him a long time for Natzo-b******’s convenience.” The other sligs muttered in agreement.
“Yeah man…”
“Any other chaos theories, genius?” The irritated and well debated against slig thought.
“Right. What about the time Natzo said,” He put on a deeper voice in mockery. “‘come Namanchier, time for my bath’, and he’s all like ‘hiheeheehihihaheehi!’” He pretended to giggle in a higher voice.
“………”
“Alright, what now?! I proved my point!”
The sligs moaned like drunk mudokons as they held their heads.
“You sir, have gotten the most disgusting images in my head that will leave me scarred for life!”
“Quoted for truth!”
Before they could continue to whine, the slig lady crashed through them in her mad sprint, knocking a heap of them over. They yelled as they fell down like bowling pins as she went on like a bowling ball. They got to their mechanical feet in a rage to take a piece out of whoever had done it, but saw that female slig running away. If they all tried to beat her up, she’d just fight them off.
“Why I ougta!-…” A weaponless slig muttered along his gunless companions.
They ducked again as Frisbee flew through the gap she had made. He frantically dashed far behind her to the hospital, hoping to get there before she did. If he was in trouble, he’d have to warn Gadget to fly fast or watch him become another of her punching bags.
She crashed through the hospital doors. She didn’t even stop to open them or care about the aching bruises she got on her arms, head and body. She knew the way there by heart from previous visits, none as fast as this one. The way there seemed to stretch longer in her desperation to get there as she approached the last pair of doors in the scruffy corridor. The neglected doors swung amongst the eerie silence behind her. She stood there at the end of his bed, in shock and disbelief.
Leaning against Dimitrio’s red raw wound and the bed, with the tourniquet removed, was something robotic. It looked like parts of a taken apart pant leg, which it was. Parts of pants and scrap made the hand. The real arm, and only one left, lay over his chest that lifted and sank as he breathed. The metal eyelids on his visors were shut as he still lay there unconscious, like he was sleeping peacefully. A tube went from the nearby machine and down his throat to feed the coma-suffering slig.
Gadget stared at her in surprise as she just stood there and didn’t take notice of anyone else. His attention was taken from her when Frisbee pushed the doors out of his way and flew in.
“Gadget!” He panted. “I swear, she made me talk! I!-”
Gadget rose a hand to him to signify silence. He slowly and ‘quietly’ (trying to minimize the humming and clicking sounds his wings made) hovered to his younger adoptive sibling.
“I think we should leave now. That way, she’ll forget we were here…” he whispered. They more quietly hovered out of the doors, leaving the two walking sligs and a bunch of neglected whining patients alone.
She walked closer to him, examining his pantless body. There had to be a way to take him out of a shock and blood loss induced coma, but she didn’t know how, let alone had much knowledge on medical things. Her hopes shattered, she burst into tears and fell to her mechanical knees to cry her heart out.
She took no notice of his eyes that flickered and opened slowly. Or of the fact he had awakened and that he could hear her crying. He had been doing this for a while now. Waking up, then falling back asleep. Some days he just lay paralyzed and awake, not even able to open his eyes. Until recently. He could now hear the patients moaning or shrieking in the hospital ward, and now a female crying hysterically next to him. He tried to reach a hand to his head, but something wasn’t right about it. It didn’t seem to move or exist. His slig eyes looked over slowly in horror at the limb. It was gone.
“What…Happ…ened…To…My arm!?” He finally gasped in his weakness. There was a stunned silence as he tried to get his head round it in the shock horror and the crying near him ceased into silence.
“YOU’RE ALIVE!” A voice screamed as loud as Lulu yelling after the Gabbiar Auction. He would have jumped out of that bed with whatever energy he had left, but two strong muscular arms were crushing him against a breasted body. He gasped as he thought desperately if he would die from loss of blood circulation or air. A hoarse long gasp escaped his throat as two flying sligs tried to restrain her.
“Hey, get away from him! He needs air, not broken ribs!” Gadget protested as he and Frisbee wrestled with her. They struggled to pry her hands off him and get Dimitrio free, before she heard what they said. She loosened her grip, accidentally dropping him to the metal floor.
“Oops…Sorry Dimitri…”
Gadget sighed and picked up the slig, hovering over to his bed and dropping him. Dimitrio began to gag as he felt the tube down his throat, and wanted rid of it. The sligs refrained him from yanking the polyurethane tube out of his body.
“Don’t; we’ll have to get a doctor to remove the percutaneous endoscopic gastrostomy tube out of your throat.” Gadget said sternly. Dimitrio looked at him in bewilderment.
“W-what?”
Gadget sighed at the confused slig.
“Let me explain what is and was going on.” Agent 80085’s face was sad as she knew the news would upset him. A patient slig cried out like a baby in the background. The hospital was still filthy and miserable, with dying patients. Dimitrio and the rest wondered why he hadn’t died in that coma.
“About a week ago or more, you got attacked by a vykker hybrid experiment. Your left arm was savaged and taken away by the experiment that attacked you, then you went into a coma out of shock and blood loss. We’ve been building you a robotic arm, and just need to attach it to your stump. Then you can go back to work as normal.” Gadget finished. He waited for a response from the patient slig.
Dimitrio stood staring into oblivion as the news settled in. He remembered being horrifically attacked. Then being carried off. Then just blacking out, and occasionally waking up, his waking periods getting longer and longer. Then today’s events. He didn’t know what to say.
“Do you not like the arm we made?” A disappointed Frisbee spoke up. Dimitrio just stared at his bare stump as tears welled up under his mask.
Gadget hovered behind Frisbee. The younger slig looked behind him at his older brother, who put a hand on his shoulder in reassurance.
“Its okay, he is thankful…” He whispered to the younger flying slig. “He just misses having a real arm…” Frisbee looked at him for a moment, then at the female slig. She stood there staring at Dimitrio in a sort of desperation, like she had to get explosives off him.
Gadget hovered over behind Dimitrio, who sat on the dirty floor. Agent got the idea and lifted him, dropping him on the bed while Gadget went to get some things. The female slig stared in a traumatized way at Dimitrio as he lay there. He shuffled closer to the pillows, feeling small and pathetic about not being in his pants. Gadget came back with the tools and set to work. Silence was in the room, apart from whining, gasping, moaning and shrieking patients. Eventually, he heard a click and moved his new arm unintentionally, staring at it like it was an amazing animal. He wouldn’t die; he would live and work again.
“Th… Thank you…” He managed to speak in his weakness. A warm smile from the two flying sligs beamed at him.
“Anything for a good guy. Now we’ve gotta to back to work, you make sure he gets a doctor to remove his feeding tube.” Gadget inclined to Agent 80085. They left quickly as he waved weakly at them. It was just him and her.
An awkward silence fell, broken by a slig screaming about being attacked by larva and embryos, before quickly falling back asleep. She watched him with wide eyes as he looked around the awful room.
“Looks like I’m gonna have to get new pants…” He sighed. He looked around the room again. Patients, alive and dead ones, laid on blood and sick stained beds. A bin had slig bodies in it, that made him sick. There were no windows, just holes in the strewn together rusty metal that made up the hospital of horror. No medical people were in the ward, let alone usually there. He wondered how he had survived.
Scratching his head with his flesh arm, he looked at her from his bed.
“Say…I lost blood, how did I… Live…?” He felt further unnerved as she walked slowly closer, still looking demented. He backed against the tattered pillows on his bed in a crawl, before he saw her arms. Little holes, from needles that had pierced her skin, ran along her veins. It became apparent to him, her blood was in his. She was obsessed and insane. She lifted him into her arms off the bed, and held him in still silence that they thought would never end.