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Wow! It's shocking how better paragraphing looks. I actually read the whole thing without missing anything. And you really do give good details because I could almost see what was happening.
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Thankjoo! I try to do my best with the details.
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Then all the grubbs die, the place explodes, Stranger is Charlotte's father, Sekto is her ma, Mola gets his bucket repossesed, Ophelia is a cheese and I like beans. Carry on.
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>:C
Now look what you've done! You've given the whole story away! THANKS A LOT ZOZO! *crawls into emo corner and cries*
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Mola was running faster than he’d ever run in his entire life. He was practically galloping, jumping over obstacles like a loaded spring.
“Get ‘im!” An outlaw cried. “He’s gettin’ away!”
Mola slowed down the pace, but not too slow, so that he was still ahead and the outlaws remained convinced that they could catch up. He darted through the opening of the abandoned mine and fumbled in the darkness, searching. When he found what he was looking for (a stick and some flint) he quickly made a little torch and continued onwards, waving the stick in the air so that his pursuers could see it.
“Can’t catch me!” He cried, jumping to the side as an outlaw tried to shoot him. “You’re too slow!”
“Hah!” A shooter mocked, taking aim once again. “Thats the same thing your mom said last night!”
“S-shut up!”
Mola wove through the rocky cavern, panting as he swung around corners and leapt over boulders in his way. After what felt like an hour of running he spotted something wedged between two rocks on the ceiling, barely noticeable; it was an entire crate of dynamite, connected to a tiny string that wove its way through the mine’s floor. Mola grinned and continued running; his job was done. Now all that was left was to detonate the explosives, and he’d be home free.
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The four seers stared down at Reed in jaw-dropping horror. His eyes were closed, and he was twitching slightly, blood pooling the floor from the hole in his chest. Suddenly Brook broke free of her startled trance and flung herself at Reed’s side.
“Reed!
No!” She wailed, tears streaking her face. Cod and Minnow fell to their knees in shock; Beetle was shaking and looking away, unable to watch.
Willie grinned demonically. He could barely keep hold of the rocket launcher between his sweaty fingers, and his left eye had developed a bit of a twitch, blurring his vision.
“Stupid treehuggers!” Willie roared, kicking Cod over. “I’ll send all you little bastards to your graves before anything kills me---”
“BOSS!” A nailer cried, bursting in the room. Willie didn’t even turn. “We gotsa situation outside!”
Willie swung around, looking bitter. “What is it
now?”
The nailer stiffened slightly. “Its those fish freaks and their steef surrounded the buildin’, boss. There threatenin’ ta kill the rest o’ our men if we don’t get out.”
Snap
Willie scratched his chin thoughtfully. “Hmm. Could be trouble,” he muttered. He marched out the door flanked by five nailers and snarled “You lot, guard them grubbs; we might need em’ for hostages.”
The nailers hauled the elder’s up roughly. Brook was sobbing so bitterly that she didn’t care what they did to her. The shock finally set in, and the remaining grubbs trembled, struggling to hold back tears.
Willie marched up a nearby staircase and into what appeared to be a library, filled with shelves upon shelves of books upon books. Willie didn’t care; he never did take an interest in reading. He pushed aside a set of red velvet curtains and forced open a window, glancing down on the scene below.
He could see his men outside, including Bo, who for some reason had a bag tied over his head and had no idea what was going on. Their weapons were piled up in a corner, useless when out of reach. The battle-hearted grubbs gazed up at the temple through their masks, their eyes dark with ire. Willie frowned.
“OI! You down there!” Willie shouted. The grubb’s heads snapped around, and they fixed him with an icy stare. “What’s going on?”
“
You!” A female grubb wearing a pink headdress snapped; he guessed that she was the leader. “Get out of our temple immediately! We don’t want your type ‘round here!”
Willie sneered. “
My type? What’s that s’posta mean---”
“It means,” Stranger snarled, pushing his way through the crowd. “That you best’ get your ass outta there before we come in there and getcha!”
“We’ll kill your gang!” A grubb added. The rest of the clan cheered in agreement.
Willie snarled. “I wouldn’t do that if I was you,” he chuckled. “Ya seemed to have misplaced yer elderly. You wouldn’t want anything to happen to them, would ya?”
Ophelia’s face switched from a look of anger to a look of sheer horror. “Don’t you dare!” She shrieked, much to Willie’s amusement. “If you harm a single one of them I swear I’ll break in there and
emasculate all of you!”
Willie couldn’t think of a better comeback right on the spot. He frowned. “Here’s the deal, you walking salamanders,” he snapped. “We’re gonna come out of this building all calm-like, ya hear? We’ll take yer seniors with us. You let our gang go, we let them go. Try anything and they’ll be fishfood before ya can say ‘chuggler’, getsit?”
Ophelia hated making deals with the enemy, but in her situation, she had no choice. “All right,” she warned. The grubbs surrounding the group of outlaws raised their spears, prepared to kill the hostages if the need be. “We’ll let ya leave. You go to your scum-bag hideout or whatever, and leave us alone, got it?”
Willie allowed himself a smile. A lurid, malevolent smile. “Deal.”
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Charlotte slowly loaded her rifle, unsure. From her position she could see the temple clearly; it was tall and oddly-shaped, a cross between a retro-style condominium and a linoleum gazebo. “I don’t trust them.” She said bluntly. Stranger scowled.
“They’re outlaws. Your not s’posta trust ‘em.”
“But still.”
The doors swung open. The group tensed, wary, and Willie stepped out. A dozen outlaw nailers followed, four of which held Cod, Beetle, Brook, and Minnow. Willie frowned.
“A deal’s a deal. Lower your weapons an’ let my gang go.”
Ophelia hesitated, uncertain, before finally relenting and ordering “Let the scumbags go.”
The grubbs slowly pulled back their spears, when suddenly Cyren snapped,
“Wait!” He stepped forward from the crowd, still wielding his mighty oak hammer. “Were’s the fifth one?”
Charlotte saw Willie grow pale. He said innocuously, “The... fifth one?”
“The fifth seer,” Ophelia snarled. “Don’t play stupid with us.”
Willie crossed his arms. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
Brook, who was being held in a vicious embrace by one of Willie’s nailers, whimpered, tears pouring down her face. The other elders looked away, ashamed to be mere captives while their friend, practically their fifth piece, was dead.
“Where is he?” Charlotte asked, barely keeping the fury from her voice. Willie snarled;
“There’s four of them, an’ they’ll be a lot less if ya don’t let us go!”
“WHERE IS HE!” The grubbs all called accusingly, jeering and stabbing the air with their spears. Willie broke. He waved the blood-tipped bayonet in the air, pacing back and forth like a caged lion. Insanity flooded his voice as he roared:
“STUPID LITTLE COCKROACHES! He’s DEAD! I KILLED THE LITTLE BASTARD!” He jumped down from the steps, the nailers following obediently. “An’ I don’t care what yer high-and-mighty geezers have to say! I’m not gonna die! I’LL KILL ALL YOU LITTLE SHITS BEFORE I LET THAT HAPPEN!”
Brook wailed in overwhelming sorrow. Beetle struggled, wanting to run over and soothe her pain-filled cries, but the thugs guarding them wouldn’t allow it.
Ophelia’s face fell. “No...”
Willie grinned like a psychopath. “Its true! And you know what I’m gonna do now?” He prodded Minnow with an accusing finger. “I’m gonna gut these little geezers, right here, and you’re not gonna do anything about---”
“I DID IT!” Mola screamed, springing from an almost unnoticeable tunnel in the side of fortress’ cliff. “LETS BLOW THOSE FOOLS TO PIECES...” He ground to a halt and looked around, confused. “What did I miss?”