The screech of Ackro, lifting his Ir lens across the floor as he lifted his head up, echoed, the sound bounces off the walls that he was pressed up next to. "Oh, there you are." Flad said. Ackro, holding himself up by his weak, tired arms, looked up at Flad.
"Why should I trust you, or anything you say for that matter?." He asked, twisting
his head to the right, his neck cracking. "I'm not sure if I can trust anyone.."
Ackro turned his head away from Flad, staring blankly into the other direction.
"You see.. Tok, tried to shoot me.. who's to say you won't try the same?"
He straightened his back, and a few more crackling sounds arose from his shoulder
blades. Ackro's tentacles were releasing a blueish goop from their tips, from where he'd been laying on the cold floor.
|