Injin smiled. Finally he was free and his boredom supressed. As he bounded towards the wall he realised his cell mate had been taken away, the same cell mate who had promised him a way to speak properly. He turned his head, Olm was nowhere to be seen, nor was the creature who freed them. He snorted and leapt on the wall, his claws digging into the surface. He slowly climbed upwards, trying to stay in the shadows to try and be a little more concealed. He leapt on one of the supports for the roof and scaled it with great agility. Being sure to be relativly quiet as he did. His claws grasped and wrapped around the beams as he walked on them on all fours, his tail stretched out so he could recieve more balance. The sound of footsteps made him cease all movement, guards were coming down the cat walk, all with an array of weapons. Injin looked upwards and saw a small window, he calculated how high he would have to jump after that he crouched down, he noticed the guards saying something about "Tear Gas" although Injin did not know what this word meant or what this stuff was he still came to the conclusion that it was something to do with that grey Slig. He shook the thought off and regained concentration, and leapt vertically in the air. As he came closer to the opening he stretched his arms out and grabbed hold of the thatch on the roof. With grunting and panting he pulled himself up before finally getting through the gap and onto the top of the building. He smelled the air, it made a change after the constant breathing of the stale air. The air that reaked of other creatures excreetment. As he stood on his hind legs to smell where his cell mate was a sudden rush of hatred entered his body. The feeling rushed around his torso, groping and pulling him. Injin growled and barked, scratching at his stomach to try and stop the sensation. As he looked down he saw blood...the blood of a thousand Mudokons was spattered on his body. He blinked and looked again, this time he was in a field...the field was long and stretched. At the end of the field lay a dense array of bushes and woodland, between him and the woodland they lay hundreds of slain Mud's. Their intestines ripped out and lain anywhere. Women, children, men...even different specie'. He noticed Elums were killed also...their dead bodies had Mudokons who was probably riding them. Getting away, away from something...but-but what?
As he looked he noticed bite marks and claw marks, faces tore off and limbs strewn everywhere. Bodily fluids soaked the ground and as he took steps he could hear the squelching of the blood in the soil. He turned around to see what was behind him but all he saw was line upon line of burnt corpses...their charred skin sizzling in the day.
Injin: "Wo0t 'append 'ere? Y it 'appen 'ere?"
He spoke these words softly before feeling a pain surge through his body, the feeling grasped every part of him and felt like it was going to tear bits of him out...bit by bloody bit.
Voice: "You have my so..."
Injin awoke from the day dream sharply, realising he was still on the roof of the prison and could easily be captured. He crouched down and lied as flat as he could on the roof, making sure no part of him was visible. As he lay down he thought:
"Woot has i of its? Wot it want wiv mee?"
The feeling of pain had dispersed as quickly as it had came but...the thing that made Injin realise something was wrong, was blood on his hands. The same blood that was in his vision....
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