Ur, Mr Flamer,
I already explained at school that you would be in the sequel to the sequel of Splat (my other current fanfic) but if you cant wait that long, write your own story about it. You know, past, freak experiment, life story, time as a slave labourer and so on.
Anyway, I just thought I should mention that these characters are all crawling sligs due to the fact that pants aren’t actually invented yet because vykkers haven’t even heard of sligs!
Any way, chapter 2 is donated to Flamer because hes my best mate…
Mica was terrified. He was lost, scared and sure that his own screams would soon be echoing through the forest in to Sligos.
He backed even deeper in to the bush as another scream reached his ears, his broken arm (see last chapter if you’ve forgotten) dragging on the ground. It was then that he felt a rope tighten around his shattered wrist and jerk him in to the air. He screamed with pain as all his weight pulled apart the nerves, muscles and blood vessels in his arm…
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Akko jerked, and so did his scalpel, rupturing the interns heart. He paid no attention. He peered over the grass. He had heard a scream. Far louder and higher than the interns. And stranger still, it came from the hillside forest, not from deeper in the plain.
He tried to listen for the noise again but everything was drowned out by the screaming intern. He jammed the scalpel through its head to silence it. Then he listened again. He could still hear it clearly.
He turned to his surgery assistants (all vykkers as most test subjects were the interns that they use now) who were all staring across the plain in the direction of the screaming. He barked his orders, “Sikrah, go tell Micadil that I’m bringing him something new to examine. The rest of you, come with me…
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Mica was consumed by pain. It was unbearable. Constant, burning, merciless pain was coursing from his arm and round his body. His eyes where filled with tears and he couldn’t see. He couldn’t stop screaming. His instincts said don’t stop, and he didn’t. His arm was being ripped apart and everything he tried to lessen the pain only made it worse. He was being consumed totally. He was literally going blind. He could barely hear his own screams. He could barely feel himself brushing against the branches of the trees. Could barely feel the rope round his wrist. All he could feel was the pain flowing from his arm.
He was now totally blind. All he could make out of his own screams was a very distant mumbling. He could barely feel anything through the pain. He could barely feel the stress leaving his arm. Could barely feel himself hitting the ground, or feel being slung on to the back of some strange creature, before everything went blank…
A beam of light hit Mica’s face. He tried to go back to sleep. He didn’t want to face his brothers again. But then he remembered. He opened his eyes and looked straight forward. That was down. All he could see was gravel and to strange feet. He tried to move but his body was completely limp.
He tried to remember what had happened. He remembered falling. Then he was flying. No! that was part of a dream he’d had when unconscious. He had fallen, right through the earth, NO! That was a dream too. He’d fallen, then… … … … something had picked him up! Yes, he was sure now. He tried to move again but could only move his eyes. He looked around. He was in some large metal city. He couldn’t see much else but he could tell he was being carried by someone. He was partially aware of something holding on to his tail. He tried to speak but all that came out was a dry rasp.
But then a head poked into his line of vision. It was the most ugly head he’d ever seen. It did what he supposed was a smile. “Ah, your awake,” it said, “I was beginning to think you where dead, but no! I’m rich! And a top promotion! Once you’re examined, internally and externally, I’ll be made a chief scientist! I may even get a home in this city! …
What are they gonna do? Will he really live? What’s happinin to his brothers, find out the answers to some of these questions in chapter 3…
