[/I]"Once more onto the breach dear friends"
I never saw Domrof again. I saw Resbunt, if it was still him. A corpse was found in the cooling vats. It had sighns of massive torture, broken bones, no skin, face burned, mouth sealed shut by a red hot iron rod. I doubted a glukon would go that far.
As I stared at him being removed, a thought came into my head.
"YOU DID THIS, CAIRIN. IT'S ALL YOUR FAULT"
It wasn't my voice I heard, if I even heard it. It was like it was placed in my head. I looked around at the other mudokkons, a small croud, maybe 10. None of them were paying me attention. Out of the corner of my eye I saw a blue leg step behind another vat.
"Abe is here!?"
"What'd you say, arsewipe" It was that big bro who hated me.Just my luck(!) "Nothing!", I said quickly. He didn't buy it. "Then what do you say NOW" He brought his railgun swinging around, straight to my side. I fell heavily, rolling over a few times. I heard a crack but ignored it. "Not enough!?! Have another!" "N..." He shoved the but into my chest before I could finish. Crap, he wanted a scream and I'm winded I gasped for air, kneeling infront of him, hoping it would do. "That's more like it, scared as a slurg" He spat on my face, then walked off laughing. Once he was gone I noticed the pain. Okay, that's a broken rib.
It was then I was certain, trying a rebellion to escape without the help of the sligs was useless.
I can still remember how it started, the big bro's hate for me. I was still in my rebelion stage, young and nieve. I was working picking rib cages clean. He was still an ordinary slig, but he got his stim-pack soon after. As a joke I threw the sturnem, sharp enough as it was broken, at his back. My aim was terrible and I caught his left hand. I still enjoy the memory of him screaming, but not that much. The finger furthest from his thumb was slissed almost totaly through. His friend, another ordinary slig singled me out as the thrower. "You're gonna pay for that, you...you little arsewipe!", said the injured. He ran to a medic-lab. Next time I saw him, he was a big bro. "REMEMBER ME?! YOU WILL SOON!" He grabed me, threw me to the ground and then held my neck down with his monserous, scared hand.
I blacked out, but woke up with a lot of bruses and a broken leg. My rib was broken, it swelled out into a huge brown lump, bulging for almost 2 inces out of my chest. It was my fault he hates ME more than anyone else.
(But I learned from it, sligs are cowards without a stim-pack. He kept singling me out from then, always me.)
I awoke in a worker medi-hut. It was just a group of Mudokkons who had to stop bleeding and make sure we could walk, breath, and work. "He's awake", said one of the 3 I could see. "Good, get him out then", said another. I tried to speak "What...about...my...leg" It hurt to breath, but that didn't matter to much. "Shuddap, you no good slurg" I looked at the second, a look of query on my face. "You gave away our leader to he sligs, you wanker!" Abe? "No. HIM. The ONE" How did he...I must still be asleep "He doesn't even know HIM, how could he tell", said the one who was silent until now. I was glad someone was on my side. "Fine", said the second, the leader i guest. "Splint the leg and get'im outta here"
That was only the start, all muddokons avoided or shunned me. This left me open for more beatings by the sligs. It was just as I was being beaten for the third time in one day, about a week after my leg broke that I remembered.
[I]Who the hell is Karnor? Resbunt mentioned him, but pointed at Demrof.
Where IS Demrof anyway?
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