The trailer carrying Simon trundled along behind Dookes pristine glare-voyant speeder, pale in comparison to the quick little gluk-truk, the trailer was lightly padded, and had a single dim flourescent light, giving the blood stained walls an eerie texture.
Simon sat in the padded corner, thinking. He liked this Glukkon, and would try not to cause any trouble, he thought, he would just live his ;ife normally, and eek out a small, insignificant part of the corporate world, unfortunately Dooke thought quite differently.
"what do you think of that mud, Crat?" Dooke questioned his driver.
"err...'ees a bit of a tiny feller ain't 'e?" responded Crat, "err, uh, not to offend sire, but he seems a bit silent, is 'e mute or somefin?" the driver continued.
"Naw, he can talk clear as day, but he just don't see why he oughta." remarked Dooke. "he thinks that if he should talk, its to muds, not to someone who wants him to keep workin'." Dooke said uncomfortably.
"Smart kid..." chuckled Crat, puffing in some smoke from a lungbuster, "but why is you takin' the trouble to carry 'im seperate? if, o' course, you don't mind me askin'."
"Apparently, he don't like windows" muttered Dooke. "in fact, thats the only thing I heard him say!"
Crat pressed a button on the dashboard of the car that showed the holding trailer, the camera shifted to Simon, twitching madly in the corner of the trailer.
"whats 'e so worked up about...?" muttered Crat, who pressed the intercom key. "Hey, kid! whatchoo doin' twitterin?" barked Crat.
Simon had decided to play with the baby fleech that was eating some of the left over food, it was pretty cute, he thought, and might ask if he could keep it at wherever he was going.
If I, the author may interlude, you may be intersted to know that fleeches do no grow up into scaly monsters when they are raised by Muds, but, some what similiar to the meetle grub, they turn into long beautiful snake like creatuers that provide many uses. back to the story, then!
The fleech gently carressed Simons hand, and he thought of all of the benevolence that this represented, until he saw what the fleech had been eating, a half eaten, 1/4 decomposed Mudokon corpse lay in the corner, stinking and rotting and being corpsey.
Simon through the fleech away, it skittered and id behind two rungs on the floor and remained there, Simon curled up and focused all of his senses to the door...
Just as the latch opened, the Sligs voice barked over the intercom, but he ran to the door ignoring it and leaping into the rainy night, he hit the mud with a resounding *SPLORCH!*
Crat stopeed the truk, and leaped out of the car 'how did he open the door?' he thought, and then he heard it, the Mudokon rushing away near him, a flash of ligthtning made their eyes meet for a second, and then Simon was gone.
he thumped on Dookes window, told him thast he wouldnt be able to find the mud in the rai, and suggested waiting for the night.
"fine!" Dooke yelled but do NOT, and I repeat do NOT, ever leave the car wothout your gun again. Crat peered into the front seat and then wnet to his holster.
"sir, I have it right here with me, and theres nothing up there..."
you callin' me a -" but dooke was cut short, an ear piercing shriek sho through the night, and something landed on the roof of the Glare-voyant, something BIG.
Crat got into the car and tried to turn it on but didnt need to, whatever landed on the car had gone.
for now.
END OF CHPETER ONE, BIZATCHES!
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