Spider ran as fast as he could, bullets streaking pass him. He was being pursued by a pair of sligs who were quite determinded to get the reward for killing him. Normaly he would have fought them, but they had caught him while he was repairing his pants and he had to abandon them. It didn't help that he was in a wide plain, with no cover. Nothing around he could use to hide behind and ambush his pursurers. Another bullet streaked by him, missing him by a good margin.
Must be a couple of rookies... he mused. Still he didn't want to hurt them, as it was bad enough that some of the local free sligs knew of his acts back in the labs, he didn't want do something that would make the stigmata that was around him even worse...
He felt a sudden sharp pain in his right hand and he screamed in pain as he fell. He looked at his hand and saw a very large thorn in it, it had gone straight through his glove. He pulled it out and he clutched his injured hand as he winced in pain.
Frack, what a time ter cripple myself... he thought as the two sligs approached him.
"Looks like we are going ter get that promotion..." one of the sligs laughed.
"Yep" the other said as they leveled their guns at him, "No way we can miss at this distance..."
@*%#! I have no choice now... Spider thought as he swung his tail and knocked both the sligs off their feet. They both gave a startled yelp in surprise and Spider quickly broke both their necks. He looked up sadly, he didn't want to kill them, but he had no choice. His injury would have slowed him down too much for it to be feasible to just knock them out. He thought a moment, and realized that he had no idea where he was.
"@$^*&@^(#$!!! today is just not my day..." he grumbled to himself. It was nearly noon and he was already getting hot from the sun beating down on his dark green skin.
I need ter get out of the sun.. he thought. He spied what he believe to be a village on the horizon. With no other obvious shelters nearby, he started slowly limping/hopping his way to the village.
It took till nearly dark for him to get there, but he managed to make it to the outskirts of the village. He was exhausted and dehydrated. He saw a shack just outside the village and made his way to it. He pushed open the door and looked in. It looked inhabited, but the occupent was obviously away at the time. He went in and sniffed around, many of the scents in there were unfamilar to him, but at that point he didn't care. He hopped over to the bed, (as his hand now hurt too much for him to even limp on), flopped down onto it, and immediately fall asleep.
ooc: hehe you guessed it DH, you have a vistor in you shack
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, becareful how you wake him up
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