I've been busy lately and haven't had time to work on the fan fic, but here I am, and Job is making a triumphant return!
Chapter 7 - We're out!
Alright! I had just gotten that Vykker under my control. He was freakin' out, too. I could feel him all scared and confused, and I actually felt sorry for him. Then I remembered he was a Vykker. At that point I lost all my sympathy for him.
Anyway, I started searching his mind for a way outta this place. "Hmmm... nope, heavily guarded... Oh! No wait, that's a bathroom... Bingo! A drop chute!" I started 'researching' the chute and found that it was only guarded by 2 lazy interns. That was our way out.
So I (and by 'I' I mean the Vykker I possesed) started down the hallway to where the chute was. It wasn't that far, probably a couple hundred feet or so. When I got there, I found the Interns sleepin' on the ground. Lazy bastiches. Anyway, I was thinkin' about luring them away from the chute instead of shooting 'em up with the Snuzi. Ya know, for Quarma purposes. Then I remebered they were Interns. So I whipped out my gun and said:
"Guess who's back, Shmucks!"
Blamblamblamblamblamblamblamblamblamblamblamblamblamblambalmblam! When I was through with 'em, they looked like friggin' pincushions. Hehe. They had it comin'.
Anyway, I just pushed the bodies on into the chute and pressed the big read RELEASE button. Bad idea. Apparently, the RELEASE button triggers an alarm when it's used during night hours. That woulda been a tasty little bit of info about 5 seconds ago.
"BREEEEEEEEE! BREEEEEEEE! BREEEEEEEE! Kill the bastiches! Kill the bastiches! BREEEEEEEEE! BREEEEEEEE! BREEEEEEEE!"
Crap. Guards were comin', and they were comin' fast. We had to get movin'! So I unpossesed the Vykker (man, blowin' up a Vykker felt SO darn good), and I shook outta my trance. George was standin' next to me smackin' me in the head.
"What the hell was that? What were you doin'?"
"No time to explain! We gotta get this thing outta it's cage and skeddadle!"
Uh-oh. Another crisis. How was I gonna get this thing outta it's cage? Suddenly, the Shaman's voice popped into my head.
"Use the chant, Job, use the chant."
So I did. I started chanting and chanting, and when the chant energy got big enough, it shot outta my hands and blasted a hole in the cage! Apparently the monster already knew we were trying' to bust it out, cuz it just got out and looked at me expectantly.
"Alrighty, let's book!"
So the 3 of us (I didn't know where the others went) started running down the hall towards the chute. We all piled in, and the last thing I saw before I hit the RELEASE button was 2 biggy bro sligs with HUGE guns rounding the corner, along with some smaller slig poppers and about 4 Vykkers, all screaming at the top of their lungs.
"You can't get away, you sons of bi-"
Then I hit the button, and we flew out into the great unknown.
END OF CHAPTER 7.
Is that a triumphant comback, or what!?!?
