Well, seeing as I got so many friendly replies, and two fics tht I read were updated recently, I decided to be ncie and gve you the chapter today. Plus, I'm really getting into writing the sotry now. Hooray for me! I've not reviewed this one yet, so it may be a little grammatically incorrect here and there, but I hope you like (but be warned, the next chapter may not appear till Friday, homework is increasing and spare time is decreasing, it was a squeeze to get this up. So, this may not be up to my normal standards, but I hoe pyuo like it nontheless. Also, big bro boogie, where have you been for te past few chapters, come back and reply to this please! Same with you odd chick, I need replies! (Well, not need, just like, as repleis can be helpful to me when writing the next chapter.)
Chapter 9: Failure Once More
“Kill it!”
The words that would spell Larry’s death rang out. Larry did the only thing he could do to have any chance of survival, he let g of the ladder. He fell a short distance (due to being over halfway down) as the bullets rang out, and luckily, as they had fired at the point where they saw him, most of the bullets mist. But only most.
Larry fell hard in a painful crumple, the searing pain of hot, shaped lead burning in his left arm, hand, shoulder, and back. It appeared his fall had caused most of the bullets to skim over him, but some had still connected. And filled his arm and left upper back with lead. He lay on the floor in agony, twitching and convulsing from the wounds, and realised that more or less half of his body was now useless.
“Hey look, it’s that guy who keeps on trying to get out, whatsisname? Lardy?”
One of the Sligs kicked him in the side hard while the others sniggered, and then yanked him up roughly by his shot up arm.
“Heheheh, got yer eh? Well, I don’t envy yer. Yer second punishment’s s’posed to be ter get yer legs broked, but yeh’ve already got one broke and yer arm’s shot, so I bet we get to use yer fer clubbing practice.”
A second Slig sniggered as he said this.
Larry looked through watery, half closed eys around. About Five or Six Sligs, probably the cleanup crew, where surrounding him, chatting, shoving him and laughing. The steam appeared to have cleared, and Trevor was also being clamped tightly around the arm by the original guardslig.
Trevor didn’t communicate with Larry at all as he was dragged out of the boiler.
‘Good.’ Thought Larry. ‘Maybe Trev won’t get anything for this.”
Meanwhile
Arthur had stopped walking when he heard the sirens, and turned to try and discern where they were coming from, merely thinking
‘Great, what now? Hopefully Abe’s broke in, that way I can frag him and get the reward, then bribe the boss so I can quit this place.’
He turned around and began to head in the direction of the sirens, soon joined by a couple of other Sligs. Well, not so much joined as got bustled long with them. They were busy chatting away about the sirens and what might’ve happened, one offered a bet, and the other accepted. This left Arthur alone with his thoughts.
‘What do I do now? If Larry’s got himself caught again then I’ll get busted down fer being friendly with a repeat offender. If he’s escaped I’ll get interrogated fer suspicion of helping hi escape. Gee Larry why d’you have to do this? You make it worse fer others as well as just you. There’s only one thing I can do, I s’pose. Become a proper Slig.’
“Ouch, watch where you’re going, dumb@ss.”
He had been so busy with his thoughts that he hadn’t realised where he had walked, he ended up walking into one of the Sligs he had been fighting earlier, that appeared to be restraining, Trevor?
He decided to start his new method now, he may not enjoy it, but it might at least give him an easier time of things. “Shut up you, I cracked you with a bottle before and I’ll do it again if yer don’t tell me what this guy’s done.” He snapped back gesturing at Trevor.
“’Ere, why should I tell you, anyway, and, ha! You hit me? Yer fergetting we creamed you before.” The Slig snapped back.
“Look idiot, I can just go to Management and say who yer not co-operating in an escape case, and then you won’t be too poplar in high places.” Arthur retorted, balling his fists regardless.
“Fine then. Well, we think he may’ve tried to help a mud try an escape. Green feller by the name of summat like Laffy. Tried ter get out before an all.”
‘Jus’ perfect. I’m gonna end up as Slog trainer at this rate. Thanks Larry.’ Arthur thought.
“Right, well, where is he then?” Arthur demanded.
“Why d’you wanna know? Not going to try and save him are you?”
Arthur realised he’d have to prove he had ‘changed’ physically rather than just verbally, so he swung out and gave Trevor a punch hard in the gut, sinking him to his knees, before giving him a blow about the head.
“Do I look like a mudlover anymore? Show me the creep so I can kick him.”
“Can’t. He’s been sent to Punishment Office ‘cause they reckon two broken legs doesn’t teach him anything, on account of having one broke already.” The Slig responded.
“Fine, I’ll deal with him when he’s back. And I swear, call me a mudlover from now on and I’ll prove you wrong, cause I’m different, and, I like it.” Arthur whispered in the Slig’s ear dementedly, kicking Trevor once for good measure before walking away.
‘Oh odd, what have I got myself stuck into doing now?’ Arthur thought.
Trevor coughed up some blood, watching Arthur walk off ‘He’s been in a fight? Well, it’s changed him, and for the worse it’d seem. Looks like anything close to “happy days”, are gone for good now.'
Larry hung across the two Sligs’ arms before the doors of the Office, knowing that he’d soon find himself face to face with the irritable, sadistic Vykker Murphy, who was head of the Punishments Office. ‘I just hope that whatever I get sentenced to isn’t too bad, I don’t want to end up classed an invalid, cause that’ll be the end.’ He mused miserably, praying that the Vykker was in an extremely un-cruel, good mood.
The sliding door of the office opened, and Larry and the Sligs were dazzled by a rather unsettling purplish light.
“Come in.” Warbled a nasal, grating voice.
END OF CHAPTER
Hope you liked, I personally think it was mediocre, but if my readers are happy, then so am I! And don't expect this chapter-a-day thing to become commanplace, this is just because I'm feeling generous.
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Heh, it seems that Arthur is becoming a bit more "sliggy", or maybe he's doing it for a reason. Who knows? 
Anyway, I'm looking forward to the next part. 
I can't work out where the formatting problem is. Could you point it out Splat? And I promise, the next chapter will be up by AT THE LATEST Sunday (I have tons of homework.) the delay was only because I really couldn't work out how to write this chapter and only really needed it as a bridge from the entering the lab to the punishment. And not so much eternal youth as eternal half-decent preserving of meat. I think.
sorry bout that but I like and love cliffhangers.
