Well it's been roughly a week and I've kept my internet! But the people havn't done anything about the over-charging so there's still a chance I could be cut off any day. But apart from that, I do believe it's time for another chapter...
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Chapter 5
The train hasn’t stopped yet. We’re still handcuffed and we’re locked in the same room. The sun’s high up so I guess it’s about midday. The Sligs told us their names. The RuptureFarms-escapee is Blege and the Mud-hugger is Creck. Creck doesn’t say much, unlike Blege who keeps trying to get a conversation going. He doesn’t ramble on like Zevenk though. No one’s given us any food, so we’re all hungry.
The landscape outside the window has changed from forest to grassland. There are also mountains in the distance, which are getting bigger and bigger with each passing hour. It looks like it’s going to rain because the sky is dark and cloudy. I also saw a heard of Scrabs a while back.
“Well this is boring,” Blege points out. “I don’t care about seeing Skillya, even if she does decide to cook me. It’s the waiting I hate.” He has a moody tone to his voice. He hasn’t been very happy since Creck told us he likes to help Mudokons.
“Yeh, well, I’m sure we’ll be there soon,” I tell him. “Hang on, WHAT??”
Blege looks at me funny. “What about what?”
“You said she was going to cook you. What are you talking about?”
He laughs. “I don’t believe this, you don’t know? You must be the last one on Oddworld that doesn’t.”
“Know what?” I shriek, standing up from my seat. Everyone is staring at me. Even Creck has looked up from his trance-like state.
“Umm, Shrown, Queen Skillya has been known to eat Sligs who disobey the Magog Cartel. She has them cooked. Alive,” Zevenk informs me. My mind sort of freezes. Now I know why he’s been so nervous and jumpy, and why Creck never speaks.
“Oh, right,” I say. I collapse back down.
“Don’t worry though. She only eats those who have been really bad,” Blege carries on. He gives Creck a sneaky look before continuing. “You say that what you did wasn’t that important, so I doubt you’ll be in the situation.”
“Yay,” I say absently, my mind filled with gruesome thoughts. How can I not have heard of that when everyone else has?
After a while, Zevenk whispers, “Maybe we should try and escape? We may have a chance, ya’ know.”
“You don’t honestly believe that do you?” Blege says, a little too loudly. “Did you even bother looking at how much security there was?”
Zevenk snaps back, “Oh right, I forgot, ‘cause last time you tried to escape from somewhere you failed miserably.”
“Ha, at least I don’t shoot Glukkons. Where’s the honour in that?”
“And at least I don’t run away from threats! You had no proof RuptureFarms was going to be attacked and yet you ran anyway.”
“I’m the one who runs from threats? Look at you then, proposing that we all escape from this train!”
I cut in before things turn nasty.
“Look, we all hate this situation, but arguing isn’t going to do anything about it!”
“You tell him that,” mutters Zevenk. I pretend I didn’t hear him. Instead I continue like there was no interruption.
“To be honest, I agree. Escaping sounds like a good idea, especially after the information you lot have filled me in on. I’m up for it, and Zevenk is. Blege, you’re obviously not. What about you, Creck?
Creck doesn’t answer. He’s too busy staring out the window.
“Creck? Are you for escaping or not?” shouts Blege.
“Not anymore,” he sighs. I look out the window, following his stare. We are rapidly approaching a huge metal tower. The very sight of it fills me with dread. The walls are black, and the air around it looks foul and polluted. A dirty river flows past it. Craning my neck, I see that the train tracks head straight for a point near the top of the tower. My hopes of escaping dissipate before they are even properly formed.
“Damn, we’re too late.” I say this to myself, rather than the others. Everyone goes quiet again when I show them where we’re heading.
Some time later, the train enters through into the tower and stops at a platform. Fear of being cooked and eaten weighs down on me heavily. I sit, waiting for the door to open and for us to be dragged out. I hope Queen Skillya doesn’t make my punishment too severe. I reckon Blege will get off lightly. After all, what he did was just self defence. I’m not sure about Zevenk, but I highly doubt Creck will be forgiven for his actions.
The door is opened by a guard. The four of us step out of the room, and we’re met by even more guards, all with guns. We see no other prisoners though. They must still be in their rooms.
The Slig who opened the door speaks to us. “You will all follow me. Don’t even think about trying to escape because you will be shot instantly by my friend here.” He gestures to a Big Bro. “If you are wondering where the other prisoners are, they will stay in their rooms until the Queen is finished with you lot. Now move!”
We’re all pushed forwards, out of the train and onto the platform. The entire place is made from metal, and every sound is exaggerated by echoes. The air is stale and unpleasantly warm. If this is where Skillya is, I don’t know how she copes.
We head towards the far wall where a Ball Car waits for us. We follow obediently, the Big Bro Slig bringing up the rear. I try to ask the leader what the most likely thing to happen to us is, but he silences me with a wave. “No talking,” he warns.
The Ball Car takes us down, down, down. Me and Zevenk exchange anxious glances. Creck stands apart from us, and Blege examines his finger nails calmly. He’s trying to be the one who doesn’t care, but I bet you anything that inside he’s trembling more than a Fuzzle that knows it’s about to be operated on. If he wants to be like that let him, I say in my head.
The Ball Car suddenly comes to a halt. The door slides open and we step out. I find myself in a much different environment than before. It looks like we’re underground, in some sort of cave. The walls are rough-cut stone, and the ground is covered in a thick layer of soil. Electric lights cast an orangey-red glow over everything, and my skin looks a funny colour. It’s also cooler down here, much to my relief.
The Ball Car door closes behind us, making me jump. The cave isn’t really that big, just a few meters across in each direction. At the far end there is a shiny metal door leading to a tunnel leading to somewhere else. We walk to the middle of the cave before the lead Slig stops and talks to us.
“14-9-1-27, you are to go first. Everyone else, wait here.”
Zevenk freezes. He searches the cave, as if looking for an escape. Seeing nothing, he bravely walks towards the tunnel. He enters, and the door closes.
It feels like an age passes before the door opens again and he remerges. I was expecting him to be angry or upset or something. Instead, to my utter dismay, he has a faint smile on his face and he comes walking out confidently. He trots up to and stands next to me, trying so hard to conceal his joy.
I am very confused.
The Slig that brought us down here speaks suddenly. “5-12-3-27, you’re next.”
My pondering Zevenk’s happiness is short-lived. I stare at the others helplessly. Blege doesn’t look at me, Creck tries a reassuring look and Zevenk gives me a pat on the shoulder. Then, awkwardly and reluctantly, I take trembling steps towards the tunnel. I stand on the threshold and hesitate. Could I possibly refuse to enter?
Before I have time to speak, the Big Bro Slig pushes me in and the door bangs shut.
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Oooh, what's going to happen? Will Shrown be cooked? (I didn't make that up, OWI said it themselves.) Will he be sent back to prison?? Why was Zevenk so happy??? Unfortuantly the next chapter talks about Vechk so you'll have to wait until chapter 7 to find out!
Really sorry about that.
Last edited by GlacierDragon; 04-25-2008 at 09:14 AM..
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