Well, now its official: OEW is my most successful story! YAAAY! And I don't want to keep you guys waiting, so here's the next chapter! And I made Syr look like a Mary-Sue on purpose. But trust me, she is far from it. VERY FAR INDEED. And please, her name is pronounced "sear".
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2. "Syr"
I didn't know how long I was out for; it could've been hours, or possibly even a day or two. Eh, whatever. My head was pounding from the blow as I slowly regained consciousness. When I forced my eyes open with great difficulty, I was absolutely shocked to find a large pair of light pink Irken eyes staring back at me.
I let out a startled gasp. Who in their right mind wouldn't when you see an unfamiliar face looking back at you when you least expected it? She smiled, and walked away from me. Phew. I looked around the room, to see if I knew this place. Its walls were gray, and many pictures hung from them. There was a tall, thin, white door on the side of the room, which had a plastic skeleton hanging from it. I wondered why exactly someone would keep a plastic skeleton hanging from their door. Not ringing any bells.
"This place doesn't make any sense!" I thought. "Where am I? Why am I here? And who the Irk was that, anyway?"
I jumped out of the chair that I was put in after I passed out. Not a good idea. My head spun; I felt like I was going to fall over, so I sat back down. I went to scratch my head, but all I found was bandages. Right, the frying pan thing. A small, terribly suppressed chuckle came from whoever that girl with the pink eyes was.
"You do know that it's not a very good idea to jump out of your seat like an Earth frog after you've been bashed one in the head."
"I knew that." I lied unconvincingly.
"Then why did you do it in the first place?" She stepped out into plain view. She had a long, mainly white shirt on, with thin red stripes on the arms. The end of the shirt flared out into a kind of skirt. She also had antennae piercings with little pink hearts on them.
Well, let's just say that she looked like something that rhymes with "rostitoot".
"Um…" I said, rather shocked by her appearance. "Are you supposed to look like that?" She sighed, and rolled her eyes.
"Alright," She said, clearly annoyed by my question. "Let me explain this. Do you know what an Earth pitcher plant is?"
I never had been familiar with Earth's wildlife in the first place, so, naturally, I had no idea who or what a pitcher plant was. The puzzled look on my face kind of gave it away for her, so she sighed again, and continued to explain.
"A pitcher plant is a tube-shaped carnivorous plant that lures insects to the pitcher part with a sweet-smelling liquid, which causes the various types of insects to land on and in the pitcher. The sides of the pitcher are slippery and grooved so that the bug cannot climb out. On the bottom of the pitcher is a pool of water. The bug, unable to escape, falls into the water and drowns. It is then broken down by the plant into different chemicals, which the plant can use for nutrients.
"I guess I'm pretty much like a pitcher plant myself, although I do not use the leftovers for food. That would just be gross. I lure my enemies rather efficiently, with the help of my Mary-Sueish qualities," She stopped, and pointed a finger at me. "And you do know that my shirt is just as long as any other normal person's shirt? There's just a little frilly bit on the end that makes it look like I'm wearing some kind of whore-skirt."
"That made sense," I said, although I had gotten completely and totally lost when she was yammering on about the pitcher plant. "But how do you kill them once you've lured them?" Oh man, that was some stupid question. She merely laughed, ran to one of the cabinets, and carefully, trying not to prick herself, removed a giant needle.
I hate needles.
No, not hate so much as loathe, despise, and am scared into submission of.
Frantic screams of "Oh GOD, no!" and "Oh dear Irk, please let this be some sort of twisted joke!" ran through my head. My brain told me to run as far away as possible from this crazy girl and just continue my life as a fugitive, but I stood rooted to the spot in fear, not able to move. She turned around, noticed my terrified face, and shook her head in annoyance.
"I'm not going to stick you with it, you big sissy!" She yelled. I let out a sigh of relief.
"You asked. I was just answering your question." She said, in a sarcastic tone. "Anyway, let me finish what I was saying. I usually fill this particular syringe with a toxic cocktail of chemicals which are extremely fatal to us Irkens. See, that's why I have this little skull and crossbones on it." She pointed to a small, whitish label on the top of the plastic chamber, which had said design printed on the label.
"It breaks down flesh, skin, bone, even a PAK, and turns the victim into a kind of greenish soup, ensuring a slow and excruciatingly painful death!" She said the last words more happily than normal, which made me cringe slightly. Maybe it was a pretty good idea to stay very far away from her.
"Oh, wait; excuse me for being so rude! I never did introduce myself. Well, my name is Syr, and if you ever mispronounce that…" She leaned in closer than normal, and grinned evilly, showing teeth that looked like that they could decapitate a rabbit with a little chomp. "I will make sure that you have at least twenty needles lodged in your flesh within the next nanosecond." She saw that the panicked expression on my face had returned, she grinned even more menacingly, and returned to her normal stance. She walked over to the closet, put away the deadly needle, and turned back to me, a bubbly, excited smile on her face.
"But enough about me!" She said, grabbing my wrist and yanking me off the chair like a doll. "Let's go introduce you to the others!"
"Others?" I said, particularly worried for my sanity.
"Yeah!" She said, still bubbly and happily as ever. "But I think you might want to stay away from Stonus."
"Who's that, and why would I want to stay away from him?"
"Oh, you'll find out." She giggled as she dragged me to the white door.
This was going to be a long day.
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Not tonight, though. races downstairs to watch House
