Three chapters, three days, that has to be some kind of record! Whoo this was hard it got kind of long sorry. still no reviews... i'm probably just impatient but pleaase review if you have the chance! this is told from Aanglela's POV if its not ovious. okay chapter 2!

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Aanglela

Should've done it! I planned for all those years I would do it if I got caught and I didn't do it! It would have been quick, a little cut and done. WHY DID I NOT DO IT? I thought with so much force I broke the tip of my pencil.

I was sitting on the floor of a government controlled plane on my way to a new government controlled life with a bunch of government controlled, whatever they were. I was frustrated, I was coming back to the reason I got away in the first place. WHY did I not just cut my jugular when I had the chance? I didn't quite know. Maybe the idea of a home really appealed to me, more than I wanted to admit to myself.

I looked up slowly from my log just to see if they were still staring at me; they were. Truly it was a sight to see if there ever was one. The bug man sitting on a missile was the smallest; roughly six feet tall if you didn't count the antennas, his huge head, occupied by enormous mossy green eyes, took up most of his size. If you started at the bottom he looked just like a thin man wearing a lab coat. He called himself Dr. Cockroach (degrading but at accurate I suppose) he had a charming British accent; he seemed nice enough.

The biggest one was even more bizarre. Simply an eight foot living mass of blue hair gel with a single eye that was red as blood in the iris. I had heard the doctor call him B.O.B. He was smiling dumbly the whole for no apparent reason.

Lastly was the middle one who had first spotted me in the ghetto. He was about seven and a half feet (not too much taller than me) and more or less looked like a fish had tried turning into a gorilla but quit before his scales and fins could turn to fur and kept a flat tail(not unlike mine really). He spoke with a gravelly voice like the air was hard on him. I hadn't been able to catch his name. Come to think about, in way, he's the reason I'm here. He stared at me the most.

I looked down again and, though my pencil was broke, went through the motions as if I were still perfecting my sketch. It was an image of unique deep sea angler I had seen in the Humboldt Sea. Its actual luminescent lure was in its mouth, brilliant but unusual. A fish would come up to the light in curiosity, then SNAP! It was supper. I was trying to figure out if it was a whole species or if it was an isolated mutation. Either way it was a real effective-

"Why are you still wearing those glasses?" I was so surprised I dropped the pencil. It had been completely silent for hours, or what felt like hours. I looked up again; it was the fish man who spoke.

"My eyes are a dead giveaway that I'm different." I said while shrugging. It was true but not the whole reason. I really didn't want to press into this. But it was obvious he didn't buy it.

"Yeah well, we're all different it's okay here, you don't have to hide." He said gruffly. I could see where this was going and I didn't like it. "I don't like my eyes, they scare people." I said again hoping he'd drop it. He actually chuckled.

"We've got our share of crazy eyes, these aren't even all of them, I don't think yours will be that big of a shock." He waved his arm over the others who had apparently lost interest, then pointed to his own tiny red eyes. However, I didn't really pay attention something else he said caught me off.

"There are more, like you?" it was the Doctor who answered.

"Not any like us specifically, but yes. There are two other monsters, both are giants in size. One is a woman; I believe you will like her." I couldn't help but notice his eyes get a little brighter at the mention of the woman, he had feelings for her.

"Come on your eyes won't bother us." I sighed. "You're not going to stop until I take off my glasses are you?" he grinned. "Nope."

I sighed again. "Okay but please don't scream or anything. It bothers me."

I stood up so I would be close to eye level. And slowly, with my eyes closed, I took off the old bless fully huge glasses I had managed to get from a dollar store. I opened my eyes. He didn't scream but he did gasp.

Nearly two inches long and an inch thick at their widest, angled upward, slightly luminous; they were my face's most dominant feature. But what was even scarier than the size was the color; as black as coals with no iris, no white, all pupil. You could kind of tell where I was looking because the light would reflect off them and act as a pupil within a pupil. Honestly one might think I still had sunglasses on.

"It's ok I know they're scary-" I began but he cut me off. "No, they're actually kind of cool I was expecting way worse." I looked at the insect man, he nodded and smiled. The blob even spoke

"They're kind of like candy!" this made the ape guy roll his eyes. "See?" he chuckled at his corny joke.

"I suppose, by the way I didn't manage to catch your name." he smiled and put out his hand.

"I'm the Missing Link, Link for short." I shook his hand, "it's good to meet you."

After a few hours the pilot told us we were here. I still wasn't sure just where 'here' was but I followed. The other led me into a huge room, big enough for a couple football fields, with some interesting layout. Most of it, to put it simply, looked like a living room for a giant. The middle of the living room had three layouts, the first one on the left looked like a wooden play place at Mc Donald's. In the middle of the room was a wall that had books lining the whole area as if they were paint, and below a large table sat with lab equipment and tools. Lastly a corner was a beautiful mountain spring arrangement with irrigated layers of water. It's fairly nice here if nothing else. I thought. There was even a little kitchenette.

Behind the play place was a huge wall of glass. I stared at it for about ten second when I heard several percussive thuds. Behind the glass were two tree-sized pink palm fronds that were growing taller. Seconds later an island rose up with the fronds; the island had eyes as big as houses and a mouth like an apartment. The beast reviled the rest of its titanic body which was like a godlike fluffy moth.

"The laws of nature forbid it, nothing can be that big!" I said dumbfound. I had swum with blue whales and this monster dwarfed even them. It must be one of the giants.

"Yup, he's a biggin'," Link said. "Hey Insecto, We got a new monster, a girl like Suzy" he called to the beast that roared in response. "He said, 'It's good to meet you'" I said "Yeah, I know."

Link raised an eyebrow. "You do?"

"Supper time monsters!" a voice barked out of nowhere. I was going to question it when the workers brought in plates of food. At least some of it was food.

"Alright!" Link said, and rushed to the table, followed by B.O.B. and Dr. Cockroach. Each sat down at what looked like assigned seats. Link was eating a plate of raw herring it looked like, B.O.B. got a huge ham, and the Doctor (to my shock) was eating garbage of all things! I would have been more disgusted if an alluring scent hadn't caught my attention.

There was another plate with two raw calamaris on it, presumably mine. How'd they know? Not that I cared; my last hunt had been nearly two weeks ago. I threw myself on the squid and devoured it savagely. The meat was sweet, tender, and very filling. I especially liked squid and other cephalopods, because they were all muscle which meant good protein and no bones to remove or regurgitate.

Only after I finished the second squid, with gusto, did I remember I was not alone and I wasn't exactly using good table manners. It hadn't occurred to me, because well, I hadn't needed them hunting in the ocean or grilling on a rock.

The others were staring at me like I was obnoxious and immediately felt embarrassed. Not that they were eating as if for the queen, but I had been a complete savage and had made a huge mess of the table and my clothes. I was going to say something when I sensed someone coming.

"Well someone needs a lesson in etiquette," Said the voice that had been on the intercom. I turned to see a stocky military man dressed in all green with white hair and a tough looking five o'clock shadow stood behind me. This must be the general they mentioned before. I thought.

"Monger, this is Miss Aanglela, I trust she is the monster that you had been tracking." Dr. Cockroach said. So they have been tracking me, I'm not as paranoid as I thought. Monger held up a picture of a ship's hull.

"Is this yours?" he said.

I looked at the shot, and then I remembered. "My first one should have known it would come and bite me in the butt." The general grinned, and pointed to the far side of the mountain springs.

"Over yonder is your living area, it'll be decorated according to your needs within a few weeks. Now go clean you up, there are new clothes in its washroom. Take all the time you need, we will talk more on your protocol when you're finished." I nodded and headed toward the metal door.

I found my way through an almost empty titanium room, there was a bed and a desk, to a metal door that looked so similar to the walls I had to search for 2 minutes. The washroom was nice and large with a good sized shower, sink, and mirror.

I found the clothes Monger mentioned on the toilet seat. They were, ok I suppose mostly gray with orange lining. I took a good deep sniff of them; made out of the same material as a wet suit reinforced with a steel mesh that wouldn't wear away after being rubbed against my sandpaper like skin. That was why I wore baggy clothes, my skin (that of a shark) was sharp enough to cut yourself on if you touched it too fast.

They're much too long though, ill fix that later. I walked to the mirror and did a double take. My reflection had become a rare sight and Monger wasn't kidding when he said I needed to clean up he wasn't kidding.

My face was so stained with grime and blood from supper I could barely see the silvery-blue stripes; the specks weren't even clean enough to glow. My hair was even worse, the grime acted like a hard gel that held it in a tangled mess that hid my ears. I couldn't even tell what color it was. When was the last time I ran a comb through it?

There was too much to clean to start in any one place; I would have to just take a shower. When was the last time I did that? I wasn't even sure I remembered how.

"I wonder if the shampoo has instructions…."

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