I was running, running through Vykkers Labs, dodging darts and ropes. I was running from something horribly terrifying. I Was young, a young pup running from immense danger. I dared to not look behind me, it might slow me down, and in turn I would get devoured. I was running, and running when the appearances of Vykkers began to dwindle to nothing. I was still running, and I was getting exhausted. ,
"SCREEEE!" said an insect like screech that sped up my pace. The slippery tile flooring began to crack in places with dark grass sprouting up from it. Soon the walls turned to saplings and into enormous trees. I was stuck in a dark forest. I had to run under roots and over holes. I had to dodge tree trunks, and branches that reached out toward me, trying to grab me, trying to slow me down. I was desperately gasping for air, and I was wet from my own sweat. The trees began to drip dark red. The bark melted off of the branches, revealing sharp jagged bones with strange carvings.
All the trees all melted into a giant pool of blood and gore. I soon heard the sploshing behind me stop, and I finally dared to look behind me. I slowed down and all together stopped. It was gone. I heaved a sigh of relief and I scanned the area. I was standing in an ocean of blood. Some patches were purple, green, or even blue. I turned back around.
"SCRAAAA!" said the beast that towered over me. It was enormous, and it had a dragon like head with insect mandibles, the spindly legs of a Paramite, a short upper torso almost like a Scrab's, and the rest of the body was a leathery, snake like, and topped with a scorpion tail. The chest was covered with thick exoskeleton plates. I froze stiff, no way I could run away at this point, no way to fight this beast, no way to live after this encounter. If I was going to die, I was going to die fighting.
It screeched in my face. I felt globs of warm, oozing spit fly on me. I hissed at it. It was taken aback a bit that a tiny 4ft squirt would stand up to something that easily stood 15ft tall. It growled at me, and the exoskeleton chest split open at the middle.
"AHHH!" I shrieked when the chest bursted open and four slimy, disgusting, spindly arms shot out and snatched me off of the ground and began to squeeze me to death. I squirmed and gasped for air, but it was like a snake, every time I move or exhaled its grip got tighter. I could only exhale one more time.
"Kiss my ass!" I gasped. It growled and drew back to bite me in half. I snapped in return. Its giant maw engulfed my head and I felt its jaws bite into my head, piercing my skull
I woke up with a startled yelp. I bolted up quickly and my head hit something hard!
"OW DAMN IT!" Stranger yelped. We both looked at each other. Strangers' hat got bonked off and he looked a bit grumpy. I wobbly stood up to fetch his hat, but he snatched it before I was able to get myself balanced, so I just plopped back down. It was still dark, and cold.
"Ya cry in yer sleep ya know." My eyes turned into saucers and I buried my face into my hands.
"Really?" I said into my hands, but it came out like, "mrffy"
He chuckled at my reaction.
"Yeah, ya do. What do ya 'ave, nightmares?" I unburied my blushing face and nodded my head. My blush faded when I remembered my nightmare. I shivered from the thought of that beast.
"How did we bonk heads?" I asked, changing the topic.
"Well, ya was thrashin in yer sleep, and I was tryin ta wake ya up."
I nodded my head.
"How's bolt?"
"Well, I gave 'im a bath, an' he's out cold over there." He nodded his head in the direction of a snoozing bolt on the other side of the fire.
"Dat little shit tried to bite me when I tried ta give 'im a bath."
I chuckled. "Sounds like him." A pause followed
"Glad ya ain't poisoned anymore. Surprised ya recovered that fast too. I 'member when I got bit by a lil Bolamite myself when I was a pup, I was out for three times as long as ya."
My eyes widened. "Damn! I'm lucky . . . "
"Yup. Ya are." He smiled and chuckled. "But we'd better catch some sleep 'fore da sun comes up." I nodded my head and I yawned. I laid down facing the fire. I haven't seen that many fires or flames before, so it fascinated me. I heard stranger lay down nearby, but I didn't care to look. I imagined creatures in the flickering flames. I saw a brief glimpse of a Fuzzle, and it morphed into a curled snake, then a tall creature with horns.
After 'seeing' many creatures in the fire, I sighed, and I looked at my hand. It had two giant scabs with red lines running from it with blisters and boils surrounding it. The puncture wounds were about the same size as before, and the palm of my hand was shriveled looking. Probably from the venom eating my flesh, and the swelling. I could hardly move my middle finger, and the rest were stiff. I tried to ball my hand into a fist, but it left my middle finger sticking out slightly curled. I chuckled despite the pain. The pain of the disintegrated flesh and revealed and healing nerves were nothing compared to the nerve testing, or even the electric collar.
I scoffed. Stupid Vykkers, couldn't they have at least been humane? I mean, come on! How would you like being zapped and never put under any pain medicine for any operations or stuff? I know you shriveled grapes wouldn't like it!
I sighed, and sat up. No way I could sleep, not with this on my mind, and not just getting done with a nightmare. I continued to stare into the embers. I wrapped my arms around me, feeling the cold penetrate through my short fur. I heard rustling behind me, and I hugged my knees to my chest, trying to contain my warmth.
"Here" Stranger said. I turned my head and looked. He was bending over, offering me a folded blanket.
"A-are you sure?" he nodded his head, and I took it. "Do you have one?" I asked, ready to hand it back if he didn't. Heck, I didn't really need it, I could survive without one.
"Naw, but I ain't cold, an ya are. Plus ya are still healing from dat Bolamite bite. Couldn't let ya get sick." An excuse, but a pretty dang good one too. I nodded my head. "Thank you Fuzz Face" he chuckled at his new nickname. I giggled at the nickname that I blurted out. I unfolded the blanket, and quickly wrapped myself in it. I watched as Stranger sat down next to me.
"Can't sleep?"
"Nope" I sighed, looking into the fire.
"Anythin I can do? Ya look like ya haven't slept in days."
I nodded my head. "Yeah, I don't sleep that well cause I am plagued by nightmares."
He looked at me and I looked at him. He looked a bit concerned. I brushed it off, just my imagination. No one has cared for me, no one ever will. I sighed and rested my head on my knees. I closed my eyes and held back tears. I wanted someone to care for, me, I wanted to be able to forget basically my whole life, which was hosted in Vykkers Labs. I just wanted to be loved. I was loved by a Fuzzle, but I'm talking about something else. I was pulled out of my thoughts when he lightly squeezed my shoulder.
"I'm goin ta go to sleep, if ya need anythin, jus' wake me up." He said. He stood up and laid down about 4 feet from me.
I waited till I heard soft snoring and I carefully pulled my papers out of my bra, and I scanned through it, finding core keys to myself.
Damn! I was stuck in hell for 21 years! I was 7' 6", and I had level five danger level. The highest in the book. I huffed and I read on. What the heck?! I was bewildered by what I read. I only showed half of my real capabilities I was currently level three! The rest were theories. I could grow horns, spikes, venom, I might even grow an inner mouth!
My mouth went dry as I went on. I could stay like I do when I get in my rage under the right stress. And my heart stopped when I saw the image of a Berserker. It read that an individual out of a rage stood about 7-9 ft tall, and it was covered in a pale grey, leathery hide. It had a long, narrow face that had some small teeth sticking out, it had thick, hard plates on its head. Its feet were long toes with large talons. The hands looked much like mine, but theirs had webbing and theirs had wider and longer claws. And they weren't nails. They were actual claws, much like a bird of prey. It had large, soulless blue eyes with spikes running down its large arms, and back. And it had long fangs that were like a cobra's. It said that its venom would kill almost anything within minutes, or less.
I flipped through to another page, and I found what it looks like in a rage. Its large maw was opened up and the teeth were very long, and sharp. Its snake fangs were out, and they were large enough that a simple bite without venom could kill you. It could go easily through my shoulder or head. It stood up to 10-12 ft tall, or if it was an alpha, it could easily reach 14 ft. it had ripping muscles and it had claws that grew tremendously. Its talons on its feet turned into giant raptor claws, and they were serrated along the bottom.
I shivered at the thought of the claws digging into my flesh. Its teeth sinking into my throat, the light headedness from loss of blood supply to the brain seconds before death. I swallowed and stuffed the papers back in my bra, not wanting to read anymore. Would I really get stuck in the rage? Would I be able to go back to normal if I did? I finally yawned, and grew sleepy. I curled up on the ground and I wrapped the thin and light, yet warm blanket around me and I dozed off
anything I should change? anything? plz review! ;n;
