A/N Random: I AM SUPER AUTHOR! Doing some extreme typing before school. Gonna catch up.
Chapter 8: Merchandise? Death Shot? SALAMI?
Cynder's POV
Once everyone came back to, we found ourselves in CAGES! An ugly grubby old scientist, whose nametag said Dylan, stared me down.
"Why is it's wing all bloody?" He said sound mad.
"I shot it" Ari said in a duh tone.
"DON'T DAMAGE THE MERCHANDISE" He screamed at Ari.
It? Merchandise? DO THEY THINK I DON'T HAVE FEELINGS?
"I'M NOT AN 'IT' OR 'MERCHANDISE'" I yelled.
The scientist looked shocked, "I didn't know it could talk! This one's snippy" he said pointing to me. His finger poked through the bars of my cage, so I bit him. The scientist withdrew his finger and glared at me.
"Feisty. Take them all to room 7." (Random: ROOM 7, ROOM 7, and REMEBER ROOM 7) "Oh and punish the snippy one" the scientist pointing at me, careful to not put his finger in my cage. Ari took me into the storage closet and gave me a shot. Possibly a death shot? Then carted the other's to room 7, leaving me behind. I found a salami stick, "Hmmmmm" I said, then whacked a table with the salami stick. The table sat there, "Hmm, nope" I said disappointed. Just then the table cracked and fell. Was this enough to take down Ari? He's pretty tough. I doubled two tables and a bookshelf and whacked. It all fell to pieces.
"Now that's what I need" I said laughing evilly. Then started to choke. OH NO! Then death shot! Suddenly a pellet came out of my mouth.
"Ewwwwww." I said.
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