A/N I know, I promised that I'd do this more often, but I was unable. Now
I'm sitting here in journalism and listening to my Lion King cd and
wondering how I could stay away...anyway, I'm probably going to stick with
my original plot. There may still be a few changes, but this'll definitely
clear up some stuff in my other stories. Anyway, I'm rambling again, so
thanks for reading and please review!
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"Ow! Hurry up, will you?" 471 winced and looked back over her shoulder, where 625 was using her tail as a guide. There was little (if any) light and his night-vision was pretty much non-existent.
"I can't help it! You try being last." He wriggled a bit closer, dropping his voice to an inaudible hiss. "Any idea how far we are?" 471 shook her head, although he couldn't see.
"Not really, but it's been at least twenty minutes. There's another light way ahead, think that's her?"
"Considering we've already found a closet and sixteen bathrooms, no. But let's check anyway." They fell silent and began to crawl through the dust again. Several minutes passed before the light became visible. "I hope this is the kitchen."
"No such luck." They crept forward, peering through the vent into what was clearly some kind of containment cell. It was empty but for a cot shoved into the corner...and on that cot was 593. She was sprawled limp across the cot, hanging partially over the edge. 471 felt 625 stiffen next to her.
"Oh no they didn't..." he growled, both anger and fear coming through. 471 pried open the vent and stuck her head through, careful that the room was empty.
"593? Hey, 593!" she stirred minutely, turning her head to look at them. "What happened to you?" she didn't speak but immediately began trying to gesture to them. "What is it?"
"This is no time for charades!" she pointed at them then at a door at the far side of the room. They stared at her blankly, until she became frustrated,
"Get out! Go home, someone's coming!" she hissed. 625 grabbed for vent cover and slid it into place just as 593 froze, her eyes going wide. 471 and 625 huddled close, trying to keep an eye on her. A thin, reptilian character deactivated her cell door, which promptly vanished.
"Ah, you're awake. Good, the boss has some new tests..." 593 winced as he picked her up by the ears, but she made no move to struggle. The two disappeared through the door. The two experiments were silent for several minutes.
"Do you think?"
"We have to tell Jumba, 625. He'll take care of it." 471 reassured him turning around to go. 625 didn't quite believe her. Somehow it seemed too much for even Jumba, but she showed such faith in Jumba that for once he kept his opinion to himself.
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At the same time, several floors down, someone else was also creeping through the dark and dust. 314 was running from case to case, using the preserved experiments as cover. She was scared to death, after all it was her first time out in the open and she was sneaking through a room full of dead things. It was enough to give even 625 nightmares (she thought him quite brave, to visit her behind Jumba's back). She was constantly hearing footsteps, from the lab beyond and they sounded much closer. She often doubled back to her last hiding place as they passed. At last she had reached the other side of the room, all she had to do was get through the rest of the lab unseen. The room through the nearest door looked extremely crowded to someone so used to being isolated (although there were only three or four people about) and unfortunately no plan of getting through came to mind. She settled in the shadows to look for an opening.
Someone would be bound to notice her when she walked by, but there were so many experiments in all that none of them could possibly know all the others. Her best chance seemed to be a casual walk, avoiding eye contact. If anyone spoke to her, she'd act like she was supposed to be there. It seemed simple enough. She stepped forward into the light. One of the experiments turned his head to look at her. He turned back to the others and their talk immediately hushed to a low murmur. 314 focused on the door ahead of her and strode nonchalantly past them, holding her breath until she reached the door. It seemed like an eternity, but she made it.
"Hey you." 314 froze, turning slowly to face the experiment who had seen her come in approaching her. "Have you heard anything?" she didn't say anything, not sure what he meant. It must have shown on her face as he rolled his eyes impatiently. "You know, about 593?" she still didn't know what he meant, but she shook her head. The experiment looked a little disappointed. "There's been some stuff going around about a rescue, but no one really knows much about it." He shrugged and went back to his group. 314 stood for a minute, trying to calm herself and open her mouth. She needed directions from here badly, and she knew where 625 would be.
"Hey..." her voice sounded tiny and scared, but she couldn't do anything about it. "Where's the kitchen?" he looked back at her, gesturing with a paw.
"Right through that door and to the left." 314 thanked him and ran. The less time she spent talking the better.
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A/N okay, I meant for this to be longer, but I think I'll cut it there. Hopefully there will be more soon, as well as a new chapter for "Partners in Crime" (yes, I've decided to finish it, even if it takes a crappy turn...but you can blame that on Owen). Thanks again to everyone who's reading, and if you see anything that need fixing, please let me know. Aloha.
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"Ow! Hurry up, will you?" 471 winced and looked back over her shoulder, where 625 was using her tail as a guide. There was little (if any) light and his night-vision was pretty much non-existent.
"I can't help it! You try being last." He wriggled a bit closer, dropping his voice to an inaudible hiss. "Any idea how far we are?" 471 shook her head, although he couldn't see.
"Not really, but it's been at least twenty minutes. There's another light way ahead, think that's her?"
"Considering we've already found a closet and sixteen bathrooms, no. But let's check anyway." They fell silent and began to crawl through the dust again. Several minutes passed before the light became visible. "I hope this is the kitchen."
"No such luck." They crept forward, peering through the vent into what was clearly some kind of containment cell. It was empty but for a cot shoved into the corner...and on that cot was 593. She was sprawled limp across the cot, hanging partially over the edge. 471 felt 625 stiffen next to her.
"Oh no they didn't..." he growled, both anger and fear coming through. 471 pried open the vent and stuck her head through, careful that the room was empty.
"593? Hey, 593!" she stirred minutely, turning her head to look at them. "What happened to you?" she didn't speak but immediately began trying to gesture to them. "What is it?"
"This is no time for charades!" she pointed at them then at a door at the far side of the room. They stared at her blankly, until she became frustrated,
"Get out! Go home, someone's coming!" she hissed. 625 grabbed for vent cover and slid it into place just as 593 froze, her eyes going wide. 471 and 625 huddled close, trying to keep an eye on her. A thin, reptilian character deactivated her cell door, which promptly vanished.
"Ah, you're awake. Good, the boss has some new tests..." 593 winced as he picked her up by the ears, but she made no move to struggle. The two disappeared through the door. The two experiments were silent for several minutes.
"Do you think?"
"We have to tell Jumba, 625. He'll take care of it." 471 reassured him turning around to go. 625 didn't quite believe her. Somehow it seemed too much for even Jumba, but she showed such faith in Jumba that for once he kept his opinion to himself.
***
At the same time, several floors down, someone else was also creeping through the dark and dust. 314 was running from case to case, using the preserved experiments as cover. She was scared to death, after all it was her first time out in the open and she was sneaking through a room full of dead things. It was enough to give even 625 nightmares (she thought him quite brave, to visit her behind Jumba's back). She was constantly hearing footsteps, from the lab beyond and they sounded much closer. She often doubled back to her last hiding place as they passed. At last she had reached the other side of the room, all she had to do was get through the rest of the lab unseen. The room through the nearest door looked extremely crowded to someone so used to being isolated (although there were only three or four people about) and unfortunately no plan of getting through came to mind. She settled in the shadows to look for an opening.
Someone would be bound to notice her when she walked by, but there were so many experiments in all that none of them could possibly know all the others. Her best chance seemed to be a casual walk, avoiding eye contact. If anyone spoke to her, she'd act like she was supposed to be there. It seemed simple enough. She stepped forward into the light. One of the experiments turned his head to look at her. He turned back to the others and their talk immediately hushed to a low murmur. 314 focused on the door ahead of her and strode nonchalantly past them, holding her breath until she reached the door. It seemed like an eternity, but she made it.
"Hey you." 314 froze, turning slowly to face the experiment who had seen her come in approaching her. "Have you heard anything?" she didn't say anything, not sure what he meant. It must have shown on her face as he rolled his eyes impatiently. "You know, about 593?" she still didn't know what he meant, but she shook her head. The experiment looked a little disappointed. "There's been some stuff going around about a rescue, but no one really knows much about it." He shrugged and went back to his group. 314 stood for a minute, trying to calm herself and open her mouth. She needed directions from here badly, and she knew where 625 would be.
"Hey..." her voice sounded tiny and scared, but she couldn't do anything about it. "Where's the kitchen?" he looked back at her, gesturing with a paw.
"Right through that door and to the left." 314 thanked him and ran. The less time she spent talking the better.
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A/N okay, I meant for this to be longer, but I think I'll cut it there. Hopefully there will be more soon, as well as a new chapter for "Partners in Crime" (yes, I've decided to finish it, even if it takes a crappy turn...but you can blame that on Owen). Thanks again to everyone who's reading, and if you see anything that need fixing, please let me know. Aloha.