I did warn the creators of these victims, so, if you don't like it, tell me.
188's eyes snapped open, listening.
He was used to these earth noises, but this wasn't an earth noise. He re-filled his sting-tail with venom, emptied in case he stung himself, erected all his spikes and switched his purple eyes to thermal vision. He sat up, his head bursting through the shrub roof he was sleeping under, and looked round. The noise had been quiet and faraway, but inside him as well.
He listened to the sound again, barely able to hear it. It was a voice. But, an un-heard voice, if that made sense.
"What do you want?" he asked, baring his teeth.
The voice spoke.
"What do you want?!?" he snarled, extending his claws.
The voice spoke.
"Me?" he replied, puzzled. "What do you want with me?"
The voice spoke.
"Yeah, right(!)" he said, scoffingly. "What do you really want me for?"
The voice spoke.
"Look, either show yourself, or I'll have to find you and rip out your throat." He said calmly, as if stating the time of day.
The voice spoke.
"Oh yeah?" he said, jumping from the bush into the open, growling. "Just try it!"
The voice spoke.
188 suddenly felt as if his veins were exploding. He collapsed to the ground, clutching his head, eyes clenched, roaring into the forest. He couldn't see, he couldn't speak, he couldn't think, he didn't even know the name of his mate.
The voice spoke.
The pain diminished, leaving 188 on the ground, panting, mouth open, eyes wide and watering.
The voice spoke.
"No way, you bastard!" he yelled, standing up shakily. "You'll never get me to do your dirty work! You'll have to kill me instead!"
The voice spoke, as if in front of him.
"If you insist."
188 shrieked in anguish, collapsing to the ground, clutching his head. The edges of his eyes began to leak with bright blue blood. His eardrums burst under the intense pressure, sending bright blue blood over his back, staining his black fur. His tail swelled, the skin tightening, until the end split down the sides, sending bright blue blood splattering over the temporary home of his and 189's. Every spike on his body inflated, until the tips erupted, showering him in bright blue spots. His nose swelled, until two intensely pressured jets of bright blue blood came shooting out, ripping deep gorges in the ground in front of him. Finally, through a mist of pain, he turned his ballooning eyes on a figure.
The figure stabbed his hook-like thumb into the roof of his mouth, now with dirty blue blood vomiting out of it. He raised 188's face to him, the other two claws positioned over his eyes.
"Let the pain set you free…" he whispered. He then sunk his glass-sharp claws into the tightened skin of 188's eyes. The eyes ruptured, sending an intense burst of un-imaginable agony through the mutilated creature, bright blue clotted blood covering the figure's butchering hooks. 188 shrieked in pain, blood clogging his throat. He tried to vomit, but the glutinous broth of blood was lodged in his windpipe.
Before he drowned in his own blood, he heard the figure say;
"You shall obey me."
...
188's eyes snapped open, listening.
He was used to these earth noises, but this wasn't an earth noise. He re-filled his sting-tail with venom, emptied in case he stung himself, erected all his spikes and switched his purple eyes to thermal vision. He sat up, his head bursting through the shrub roof he was sleeping under, and looked round. The noise had been quiet and faraway, but inside him as well.
He listened to the sound again, barely able to hear it. It was a voice. But, an un-heard voice, if that made sense.
"What do you want?" he asked, baring his teeth.
The voice spoke.
"What do you want?!?" he snarled, extending his claws.
The voice spoke.
"Me?" he replied, puzzled. "What do you want with me?"
The voice spoke.
"Yeah, right(!)" he said, scoffingly. "What do you really want me for?"
The voice spoke.
"Look, either show yourself, or I'll have to find you and rip out your throat." He said calmly, as if stating the time of day.
The voice spoke.
"Oh yeah?" he said, jumping from the bush into the open, growling. "Just try it!"
The voice spoke.
188 suddenly felt as if his veins were exploding. He collapsed to the ground, clutching his head, eyes clenched, roaring into the forest. He couldn't see, he couldn't speak, he couldn't think, he didn't even know the name of his mate.
The voice spoke.
The pain diminished, leaving 188 on the ground, panting, mouth open, eyes wide and watering.
The voice spoke.
"No way, you bastard!" he yelled, standing up shakily. "You'll never get me to do your dirty work! You'll have to kill me instead!"
The voice spoke, as if in front of him.
"If you insist."
188 shrieked in anguish, collapsing to the ground, clutching his head. The edges of his eyes began to leak with bright blue blood. His eardrums burst under the intense pressure, sending bright blue blood over his back, staining his black fur. His tail swelled, the skin tightening, until the end split down the sides, sending bright blue blood splattering over the temporary home of his and 189's. Every spike on his body inflated, until the tips erupted, showering him in bright blue spots. His nose swelled, until two intensely pressured jets of bright blue blood came shooting out, ripping deep gorges in the ground in front of him. Finally, through a mist of pain, he turned his ballooning eyes on a figure.
The figure stabbed his hook-like thumb into the roof of his mouth, now with dirty blue blood vomiting out of it. He raised 188's face to him, the other two claws positioned over his eyes.
"Let the pain set you free…" he whispered. He then sunk his glass-sharp claws into the tightened skin of 188's eyes. The eyes ruptured, sending an intense burst of un-imaginable agony through the mutilated creature, bright blue clotted blood covering the figure's butchering hooks. 188 shrieked in pain, blood clogging his throat. He tried to vomit, but the glutinous broth of blood was lodged in his windpipe.
Before he drowned in his own blood, he heard the figure say;
"You shall obey me."
...