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Please R&R!
[The Morning After]
I awoke to the sounds of light sobbing. It wasn't like anyone here to cry. As I stepped into the hall, the crying bellowed throughout the place. Groggily, I made me way towards the sound. They were coming from Jangelius' room. I knocked lightly on the door. A shaken Jangelius answered.
"Dusell? Is that you?"
"Yah," I quickly replied, "What's up? Sounds like you are crying." The sound of the lock being opened could be heard. The door opened slowly. Jangelius stood there, looking at his feet. By the look of his eyes, you could tell that he had indeed been crying.
"Nothing." Jangelius responded, "Nothing's up. Just an upset stomach I believe. I'll be fine in a day or two." I had now entered the room and was helping Jangelius to his bed.
"If you are sick, then maybe you should get some rest. I will bring you something to eat." I was out of the room before Jangelius even had time to respond.
I was rooting through the fridge, wondering what I would take back to Jangelius. I mean, it's not like we had cartons of blood just sitting around. Someone had walked up behind me; I could sense their presence. I turned to see Dr. Sloth staring down at me. For the past year, Jangelius and I were careful not to reveal my existence to Dr. Sloth, afraid of what he might do.
A nervous smile crept on to my face, "Hey?"
"Who the hell are you?" He asked, a harsh tone in his voice. I thought about telling him lies, but decided against it. It would land Jangelius, and me, in a lot more trouble.
"Dusell," I spit out. I had chosen the name of one of my victims from the village last night. Has a lovely ring to it, though. "Or as you would know me, #37," I added after a bit of thought. A dumfounded look overcame his face.
"You can't be. My assistant disposed of all the failed experiments!"
"Not me," I muttered, "He believed me to be his son, and so he changed me." Dr. Sloth now gazed at me with pure hatred in his eyes.
"He knew!?" I nodded weakly.
"I never wanted any of these to happen. I'll leave now." I turned to return to Jangelius' quarters, but my capturer stopped me.
"Where do you think you are going?" He asked and pushed me up against the wall.
"To Jangelius' quarters."
"No you are not. I will not allow a fugitive in my lab!"
"Fugitive!? What do you mean!? I'm not the one who captured innocent pets and performed experiments on them. You did. And Jangelius is just as much to blame. I never wanted any of this. I didn't ask to be able to leave forever. And I am the fugitive? Feh, I'm outta here." I hissed angrily and hurried from the room. I had totally forgotten about Jangelius and the mission I had assigned myself. All that was on my mind now was a way out of here.
Please R&R!
[The Morning After]
I awoke to the sounds of light sobbing. It wasn't like anyone here to cry. As I stepped into the hall, the crying bellowed throughout the place. Groggily, I made me way towards the sound. They were coming from Jangelius' room. I knocked lightly on the door. A shaken Jangelius answered.
"Dusell? Is that you?"
"Yah," I quickly replied, "What's up? Sounds like you are crying." The sound of the lock being opened could be heard. The door opened slowly. Jangelius stood there, looking at his feet. By the look of his eyes, you could tell that he had indeed been crying.
"Nothing." Jangelius responded, "Nothing's up. Just an upset stomach I believe. I'll be fine in a day or two." I had now entered the room and was helping Jangelius to his bed.
"If you are sick, then maybe you should get some rest. I will bring you something to eat." I was out of the room before Jangelius even had time to respond.
I was rooting through the fridge, wondering what I would take back to Jangelius. I mean, it's not like we had cartons of blood just sitting around. Someone had walked up behind me; I could sense their presence. I turned to see Dr. Sloth staring down at me. For the past year, Jangelius and I were careful not to reveal my existence to Dr. Sloth, afraid of what he might do.
A nervous smile crept on to my face, "Hey?"
"Who the hell are you?" He asked, a harsh tone in his voice. I thought about telling him lies, but decided against it. It would land Jangelius, and me, in a lot more trouble.
"Dusell," I spit out. I had chosen the name of one of my victims from the village last night. Has a lovely ring to it, though. "Or as you would know me, #37," I added after a bit of thought. A dumfounded look overcame his face.
"You can't be. My assistant disposed of all the failed experiments!"
"Not me," I muttered, "He believed me to be his son, and so he changed me." Dr. Sloth now gazed at me with pure hatred in his eyes.
"He knew!?" I nodded weakly.
"I never wanted any of these to happen. I'll leave now." I turned to return to Jangelius' quarters, but my capturer stopped me.
"Where do you think you are going?" He asked and pushed me up against the wall.
"To Jangelius' quarters."
"No you are not. I will not allow a fugitive in my lab!"
"Fugitive!? What do you mean!? I'm not the one who captured innocent pets and performed experiments on them. You did. And Jangelius is just as much to blame. I never wanted any of this. I didn't ask to be able to leave forever. And I am the fugitive? Feh, I'm outta here." I hissed angrily and hurried from the room. I had totally forgotten about Jangelius and the mission I had assigned myself. All that was on my mind now was a way out of here.