Awwww my kitten is sleeping on my lap –coos at kitten- I almost forgot about this fic hehe Well, I can hardly forget about writing, but I just, tried to ignore it, I'm stuck on so many things right now, like some writing block marathon. But I could never truly forget about these poor castaways…

Thank you's:

Just-a-little-insane: Eek, I wasn't as fast on updating as I intended, but I'm glad you like the fic!

VampyGenieWitch Yesh, disco ducks, don't worry, I crave with you, but you're NEVER on :( I hate timezones…

Idenity99: Hmmm, shall I do something cruel to Arty…

Cocoaducks Thanks : )

Cookie monster: Grubs possessed form shall be revealed verryyy soon ; ) Disco ducks are behind EVERYTHING (lets chuck rocks at them!)

Again, I thank you all SO MUCH reviewers! No horrible flames yet (yay!)

And flamers, that wasn't an invitation…so BACK OFF

Mwhaha

Now to the disclaimer

Disclaimer: I don't own Grub or Butler

Part 7

Root made another "heroic" dive attempt, to free Holly from Grubs claws.

Grub swiped at Root, who, in the air, was helpless. Receiving a quick swipe, he collapsed on the ground. Blood trickled from his abdomen, he lay, clutching it in agony. A burning feeling lit inside of him, his wound felt on fire, yet at the same time so very cold, it was poisoned somehow, he lay back, taking in deep breaths, everything around him looking fuzzy.

Foaly, having the brains to anything technical, was dumb when it came to athletics. He could find out anything about the champion baseball players, or the Olympic champions hundreds of years ago, all you needed to do was type it up. He couldn't type up his actions. He had never really experienced pain either, unless you count when his buttocks went numb and sore from sitting on the computer chair too long (A/N: Don't you hate when that happens?), he couldn't physically help Holly, and hi brain supplied nothing. His situation was hopeless.

Holly wasn't hurt yet, merely trapped in Grub's huge bear hug. Root was lying at her feet, groaning, and laying still. Butler had been behind that rock, the creature was trying to hide him. She hoped sincerely he wasn't about to eat him, she may now be his replacement.

She desperately tried to break free from the grasp of the claws, but they dug deeper, leaving bloody smears on her arms, Root's blood. She had a feeling the creature would hurt her yet, she still had some time.

It seemed as though the animal was about to spring away, hide Holly in his horrible dark lair forever, when Foaly finally spoke.

"You're from it…"

Grub continued to back away, snarling.

"I know what you are…"

At this Grub stopped. Holly took this as her chance to knock him out with a swift clunk on the temple from her knuckles. Just to be sure, she pounded his forehead, so his head met with the rock underneath. She did this a few times, he wouldn't be waking for a while.

With a dull thump, Holly kicked it, angry at it for causing everything, the possessiveness and harm, spreading throughout the group.

Holly quickly got on the dirt, crouching over Root. He was shaking slightly, his eyes partially open. Holly noticed the blood trickling from his wound. She attempted to heal him, she was so drained, only a few sparks danced down her fingertips.

"Will he be okay?" Holly asked Foaly as she nervously glanced down at her commander. "He won't turn into one of them, will he?"

Foaly didn't answer, he was inspecting Grub, noticing the pink liquid dripping from his claws. It wasn't blood, it was like a light tinge, almost white, but not quite. Inspecting near the face, he noticed something about Grub's eyes. They seemed like glass, shiny, no bloodshot veins, perfect eyes. Almost too perfect…

"Holly-"

His sentence was cut off, along with his air.

Standing in the doorway of the cave, blocking the light and controlling the rope around Foalys neck, was none other than Opal Koboi.

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Mwhaha, I feel…cliffyish, hence why I used one. No fear, I already have the next chapter typed up –is proud of self- So I'll post this one, then post the next in a bit, just to be a byotch and create tension. ; )

Yours until my penguins feel fruity

.::The OddBird::.