Before I go on my travels, I decided to give you another chappie!
Sunrise over the tango factory (buy bread) – thanks dear! And cheers for talking to me as well, god knows why u put up with it :D
Zombie kitty – ha, thanks! I'll email u soon
Hermione 2000 – ah irony how I love it… anywhoo, here's another chapter, not so selfish now eh? lol
Br1de-of-fr3ddy – I'm unleashing more! And thanks for all the nice stuff you've said! Gosh, u make me smile! Thankyou!
Cazflibs – toodlipip present? Yay! Thanks!
Felineranger - Thankyou, that's a nice thing to say! I try :)
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"Get away from them!" Lister yelled, tears in his brown eyes.
The fish laughed, stepping back, from the fight. This was working out perfectly. They didn't even need to get their fins dirty! Once the human had finished with murdering his crewmates, the poison would be too far gone. He would die. Absolutely perfect! Minimum effort. Minimum waste.
"Bud, what the hell are you on about?" Cat asked backing away, slightly scared at the look on Lister's face.
He looked ready to kill.
"I'm going to make you pay!" Lister shouted as he wiped the tears angrily away, coming forward.
"Oh my!" said Kryten, flapping his hands around. "Oh sirs, I believe this is another hallucination!"
"Great!" Rimmer said, "Trust Lister to get a hallucination where he has to kill us!"
Lister grabbed a bazookoid one of the fish had hauled in.
"I mean, out of all the millions of possibilities! He had to choose this one didn't he? He has to be a smegging goit to the very end!"
Lister aimed. Aimed at his friends who were standing there with mouths wide open.
And fired.
It all would have been over in a couple of seconds, if that damn bazookoid had been working. Fortunately for everyone apart from the evil killer fish, it wasn't.
Phew.
Lister threw it aside in a rage. "Fine! I'll get you the hard way." He brought his fists up, "You'll be sorry."
Rimmer laughed.
But he soon stopped when Lister delivered a powerful deadly blow to his light bee.
Rimmer span across the room, his bee sparking dangerously, he gasped. Oh that didn't feel so good.
Kryten was almost hysterical, "Sirs, we have to try and make him snap out of this!"
"What?" said Cat, smoothing his suit down tentatively, "You think I'm going near him? He's crazy!"
"We have to try sir!"
"You try! Don't come crawling to me when he's hacked your arms and legs off and is making you do the cancan whilst playing a banjo and balancing a frog! Coz I won't help you!"
Rimmer shakily waddled back over. "He's… he's gone bad."
"It's the poison sir! If only we could get the antidote…"
"Stop talking!" Lister shouted, "You don't deserve to talk! You don't deserve to live!"
"What the smeg are you talking about?"
"You… you killed..." Lister's voice cracked, "you killed my friends." His face contorted with grief and anger, "I won't let you get away with that."
"Oh god, this is a bad day." Said Rimmer rubbing his head.
"Tell me about it!" Cat said, "First he tries to kill us, then I found out we're already dead! And we killed ourselves! I'm confused!"
"Shut up!" Lister's fury was getting the better of him. He punched Cat squarely in the jaw, sending him flying backwards to the rows of fish.
"Whoo yeah!" they shouted, clapping and jeering, "Give him the chair!"
Cat squealed, "Bud! Look what you've done!" He fingered his chin, "This is so the wrong shade of purple!"
I'm afraid it didn't stop there.
Lister smashed Cat in the stomach, bringing him to his knees. Cat tried to speak, but he was too winded. He keeled over onto his side.
"Sir, you must stop this!"
Not bloody likely.
Lister picked up the bazookoid, using the heavy metal as a battering ram. He lunged forward, sweeping Kryten off his feet. And squishing about twenty fish in the process. So at least some good came out of it.
He stopped for a moment, regaining his breath. His head was aching, and every time he breathed his chest felt oddly restricted. Lister coughed. The metallic taste familiar. There was blood in his mouth.
What had happened? Why was he like this?
He frowned as a spasm of pain jolted through his head. He staggered slightly, looking at the last GELF ahead of him.
Or… wait… was it a GELF?
For a split-second he thought he saw Rimmer, standing with a look of pure fear on his face.
He squinted, "Rimmer?"
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Okay, I think this is gonna be the last chappie for a while… I think…
Boogle x.x (Big poohead who ate my chicken)
