I took a deep breath. ‘Hoy! What’s his face!’ I hollered. Chief Ex man turned towards me. ‘I’ll talk. But only if you take off that mask. I can’t talk to someone I can’t see. It creeps me out! I don’t care if you’ve shown me once who you are. Take it off.’ That would keep the conversation going a while. I was sure that he would not take off his mask and argue against removing the mask. ‘They’re going wild out there, they won’t care if you’re—’Read more "Out of the Chocolate Box (71)"
I whacked the plate scattering strings of pasta, or what looked like strings of pasta, over the floor, wall and his mask.
The Chief Ex peeled a spaghetti noodle from his mask. ‘What did you do that for?’
‘How do I know it’s not Boris food? Magellan maggots and some poor human’s blood and flesh?’
A few minutes later I heard a scream. ‘DADDEEE!’ Then a cry. ‘NOOOO!’
An alarm rang throughout the complex. Screams, howls, and gunshots echoed left and right of my room.
‘What?’ Kirk slid onto a beanbag sized cushion as if he were God’s gift to a galaxy full of females. ‘Cat got your tongue?’
He jumped up, stretched and flexed his muscles. ‘I won’t bite.’
That’s not the story I got from Boris.
The other guard dropped my arm. He groaned. Then he staggered to the middle of the room. He stiffened, keeled over, slamming his face on the floor. Blood oozed out under the mask. My, that melon stuff was powerful!Read more "Out of the Chocolate Box (66)"
After some time being tossed around, the vehicle came to an abrupt halt and I banged my head against the metal back of the driver’s seat. I fell. I tried to stand. I keeled over, hitting my head on the floor.
‘Urgh,’ growled some being that sounded like an ape-man. He grabbed one arm.
‘Urumph,’ another ape-man grunted. He gripped my other arm.
They pulled me out so that my toes dragged on stones. The air stank of rotting cabbage.
‘Yes, the IGSF are coming in to help with the rescue—hurry, we haven’t got much time.’ Driver grabbed my hand. ‘We have to go to meet our officers. We have to show them where the mutants and morphans are hiding.’
We hurried up the three rickety flights of stairs leading to the outside.
I had an uneasy feeling about my dream. It seemed just a little too real, like I’d lived it once. Must be a dream.