BornAndTorn 8 Even More Bugs And A Queen

After waking up, the first thing I after checking the empty area was checking up on my body the best way I could. Because my mobility was still quite sluggish, seems like it is still under the influence of the paralysis-inducing toxin. After checking every inch of my body I found several inconsistencies. During and following the events after my struggle against the mutated goldfish, I have not taken the time to check out my body. Quite sad that having attached limbs was enough for me in that situation. On my forehead, I felt remnants of their holy power carved deep into my skin. It seems to be a word in a foreign language. This stigma did not hurt at all, but if I start to recall the sensation of holy power. The stigma begins to shine brightly. Even if it invokes some kind of shame in me, I still can use it as a source of light in this dark cave, that I am currently inside of. In comparison, the state of my left leg is much more severe, besides it still being broken in several places, there now was a bulge on it as well. This bulge is pulsating in an ordinary and calm fashion. Yet if its touched it retracts and it feels quite squishy and many small pebbles can be felt beneath my skin.

Suddenly I had a bad feeling about this and a thought came up inside my mind. There is a possibility that I am used an incubator for the queen's offspring. Luckily the contamination only affected my left leg at the current moment. My right arm and left hand did not show any kind of bulge, though they were still either broken or dislocated therefore still not in any way of use.

Just lamenting my fate, was not magically increasing my odds of survival so, I embark on my journey to get out of this den, if possible in one piece. Crawling forward ever so slowly, I try to avoid the bugs as much as possible. But the strangely I did not encounter any of those bugs. It was as this den has died out. Feeling curious I start to use my light source to check my surroundings.

The result was quite unexpected, the way ahead of me was covered with the corpses of many creatures I have not seen any bugs alike. They had similarities to extreme moles and small bats.

Feeling the hunger that my body has subconsciously suppressed till now, i crawled towards the dead bugs and eat what was left of their corps.

Judging by the relatively still fresh state, they have not been dead for too long. Because their flesh had not started the decaying process. The further I ventured the more b.l.o.o.d.y the battlefield got. Bugs and moles were left in pieces, some were missing their eyes, some their limbs, it was a truly gory spectacle. After reaching the end of the path, I saw a different bug much smaller than the rest, that had its back half ripped off, it died surrounded by the warrior bugs. This must have been the queen. Judging by the fact, that I was placed in a safe hideout, I can a.s.sume, that inside of me, those bugs are their last hope. I am too young to be a dad.

I am not sure whether or not I am still in danger, because I have not seen any kind of mole creature on my way to this spot. This means the risk is quite big, that once I leave this kind of den, I might encounter those vile sp.a.w.ns that will shred me into pieces once they catch me.

I had to make a painful decision, in order to maximize my current survival potential I need to be able to move my right arm again. Therefore I begin to search for any kind of s.p.a.ce, where I stick my right arm into and to make it stuck in there. After searching for a while, I saw 2 stalagmites standing relatively close to each other. I put my arm there and bound it together with my umbilical cord.

After checking several times, whether my construction was working or not. I finally started my first try, shifting my weight onto the opposite side I began to grunt and try to force my shoulder into the right position. I had to stop after several seconds because the feeling off my right arm was unbearable. At least for the current me.

After being stuck inside this position for several minutes, I try it yet again, but this time I tried to move beyond the point and just used every ounce of a body. With a loud whale and a loud crack, the shoulder came into the right spot.

After this ordeal, I promise myself, for all that things that I consider holy. I will never do that ever again. That was a promise that was not meant to last forever. That promise will be broken sooner or later.

After removing my umbilical cord, I started to move again and I have been on the lookout for those strange moles. But after my successful treatment of my right arm, my crawling speed doubled and I was not forced to take as many brakes because my left arm was about to have spasms.

Out of the ordinary, I could feel several strange vibrations from under me. Connecting the dots, I prepared for the upcoming fierce battle. Suddenly there was no vibration anymore. After seconds that seemed to last for an eternity. A mole launched itself onto me, using my arms I redirect his force and let him fly over my little head.

It looks at me in utter confusion, currently wondering what this strange being is doing in the den of the bugs den they just had eradicated. Though after a short a.s.sessment of the situation, it licked his lips and began to pounce onto me.

Let me see what destiny has in store for me.

"Don't worry with a name like "Call me Daddy2" you only can win", said the Observer currently sounding a bit too happy.

I take back what I said, the Observer wants me dead.

I hope I manage to survive, so I can tell him what kind of special existence it is to me.

"Oh, how kind, besides you, happened to forget that I can read your thoughts again or?

Just for this short moment i could forget about all the trouble bothering me.

Thank you. I replied before the fight against the mole finally started.