Sorry for the extensive wait people, but at last here it is, Chapter 2!
Mulchs feet pattered lightly on the floor as he made a quick silent dash for an old fractured peice of metal jutting out from the wall. He pressed his back upon it and breathed in as a slig charged past, headed towards terminal seven. The silent alarm had turned into a full scale alert alarm, with several sirens moaning and large bulbs at every corner, blazing red and yellow streaks of light across the wide corridors of the depot. Mulch leant out from the metal and checked down the corridor. Clear. He set off down the walkway, quickly and quietly, when from around the corner at the end of the terminal, a slig slid out clutching a gun. Mulch froze, and could only dive to the side as the slig let out a low hideous cackle, then pulled back the trigger of his gun. Bullets splintered the floor beneath Mulch, stone and dirt flicking up around his face. A bullet brushed his abdomen as he landed heavly on his side, covered only by the brew vender he had been loading this morning. The slig carried on firing, puncturing dark wide holes in the machine, and making Mulch curl tightly up into a ball. It cackled again, then began to make his way towards Mulch. The slig marched forwards, getting closer and closer, his feet scrunching on the the churned up floor. The mechanised ball and socket joint was the only thing Mulch could hear, probably the LAST sound he would hear. He suddenly heard it go silent, and he looked up to the see the slig towering over him, gun in hand. He braced himself in wait for the bullets and pain, but instead, there was a hollow click, followed by another, then another. The slig looked down at his gun, baffled.
"What?" It said. Mulch couldn't quite believe it - the slig had run out of ammo. Taking this opportunity like a ball of solid gold, he hurled himself at the slig, knocking it to the floor. He rose to his feet quickly, then set off down the walkway. "Freeze!" The slig squawked, cramming a magazine into his gun. Mulch slid round the corner quickly, just as a spray of bullets ripped apart a wooden signpost to his left. In all the happenings of the past few moments, he had not noticed the small wound on his stomach, and as he approached the master door leading to terminal 1, he suddenly doubled over in pain, clutching his wounded belly. He ambled through the door, then along a flight of staris, before coming to another door, which he opened, only to find himself face to face with another slig. It raised its gun at Mulch, and was about to put an end to the escapee workers life, when it stumbled forwards and fell head first down the stairs. Behind him stood Mikey, with a rather proud look on his face. Mulch pasued for a moment, and looked Mikey in the eye.
"What are you doing?" Spluttered Mikey, "the whole place is looking for you!"
"Do you not think i already know that?" said Mulch pushing his way past Mikey. The other Mudokon stood back.
"Mulch wait, im coming too." He shouted. Mulch skidded to a halt, before looking back at Mikey who was still stood in the doorway.
"Well come on then!" He replied, before setting off down the corridor. Mikey dropped his cloth, then sprinted away down the corridor in hot pursuit of his friend.
The main terminal doors were up ahead, now only a few dozen meters away from Mikey and Mulch, in seeing this, the two Mudokons put on a sprint, slamming into the doors, nearly sending them flying off their hinges.
They were now in a large room, with a chandelier swaying precariously above them, several sofas and a large electronic board with all train times for the day. The first one which caught Mulch's eye was a train leaving in 5 minutes, cargo only to the dumping grounds, in the far East. They would have to rush though, seeing as it had already finished loading, the train would be setting off any minute now! Mulch set off down tunnel Five towards the correct platform. Mikey saw this and swiveled round, before setting off after Mulch, who was now already on the platform, with the train just up ahead. The loading bridge had been removed, so there was now two platforms, with a large chasm between them, the second was a small step onto the train. Mulch leapt forward, making the jump easily, before scampering into the front bay, the only place where passengers could go on a cargo only journey. He looked back, expecting to see Mikey right behind him, but instead there was about sixty feet between them. Mikey was running flat out, and as he made the jump, Mulch saw why - there were half a dozen sligs chasing him, all guns in hand. Mikey went to make the jump but hesitated slightly, and due to this he didn't quite make it, his only lifeline being a slender metal bar where the loading bridge usually connects to. Snatched onto it with both hands, before looking up at Mulch.
"Help!" Squeaked Mikey, "im slipping!" Mulch stopped. The sligs were getting too close, or where they? Mikey was getting desperate, and had begun squirming, to try and clamber onto the platform. Mulch was about to lean out, when he thought to himself, what if they shoot? But Mikey was his best friend... But was it worth risking his life?
No, he decided. He leant back into the carraige, and slowly closed the door.
"Mulch! No! Help Me! Hel-"
There was a sudden crackle of gunfire, followed by a slience so quiet, that it made a shiver run down Mulchs spine. Mikey was dead. The train slowly began to rumble away, shrugging off the sligs best attempts to kill Mulch. He sank back into a small chair, thinking about what he had just done. he could have reached Mikey easily, but he had been so bothered about saving his own skin, that he had forgotton that only a minute or two ago, Mikey had saved his. He felt a wave of shame float across his face, and at that moment, he wished that he was dead instead.
Mikey was dead, and it was his fault.
Last edited by alf's brother's mate; 08-08-2008 at 12:22 AM..