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Running. Panting. The hunt was on.
He sprinted through the halls. He wasn't quite sure where it had taken him, but it was dark.
And it was quiet.
He stilted his heavy breathing. The thick, hot, heavy pants eventually tampered down into a hushed breaths. Thin streaks of moonlight shined through dirty windows; it just barely lit the hall as he stared into the pitch blackness that was the other side. It was hard to even see his hand in front of his face, but that made it all the more fun.
Then came the silence.
Either he had cotton in his ears or his pray had decided to try and muffle it's footsteps. He stopped. Then perked up; he was listening for the slightest movement, the quietest creak in the floor boards, the the most muffled shuffling. It felt like hours had gone by and it probably had. But that was just fine. He was patient. Suddenly there was a crash on the right side at the other end of the hall.
Bingo.
He dashed to the corner, ready to ambush his next meal. His stomach hadn't taken over. Not yet. Either ways, hunger was seeping through into his thoughts and he could feel his insides begin to whine. But he knew what he was doing. He was aware of every single second.
Crash.
He ran smack into the wall.
Brushing himself off, there was a crunch under his feet. The prey had tricked the predator. It knew he couldn't see. It threw a vase at the other side of the hall to throw him off; to trick him and give itself time to get away. But he wasn't giving up that easy.
He made a swift turn, and continued to pursue the fine piece of flesh.
It wasn't long before he could hear a second set of footsteps. He sped up, panting once again as sprinted towards the sound. Soon the two passed a window, the moonlight showed just how close Flug was to his catch.
Thud.
It was the prey's turn to slam into a wall.
It was a dead end. His prey searched desperately for a way out, anything that would give it another chance to run. But there wasn't any. It was the end of the road. Flug had won.
He cornered it; heavy breaths from both parties filled the space. It closed it's eyes in a small prayer, excepting death. It threw it's arms up as Flug lunged forward. He sunk his teeth into the forearm flesh. A short lived scream came from it's throat as he immediately withdrew and it's arm as it fell from the pain; it was still screaming as he tore it's throat out, vocal cords and all. Which really helped quiet the prey. The whole ordeal had taken only a few seconds. Flug swallowed the chunk of throat after a few brief chews before going back to his meal and eating the arm meat.
It hadn't quite died yet, it was more of just sputtering and choking on the ground while losing blood fast, yet somehow he had torn a large strip of meat off the arm and finished it. Mmmm. The meat always tastes the best when it's fresh.
But the feeling didn't last though.
Suddenly there was yelling; flashlights shone through the window. Muffled, yet hurried footsteps rang through the old house. They found him. He was in a corner, there was nothing he could do, except wait. Flug sunk down in defeat. They were there; they shined lights in his eyes. Their words became clearer.
"KILL THE BEAST!"
"LOOK AT THE MONSTER!"
"Is that thing part cow?"
"KILL IT!"
"FREAK!"
"Oh my God! It killed someone!"
"COW SKIN!"
Suddenly there was laughter. Flug didn't know where he was, he didn't want to. But he did know that the laughter was getting louder.
Where was he again?
The laughter was getting louder.
He was...in a building...it...
The laughter as getting louder.
Was he at school?
The laughter was getting louder.
But...no...it was old and dirty...
The laughter was getting louder.
Wait...
"COW SKIN!"
He was at school.
It all made sense; the voices, the names, and the laughter. It never stopped. It's never ended. Just louder. And louder. And. Louder.
"Aww, look! It's crying!"
He was. Tears rolled down his cheeks. Suddenly there was a pain in his stomach and he stumbled backwards into wall.
"...no..." Flug choked out. He was kicked again. He wasn't sure if they didn't hear him or just didn't care. From past experiences, he guessed it was the second option. Someone grabbed him by the shirt and lifted him into the air.
"Did you think you could get away from me, cow skin?"
"J-Johny...?" He forcefully rammed Flug into the wall.
"Say it again."
"..." Johny dropped him and delivered a low blow to his nose.
"SAY MY NAME!"
"J-J-Joh-" Another hit.
"No stuttering!" Flug gasped panted.
"Johny!" He picked him up again, but this time by the hair.
"Good. Now, stand." He dropped him again, then stepped on his right foot. Flug stood with trembling legs.
"Now, play dead." Johny hooked the left side of his face, Flug fell to his knees then he kicked him dead in the chin. Flug fell down. There was no point in protesting; he was much stronger than him. If he stayed still for long enough, he'd go away. He had to go away.
He closed his eyes.
Just play dead.
"Choke him!"
A voice in the crowd,
"Choke him!"
Can become the crowd quickly.
He could feel fingers rapping around his neck.
He was in the air. He couldn't breathe. It happened so fast. The chanting was becoming dull. He could see Johny's face with no expression, but even that was becoming blurred.
Even so he didn't fight back. If this is how he dies, at least he wouldn't have to deal with the voices anymore.
And then it was all over.
Flug burst to life in his seat; gasping for air. It was all a dream. This is why he hated sleeping.
He was shaking all over, and could feel something cold and wet on his cheeks. Apparently, he was crying in his sleep. Flug looked around, he was still in the plane. He must've fallen asleep there. Wait a minute, what was the time?
Oh shit.
He rushed down the out of the room, slamming the door behind him. He was in the lab about two minutes later. He quickly finished his latest project's outline, the Snap Trap, and began (then finished) another idea outline: The Tab. It was a small gun, tiny enough to keep in your pocket, that shot out tiny bullet. Inside the bullet was a small tracker, so you can track and "keep tabs" on your all of your archenemies. All in hopes of not being scolded so harshly that he'd go pass out.
It took a grand total of about 2 hours to complete all of this. Before rushing to his boss's office. With a hurried, and louder than he intended, knock. His hand had barely left the door when it swung open to reveal a pissed and frankly confused Blackhat.
"Sir! I'm sorry for the delay! I-I have the blueprints for my next two inventions and I can probably finish the first one by tomorrow! I promise this will never happen again and-"
"Flug."
"I just need your approval and I can start the both of them, I'll do my best to finish the second one in two days, t-tops! Well I can push it to-"
"Flug."
"And so it might sound a bit st-stupid, but I assure you that'll work! The first one will be a little tougher to construct though I'm fairly confident that I can finish it quickly if I skip my breaks and lock Dem out of the lab and-"
"FLUG!"
Flug quickly shut up. God, he was so dead!
"Will you please shut up for a single second?!" His voice laced with annoyance. He quickly nodded his head waited for the screaming to start.
"Now. What are you rambling on about?"
"My latest i-i-inventions, sir."
"Inventions? As in more than one?"
"Y-Yessir."
"How long have you been working on them?"
"T-Two hours, s-sir."
"Two hours? Did you not go to sleep like I told you to?" He was incredulous.
"What? W-Wait what time is it?"
"About 7 A.M., doctor." Damnit, out of all the things he did after waking up, 'check the clock' was not one of them. Blackhat rubbed his temples and sighed.
"I can never figure out what's going on in that head of yours, doctor. You humans don't do so well without sleep as I've seen before and I will not have you dying on me. So will you please not spend every waking moment in that lab of yours and get some rest." Blackhat was tired beyond belief of Flug and his inability to understand that the simplest concept of sleeping. His voice was dead flat; he really just wished he would do what he told him.
"But, isn't that what you do, sir?" Damnit! Why did he say that?! Was he that sleep deprived?! If Blackhat wasn't going to kill him before, he definitely was now! Flug shook. Blackhat stared at him with a deep scowl on his face. Blackhat wanted to scold him for talking back, but nonetheless, Flug was right. Blackhat hadn't slept since he got back to the office. Even if he didn't need it, sleep was nice and took a little stress off him.
"Alright, you've made your point." He growled out. Blackhat had nothing to say. His tone was angry, a bit annoyed, and a little frustrated, too.
"Just...go to your room. Get some sleep. And meet me in my office in two hours. Am I clear?" Flug was confused. Why didn't he just tell him to get back to work? But before he could respond, the door was slammed in his face. Leaving him to follow orders and go back to his room.
This was gonna be a long day.