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Authors: Jessica Garland
should never give up. General V’Sevolid is a great soldier. He defeated those monsters once. Sure he will defeat them again.”
“What am I going to do now?” Bonita sobs.
“You will have to go with us.”
“Go… where?”
“Look, the Canivuurorians seem to know where you’re now. They’re coming. Let’s go to the valley and hide.”
“No, I don’t want to hide. You guys go. I’ll stay.” She thinks for a moment and then stands up. “They come for me, right? I’ll leave. Then they will not give you trouble.”
“Bonita, you’re our guest. As the tribe tradition, we will protect our guests with our lives.”
The conversation goes on for another twenty five minutes with no conclusion. Finally Thornken decides that they will stay for now. But Savior and his guys will keep an eye on those Canivuurorians.
Day by day, more guys bring back the bad news: The Canivuurorians are coming.
And they are moving fast !
The unbearable itch of his poisoned leg has driven Zaak into the ice cold sea water. All he wants now is to kill himself.
His free-stroke is excellent. Within minutes, he is far away from the shore. He knows that he has to exhaust himself before his body can sink.
“Fuck! FUCK!”
He swings his arms and kicks his legs with all his strength. The damn army training has given him a strong body. He can easily swim for a couple of hours.
But the fucking itch is driving him crazy. He doesn’t want to swim any longer. He wants to drop down like a rock and leaves the itch behind.
After about twenty minutes, his leg turns numb. The water is so fucking cold that he can barely feel anything, itch or otherwise.
Then, gradually, he begins to feel some relief. Yes, relief! His limbs are moving in harmony. His mind flies back to the time he won the long distance armed swimming. “Good job, Zaak.” The captain hit his chest with the fist.
Holy fuck, no more itch!
He is so pleased to find that the ice-cold water is the cure for his itch. He swims back to shore, enjoying every stroke. “Uh-huh, Bonita, I’m alive. Wait for me.” He raises his arms high, tossing huge kisses to the sky. “God, thank you, thank you, thank you!”
He tumbles on a huge pile of seaweeds. “Fuck!” He kicks hard, cursing. After a few moments, he feels some itchiness comes back. Heck, what the fuck is going on?
He sits down on the seaweed pile and raises his hand. Wait. He stops his hand mid-air because he doesn’t want his scratches to produce more itches. Thinking for a few moments, he picks up some seaweed to scratch his leg. Oddly, anywhere it touches, the itchiness disappears right away.
Amazing! So fucking amazing!
He looks at the weeds with great care. They are pretty thin. The edges are rough. It’s the kind no one wants to eat. But hey, this is the magic cure for the deadly Komodo Cipta poison!
He sits down, grabs a huge pile of the magic weed, and scratches his leg hard. His rough face is occupied by a huge, huge grin.
He stands up. But his leg feels like a piece of wood, being absolutely out of control. He drops down to the mud. “Fuck!” He has no idea how long it takes him to recover.
Maybe a couple of weeks? But can Bonita wait for that long? He looks at the sky, shaking his head.
“Elowen, come n’ catch me.” A young man is running on the beach.
“Dagon, wait for me…” A girl is calling from behind, not far away.
“Watch out, there are monsters!”
“Dagon, that’s not a good joke.” The girl stops running. She bends down, gasping hard.
“Ouch, a ghost!”
“Dagon, you don’t scare me a bit.” Elowen stands up and runs to Dagon. “Aaaah… Ghost!” She runs back and then tumbles to the ground.
A huge arm is holding Dagon. The dim moonlight reveals a frightening, monstrous frame but nothing else.
“Oh, no,
“What am I going to do now?” Bonita sobs.
“You will have to go with us.”
“Go… where?”
“Look, the Canivuurorians seem to know where you’re now. They’re coming. Let’s go to the valley and hide.”
“No, I don’t want to hide. You guys go. I’ll stay.” She thinks for a moment and then stands up. “They come for me, right? I’ll leave. Then they will not give you trouble.”
“Bonita, you’re our guest. As the tribe tradition, we will protect our guests with our lives.”
The conversation goes on for another twenty five minutes with no conclusion. Finally Thornken decides that they will stay for now. But Savior and his guys will keep an eye on those Canivuurorians.
Day by day, more guys bring back the bad news: The Canivuurorians are coming.
And they are moving fast !
The unbearable itch of his poisoned leg has driven Zaak into the ice cold sea water. All he wants now is to kill himself.
His free-stroke is excellent. Within minutes, he is far away from the shore. He knows that he has to exhaust himself before his body can sink.
“Fuck! FUCK!”
He swings his arms and kicks his legs with all his strength. The damn army training has given him a strong body. He can easily swim for a couple of hours.
But the fucking itch is driving him crazy. He doesn’t want to swim any longer. He wants to drop down like a rock and leaves the itch behind.
After about twenty minutes, his leg turns numb. The water is so fucking cold that he can barely feel anything, itch or otherwise.
Then, gradually, he begins to feel some relief. Yes, relief! His limbs are moving in harmony. His mind flies back to the time he won the long distance armed swimming. “Good job, Zaak.” The captain hit his chest with the fist.
Holy fuck, no more itch!
He is so pleased to find that the ice-cold water is the cure for his itch. He swims back to shore, enjoying every stroke. “Uh-huh, Bonita, I’m alive. Wait for me.” He raises his arms high, tossing huge kisses to the sky. “God, thank you, thank you, thank you!”
He tumbles on a huge pile of seaweeds. “Fuck!” He kicks hard, cursing. After a few moments, he feels some itchiness comes back. Heck, what the fuck is going on?
He sits down on the seaweed pile and raises his hand. Wait. He stops his hand mid-air because he doesn’t want his scratches to produce more itches. Thinking for a few moments, he picks up some seaweed to scratch his leg. Oddly, anywhere it touches, the itchiness disappears right away.
Amazing! So fucking amazing!
He looks at the weeds with great care. They are pretty thin. The edges are rough. It’s the kind no one wants to eat. But hey, this is the magic cure for the deadly Komodo Cipta poison!
He sits down, grabs a huge pile of the magic weed, and scratches his leg hard. His rough face is occupied by a huge, huge grin.
He stands up. But his leg feels like a piece of wood, being absolutely out of control. He drops down to the mud. “Fuck!” He has no idea how long it takes him to recover.
Maybe a couple of weeks? But can Bonita wait for that long? He looks at the sky, shaking his head.
“Elowen, come n’ catch me.” A young man is running on the beach.
“Dagon, wait for me…” A girl is calling from behind, not far away.
“Watch out, there are monsters!”
“Dagon, that’s not a good joke.” The girl stops running. She bends down, gasping hard.
“Ouch, a ghost!”
“Dagon, you don’t scare me a bit.” Elowen stands up and runs to Dagon. “Aaaah… Ghost!” She runs back and then tumbles to the ground.
A huge arm is holding Dagon. The dim moonlight reveals a frightening, monstrous frame but nothing else.
“Oh, no,
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