Artemis Child

Monster Earth Ch8

   The air was filled with a sweet smelling breeze. I being the most creative person in the group, I helped the village produce far better creations than they have seen in maybe decades. I might be bragging, but their bows shot further and with more precision, their knives cut deeper and were more efficient at carving sensitive materials from what they were hunting or cutting up.
  The queen let me have my own forge to be built by my friends. It was like I was getting the royal treating, but I didn't get to see them much, just what they had been making. There still was this emptiness to what we were doing. Personally I didn't know about what we would be doing if we hadn't been here in this village, probably still fighting things out in the wild of this new world. I felt at ease right now, but how everyone else felt was still to be discovered. "Excuse me..." I said to one of the high queen guards that watched me as I worked some metal ore into a ingot form. One of the guards was wearing new metal guards that were plated to be flexable for their catlike lower bodies, their fur clashed against their tatted skin that emerged from the ruff of fur that overtook their midsections. "What is it?" One asked their accent a slightly different form of the other normal guards or villagers. "I was wondering when could my friends come up here with us to this place?" I asked working my material less and less before stoping to look at the guard. "The others are not allowed up here anymore. War chief's orders." The guard said before standing still again looking off in a guard trance. I put the material down and removed the hide apron I had made to protect the new clothing that the high queen had tailored for me. The material was as soft as petals, but sturdy like armor. It was like a dress even though I don't like them, it was what was the only easy thing to make for the tailor. Dark maroon with silver vine like threads in random patterns sparked my interest in this outfit.
  "Well I'm going to go see them." I said but the guard blocked the door. "I'm sorry, you can not leave." The guard said firmly. "I'm not going to stay here, the queen let's me roam." I snapped trying to move around the guard. A weapon handle thruster hard against my chest pushing me back significantly. "War-Chiefs orders." Was said more firmly than before.
  "Don't start with me." I said with warm orange flames climbing up from my forearms. I missed the black flames, but this intimation would have to do. "Please. I cannot allow you out today." The guard insisted taking a defensive stance.

   The cold dark room laid before my eyes as I opened my eyes to being underneath this clear viscous material. My left arm was sticking out of the container through a small hole in the wall that was having a bit of my shoulder sticking through it. What ever they set up to prevent the material from getting out was working, the wall hugged my side like I had no left arm at all. The material was breathable, I must have been adjusted to it while unconscious, but my lungs hurt slightly, must not be used to such a heavier material than air.
  My hip was tied down with a glowing rope like previously. My neck probably had the same rope since I could feel something below my chin and tied behind my ears. The voices above the material were all garbled but they looked down from time to time. One Centuaride looked like they were someone wearing a Centuaride blow up Halloween costume.
  The costume one gave me a wink and I realized who it was. The God being from before. "MeGrucho!" I said in the material as loud as I could. The Centurides looked down and grabbed something out of view.
  They poured a bucket of more materiel with the electric slugs from before. Sparks rippled through the green goo and coursed through my whole body. The lightning arced towards my left arm. I could feel tingling somehow in my left finger tips.
  Cartoon lips showed up on the inside of the tank near my left side. "Pst it me, MeGrucho! I'm gonna helpa you out bucko." The high pitched being said in my ear.
  There was suddenly a mirror on the ceiling, I could see what they were doing to my arm. Three Centurides where trying to open my arm to get the blade out but didnt have good enough tools to open it up.
  MeGrucho proceeded to shake my hand like a businessman. Then started playing rock paper scissors with my hand. For some reason he picked rock when my hand was in a paper like form. He cursed himself the cartoon mouth muttering whispers of upset words in my ear.
  Then he unscrewed my metal arm like a light bulb and threw it behind him like it meant nothing to him. He slapped some glowing blue device on the place where it detached from my hand. It felt like a syringe piercing my veins to draw blood, but he moved on to do something with my arm before giving it to the War-Chief. The blue blade sprang to life out of my detached metal arm.
  The walls of my tub tank opened up coating the floor with the goo. I gasped for air coughing up the excess goo from my lungs. It came out my mouth and up my nose with a burning vengeance as air tried to take its place in my lungs.
  "Use him in the event." The chief said walking off with my arm. "Ba-ast-ard" I said with coughs of material coming out. "Give it-" the material dribbled down my face and body. "-back." I tried crawling forward by my body wasn't used to switching from a viscous material to oxygen yet so my motor controls were sluggish. My vision doubled and crossed back and forth as my heart was racing faster than my lungs could keep up causing me to pass out slightly coming to a second later but starting to passout again. The thick atmosphere of this earth still able to effectively render me useless.