Chapter 1

I know all Sligs are totally bad and everybody hates them for killing Mudokons and stuff like that… But did you ever consider that they don't have a choice?

This particular story is a Slig's story. By reading this story may change your total opinion of Sligs. If not, I don't know what to think of you…


Monday January 1st

I am a Slig. I don't know my name, as I don't get one. We are called numbers as in, 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10. My number is 15, which is really strange as this is my lucky number. I don't have any friends as they all think I am really weird, I don't like killing…

It just comes over me as a lightening bullet; I can't bring myself to kill things. It's just too hard! Whenever training is on I fake that I have a cold or I have lost my pants or something like that. One time I nearly got killed for that. My teacher got fed up with me, now I think he expects me to show up…

We are the slaves I think, not the Mudokons… But why did the Glukkons have to enslave all of us. Really Mudokons and Sligs are the same, both enslaved, both not knowing one-day after another…

Beep, beep, beep, beep…CRASH!! That's another alarm clock smashed on the floor, must go to the market square and get another one after work. It's 4:00am time to get up, shower and put on my pants and get ready for work. I just stand around all day, with a gun in my hands and pretend to look urgent to kill, and walk up and down in circles all day. I look out my window of my little chamber and mutter to myself, "Why am I doing this?" I thought that was a stupid question, I even knew the answer, because I have to, after all I am a Slig.

"Hey! Sligs get over here NOW! Stop laying around doin' nothin' and get over to the reporting room!!!!" The Glukkon says over the loud speaker, the words enter my mind, but don't really bring any hope at all, actually none at all. As I get ready I hope when I report to duty, I look on the notice board and nothings there, and hopefully NO training sessions, (Then I have to fake a broken leg…) I approach the notice board… My heart jumps with joy! There are no training sessions for the rest of the month… But what's this? A Wanted sign… This has never happened before! A Slig approaches me, and says something to me; he looks young, like me?

"Hi there!" He says timidly. 

"Hello, what's your name? Mine is 15!" I say to him.

"Ummm, I'm 14! I must have been born before you. I don't remember my birth day, do you?" He says. 

"I think it was the 14th of December, I don't really know, but I suppose it doesn't really matter." I finish.

"Oh." He sounded a bit disappointed after that.

Changing the subject, I said, "What's this sign up here, the wanted sign. Nothing like this has ever happened before!" I finished.

"Yeah. I wonder what…" 14 was cut off by the horrible hissing of the Glukkons horrible voice…

"Hey! Sligs I told you to report 15 minutes ago! If you are not here, death."

"We better hurry now 14!!" I started running, gripping 14's arm as I went. He ran quickly and soon we were there. 

General Dripik stood on a large platform, a stage really. He looked very important, (obviously!). 

"I have an announcement to make Sligs." He said shortly. What could it be? Is someone getting a promotion? I know that 110 has been working hard for a promotion? But I don't think he would have called a big meeting just for that…?

"As you all have probably seen, a wanted sign on the notice board. A Mudokon has escaped. A floor cleaner in fact." He stopped there. Ooooo's and Aaaahhhh's filled the room. Dripik looked pleased. But secretly to myself I thought, "Good on you Mudokon, come and rescue me, please…" I knew it couldn't come true but there was still hope in me…

"This little Mudokon should be captured soon, his name is "Abe" and any Slig the captures him will get a promotion, and $1000000 reward. So get killing Sligs. Impress me!" He went away.
14 shivered.

"Are you cold?" I asked.

"No." He answered shortly.

"Well then what's wrong?" I asked concerned.

"Nothing." He said.

"Are you sure?" I said. 

I was trying to get something out of him, even though he didn't want to tell me…

"Well, O.K. I'll tell you!" He said.

He sounded annoyed…

"Well, please don't kill me, but I don't like killing…" 14 whispered.

"Really??? I'm the same!" I said.

"Cool, someone id finally like me!" 14 said.

From then on, it just happened. 14 & 15 were always together.

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