Tuesday, October 1, 2013

Goo stories #3

            Where am I? My head hurts so bad. The pounding headache made my eyes water. Bed? 
            The soft pillow under my neck felt like a strange contrast to the metal chains around my arms and legs. I could once again smell tuna. Everything was still.
            I blinked the spots from my eyes. What's going on? 
            A low purring noise from behind alerted me that I was not alone.
"Goo, where—" The voice deepened and gained a sharp quality. "—are you, my foolish friend?" Each vowel sounded as if someone were grinding cooking knife across a fry-pan.
            With my chest heaving, I found it hard to breath.

Next: Part 4

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