Chapter Three: Two Dead Taxonomists
Patrick has just finished transforming into a tiger, and just attacked the two taxonomists with so much force, that he had to pin them on the ground. He hesitated into eventually killing them, but their shock wave pistols wounded his left limb, so he had to do it.
Now, he transformed into a human being and crawled into hiding as his senses told him that there are reinforcement taxonomists nearby. He breathe very carefully so as not to make a noise.
"Quick! Here!"
The voice of the taxonomists were eerie, and it feels far more dangerous than the shock wave pistols. He wanted to transform into a cheetah and get out of the scene right away, but the taxonomists might think he was the enemy and may shoot him immediately so he decided to stay.
All he was thinking was to master the agreement. Because he had to. His imagination must be clear, noble, and full of adventure. His literary sense must not leave him. He must be alert to the best of his abilities.
"Here they are! Dead!"
The voice of the taxonomists were loud, determined and full of pain. But they cannot show it. The Scientific Charter prevents any person's emotion into manifesting, and it is punishable by death. Emotion must be cured and hidden immediately.
He's just hoping the rest of the proctors have done the same way. They only have no hope left but the agreement. Everything must be in perfect timing.
He cannot wait any longer, so he must move with haste.
He now trasformed into a rabbit, and he was proud of his imagination. A picture paints a thousand words, anyway. He hope this makes the news. The other proctors are listening, of course. They are watching.
They will return.
x------x
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Now, he transformed into a human being and crawled into hiding as his senses told him that there are reinforcement taxonomists nearby. He breathe very carefully so as not to make a noise.
"Quick! Here!"
The voice of the taxonomists were eerie, and it feels far more dangerous than the shock wave pistols. He wanted to transform into a cheetah and get out of the scene right away, but the taxonomists might think he was the enemy and may shoot him immediately so he decided to stay.
All he was thinking was to master the agreement. Because he had to. His imagination must be clear, noble, and full of adventure. His literary sense must not leave him. He must be alert to the best of his abilities.
"Here they are! Dead!"
The voice of the taxonomists were loud, determined and full of pain. But they cannot show it. The Scientific Charter prevents any person's emotion into manifesting, and it is punishable by death. Emotion must be cured and hidden immediately.
He's just hoping the rest of the proctors have done the same way. They only have no hope left but the agreement. Everything must be in perfect timing.
He cannot wait any longer, so he must move with haste.
He now trasformed into a rabbit, and he was proud of his imagination. A picture paints a thousand words, anyway. He hope this makes the news. The other proctors are listening, of course. They are watching.
They will return.
x------x
This Chapter is brought to you by The Body Shop UK.
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