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Mick finished shouting up at the fucking wolf that'd pitched him off the edge and kicked the column with one of his clawed feet then stalked away from it. He couldn't believe that had happened, no way the mewling pup had taken him out of the game. He turned back to shout something else and paused, the spooky bastard was up there on the platform with the wolf!

"CHEAT!" He screamed, shaking his fist at the ferret, "Fucker was getting help from the game master!" He started back toward the column then spun around to glare at the other two losers approaching him. "Back off, both of you... that fucker was getting help from the game master all along! I am going to give them a piece of my mind."

"Chill dude," the panda said raising his hands and taking a step back, "Seriously, you think the Dark Knight would let anyone cheat in here? I don't entirely understand everyth...." Mick had his hand around the panda's throat before he could finish the sentence, hissing into his muzzle as he pulled him close and squeezed.

"I told you to back off... I am going to give the spooky fucker a piece of my mind... I do NOT lose; I won't let that pansy of a dog kick me out of the game."

"Hey...." the dalmatian started but cut off as he got glared at, satisfied that the cur would stay in his place Mick turned back to the stone platform, squeezing the panda's throat and hissing as he found the pair looking down at him. A quick check showed him the mouse and the monkey were also watching the three of them and that's about when he noticed the figures moving across the courtyard. There were about eight very tall creatures closing in a circle about him and the others and they were the oddest beasts he had ever seen.

Their bodies were a mixture of black chitin armour, joined together by faintly highlighted metallic blue segments that seemed to flex and shift as they walked. With oddly jointed legs they moved with a peculiar gait, partially crouched with their knees behaving in odd ways that were hard to follow. Mick couldn't read their body language as they walked which was disturbing if he was going to have to fight these fuckers off. They had long, narrow torsos that supported two sets of arms, the upper ones ended in claw tipped hands whilst the lower set of arms ended with a pair of serrated chitinous blades. From what he could see of them they appeared to have large thoraxes instead of tails and their necks were quite short and reinforced with chitin and mostly protected by their torso armour which thrust up in a series of dark spikes along the line of their shoulders. Their blank, expressionless faces were really unnerving. They had no real mouths to speak of, no noses, just a pair of multi-faceted green eyes that glowed with an emerald light and a very long pair of antennae that twitched gently above their otherwise blank and identical heads.

Their chitinous armour seemed to shine, it didn't really reflect the light, it just seemed to gleam and as they got closer Mick started to feel a bit worried, they were big, bigger than him and he was outnumbered. Releasing the panda's muzzle he dropped into a crouch and eyed the other two. "You two, back me up, we'll take these things down between us, just watch my back!"

"Yeah..." the dog growled, flicking his whip like tail back and forth, moving to stand off to one side, supporting the lizard, "I am not going back in that fucking storage goop.... filthy stuff plays with you all the time."

"I really don't think that's a good idea," the panda started to say, moving away from the reptile and dog. He backed into one of the approaching bugs and yelped as it gripped him in its arms. Staring in shock at how fast the creature moved the reptile watched as it turned its segmented body in a weird way and deposited the red panda behind the ring of advancing bugs. It quickly re-joined its brothers as they moved with an implacable nature toward him and the dog but he wasn't about to stand there and let them start things. He nodded at the dalmatian and the pup seemed to get the idea and they both leapt forward at once to strike out at the nearest pair of creatures! Their unspoken plan was simple, break out of the ring and get away from them but the bugs moved with unholy speed! Mick managed to slam his fists into the nearest insect things chitinous chest knocking it back. He lashed out with his solid tail, cracking one of the bugs in the knees as it tried to assist its companion and leapt free of their encircling forms. He hesitated for a second as he saw the pup go down.

With a lightning twist of its body and arms the bug the dog had tried to push past had gripped his elbow and span him sideways into the waiting arms of the bug to its right. Struggle as he could the powerful arms of the insect closed over the dog's chest and lifted him up off the ground as three of them started to close in around the boy.

"Sorry kid," Mick shouted and took off as quickly as he could across the courtyard, he didn't look back even as the boy started to scream and curse. He was on his own, he'd done what was needed and given Mick a distraction. The sound of clawed feet pounding the stones behind him told him he was being chased so he ducked his head and ran full tilt toward the nearest opening out of this courtyard. He'd get lost in the depths of this place, find a good place to hide and when the time was right he'd get his revenge and show them who was really in charge. Charging through the large archway into the tunnel beyond Mick started to laugh, he'd done it, he was home free now, all he had to do was get out of this corridor and....

His train of thought was interrupted as something smacked him in the muzzle and he fell onto his arse with a heavy thump, cracking his head on the floor. Groaning and trying to pick himself up Mick rubbed at his muzzle and blinked to try and clear the purple spots from his vision. Reaching out with one hand he felt a rough stone surface and slowly started back to his feet, feeling up its length as his eyes adjusted to the gloom. It was a brick wall, hidden about five feet into the tunnel... the thing blocked the entire breadth of the corridor and as he stood there trying to comprehend what he was seeing the bugs caught him! In the darkness he stood no chance, three of them were on him in seconds, grabbing him by the arms and tail, hoisting him into the air! He kicked and cursed, clawed at them with his feet but the best he managed to do was score their chitinous armour as he was carried bodily back out into the light of the arena. Growling and hissing at the weird black insects he snapped and tried to bite their antennae as he was manhandled. Their claws gripped his scaled body like vices however and they just shifted their heads with swift little movements to keep their antennae away from his teeth. They dumped him on the ground near the fighting pillars and when he tried to lunge up and break away from them one of them kicked him casually in the stomach. The force of the blow almost made him throw up, he heaved and sank onto the ground with a whimper, doubling up and clutching his gut.

"What... what do you.... fucker.... ugh!" He never finished the question as something sticky started to spray over his back. Looking up he found three of them had turned and were pointing their large, bulbous thoraxes at him and were spraying him with an icky black liquid. "You... stop nnnggh..." he cut off and whimpered as he tried to get up but the fourth bug kicked him in the stomach again. By the time he got his breath back and tried to move he found he couldn't, the resin they were pouring over his back was already growing sticky and tight, restricting his movements as it gummed up his body, sticking his legs together and solidifying to hold him against the floor.

Groaning and struggling against his bonds Mick couldn't resist as his head was pushed down by the bug in front of him. His whole body was forcibly shifted into a foetal position with his chin tucked in against his chest then a moment later that sticky resinous goo was pissed out over his scaled head. He took a deep breath and tried to hold it but his situation was helpless. The quick drying resin started to solidify about his body, the oncoming stream from the four bugs built up atop the half solid goo, layer upon layer burying him in a deep, dark cocoon. There was no new air, he was stifling, his breathing coming in short sharp gasps, his vision clouding as something weird in the resin started to penetrate his brain and make his thoughts wander. It was a sharp, tangy scent, rich but with a quality that made his throat burn. It was coming from all around him and as the cocoon was sealed completely, all chinks and gaps to the outside world closed off Mick realised there was no space at all for him to wriggle. The resin had flowed into every nook and cranny around his folded body and filled the space between the ground and his scaled stomach. Some small part of his mind was starting to panic, he was going to suffocate, going to die buried under this solidified plastic and yet he realised it had filled his nose, he could feel two thick plugs buried deep into his nostrils and slowly he realised that somehow that burning, tangy scent was keeping him alive.

Mick tried to move, to wriggle, to do something but the plastic held him, its grip slowly tightening, pressing in against his body, the pressure slowly building. He screamed silently as he felt his skin and flesh twisting, buckling under the pressure. His bones grated and then in one intense moment of sharp pain everything seemed to crack! Yet... death did not come for him, the heat was painfully intense, filling his mind with a powerful fire that seared away his thoughts. He was vaguely aware of the resin melting along with his body. Except for a hard outer shell the entire cocoon was now filled with a dark, gooey mess and somehow he knew that it was him and that the worst was yet to come. Thoughts were starting to invade his mind, whispered words and growled commands, a welter of alien images and desires. He tried to resist but there was nothing to resist with, his body no longer existed. It had been reduced to protoplasmic goo that was being reshaped, the components of what he had been reused and rebuilt and his mind was being taken along for the ride. Slowly, step by step he could feel himself losing his grip on things.... his mind was no longer truly his own. The dark images, the whispered commands and controlling influence of the buzzing, alien thoughts were growing louder and he was being pushed deeper, disconnected from everything even as he felt the gunk that had been him starting to solidify into new shapes.

It was on the peripheral of his awareness however, his attention was focussed on the new mind emerging from the welter of psychic energy and thoughts that had been him... it was blank though, there was nothing there that was even remotely like Mick. Disconnected, all he could do was scream silently as this new mind emerged from amidst his crumbling memories. He was being forcibly ripped away from all that had made him unique and special. His strength, his attitude and personality stripped away as the essence of his life was pulled apart and reused to create a mindless automaton. This creature was to obey, was to live out its time as a senseless, mindless, obedient lap-dog. To walk and fight and loom and guard, the tiny remnant of his being that had been left was shown with precise cruelty just what his life would be like from now on. He was allowed to watch and listen, feel and see the new mind as it took shape until with an electrical feeling wrench he was cut off from it completely! The buzzing chorus of its brothers entered his mind, shutting away everything but the will of the hive and their dark overlord and master. Mick was pushed deeper, reduced to a whimpering, cowering, screaming buzz in the depths of this new forms mind... he was nothing, he had been reduced to nothing. He couldn't remember anything other than he had once been something, he had no name, no memories, nothing remained but the single thought that he had once been more. As long as the humming, buzzing, chattering chorus of his brother's minds was mixed with his, he would never be anything again!