"HOG Muk" Proto. . . Sneak Peek ! ! ! !

i was scared and he knew it, a "smile" crept on the the face of my adversary. right as he bring's the rock down to meet my head i dodge the blow grasping at the rock for a hand hold.
 
the only thing i grasp is that flat object i had stubbed my toe on. not noticing my hold on the "handle of what ever was stuck in the rock, he raises it again for another attack. as he pull's the rock toward's the sky, my hold on the handle stop's him mid stride. he yell's then pull's even harder against my grasp, lifting me from the forest floor. as i raise up, i try to get back on my feet.
 
pulling on the handle for leverage. all of a sudden the rock releases it's death hold on the object. i catch myself and fall to one knee, while the alien stumbles backward's. as he does, he trip's bringing the rock down on his ribcage. a loud crunch sounds as he and the rock meet the forest floor.
 
stunned i gaze at the scene for what seem's hour's, but was a mer moment. his coughing bringing me back to reality. rising to my feet i walk over to were he lay's.
 
as i approach, the coughing really start's to get bad. while looking over him our eye's lock. if you have ever been in a situation like this you know what i'm getting at. then he look's at my right hand, as do i. it's then that i notice there is a knife in my hand.
 
he reaches for me to come closer, feeling no threat i do. he grab's the blade of the knife gently, mimeing something as he does. i then notice that he's jestering toward his chest in the same fashion of a death blow. similar to what went on at the gladiator game's.
 
as he motion's, his eye's plead to me. being a fellow warrior, i understand and knee beside him. we both remove the rock from his chest. he them grab's my left forearm, and motion's the deathblow again with the other hand.
 
saddly i do as he wishes. the life slowly seep's from his eye's, and he grow's still. removing the blade i clean it without even looking at it, sheathing it in my coat pocket. i cover him with rock's, using the shiny one as his head stone.
 
i work my way back back to the truck. driving home i recount the event's in my head. as i walk in the house the war department kisses me and put's her hand on my side. she pull's the knife from my pocket and say's "were did you get this?". i say well it's a long story, that's when i get the "look".
 
i tell her what happened to me in the wood's. the whole time time she never move's or show's any emotion. i finish my tale, and look at her waiting for a response.
 
she take's a deep breath, and put's her hand's on her hip's while still holding the knife(oh boy here it come's). she say's "if you want to buy a new knife you don't have to make up some ridiculos story about alien's and and space rock's, are you drunk!? you are aren't you! well the basement need's swept, and you can fold the towel's while your down there." she flip's the knife at me and storm's off into the living room, leaving me with an ice cold look. for the first time i look at the knife, curseing under my breath. she yell's "what did you say!!". i answer nothing and go down stair's to do my chore's.
if i hadn't stubbed my toe on the mucking rock none of this would have ever happened.

mucking space rock!!!
 
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