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jeriendhalHad a remarkable moment of free time at work and a burst of creativity, so I managed to scribble down this bit on a pad and type it in this morning. Enjoy.
* * *
Okay, perhaps the sensible thing would have been to toss my hood back and say a hello. But I have to admit it was a little more personally satisfying to hear his scream of pain as I bit down hard, snaring his fingers between my fangs. Compton let out a yell and snatched his hand back. I was more than happy to let him. Trust me, he tasted awful.
While he was still yelling I struck low, landing a knee in his crotch. Unfortunately he turned out to be a cautious fellow. It was my turn to yelp as my knee bounced off his athletic cup.
The bully boy moved in as I danced backwards, feeling the tractor anchoring me to the wall tug at my ankle. I tried to land a punch, but he dodged and shoved his forearm hard against my throat. At least my damned collar gave me an advantage here. The blow should have crushed my esophagus, but the collar took most of the blow. But even with that, my head slammed against the bulkhead and my chin was forced upward as my hood fell back.
“What are you doing here, fuzzy?” Compton snarled, clutching his wounded hand under the opposite armpit.
“Just... enjoying the view...” I gasped.
Over my comlink, I could here Snarli Ali's voice call out, “I found her! I turned off your restraints, meet us back at the dock!”
Now she lets me loose!
“What are you doing out here?” Compton began to demand again, then his face screwed up in rage as he realized what was going on. “The Red Vixen!” he shouted. He slapped the goon on the shoulder. “Leave him to me! Go check on Gunnar and Pippi!” The goon ran off and Compton pulled out his pistol, aiming it right between my eyes. “I thought you were the Red Vixen's pet.”
“Her bodyguard found me after you left my stunned in the middle of the corridor, and decided to make me play lookout while she made a daring rescue,” I said quickly. “It's really not my...”
And that's when he shot me.
* * *
When I woke up...
What? Of course I woke up. I'm narrating this silly thing, aren't I?
Well, maybe not for much longer.
As I was saying, I woke up pretty as you found me at the beginning of this mess. Ie: hogtied in an station airlock. I would have complained about the police manacles that Compton had added over the Red Vixen's jewelry set, but I was too busy trying to keep from throwing up after the second point blank stun blast I'd received in the past twenty-four hours.
“You awake, fuzzy?” Compton asked over the airlock's com speaker. It as loud enough to send another spike of pain up into my brain pan, and I only keep my lunch down with a manly effort.
“Not so loud if you please,” I begged. “I've got a bit of a headache.”
There was a squeal of feedback over the com as Compton laughed. Ow. “Yer gonna have a bit more to worry about in a minute, boyo. “That bitch in skank's clothing got away from me, and Lady Margo is gonna want answers.”
I wept for him, really. On the other hand, it did give me an opening. “If she's going to want answers, wouldn't it be best to keep me alive for questioning?” I noted.
“Answers from me, boyo. You're just leftover baggage,” Compton replied. “The only question you need to worry about now is whether you want me to pump the air out nice and slow, or just pop the hatch open and let you fly off into space?”
Let's see, slowly choking to death from hypoxia or having my lungs burst and boil from a sudden pressure drop. Such fun choices. “I'll go with you popping the hatch,” I finally said. At least that would be quick.
“Slow it is then,” Compton said. There was a click as he switched off the com. Bastard.
I heard the whine of the air pumps start and in after about fifteen seconds my ears popped as the pressure began to drop. A few seconds after that I was starting to hyperventilate as I desperately tried to catch my breath, stars floating in front of my vision.
The pumps stopped, and there was a loud hissing as sweet, wonderful air was released back into the chamber. My headache hadn't improved with my brief dance with asphyxiation, and I'm not too proud to admit my temper was fraying just a little. So I hope you understand when I snapped, “Quit being a Mother Goddess damned jackass and get it over with!”
“If you insist,” came a honey sweet and most welcome voice.
“Ah, belay that,” I said quickly. There was a rather longer than comfortable pause and then I added, “No hard feelings?”
“What, you mean about you trying to weasel your way to freedom and letting me get captured?” the Red Vixen asked coolly. “Believe me, Ali was not happy to hear about that when I told her. She was actually feeling sorry for leaving you to get caught by Compton before I explained everything to her.”
TBC
* * *
Okay, perhaps the sensible thing would have been to toss my hood back and say a hello. But I have to admit it was a little more personally satisfying to hear his scream of pain as I bit down hard, snaring his fingers between my fangs. Compton let out a yell and snatched his hand back. I was more than happy to let him. Trust me, he tasted awful.
While he was still yelling I struck low, landing a knee in his crotch. Unfortunately he turned out to be a cautious fellow. It was my turn to yelp as my knee bounced off his athletic cup.
The bully boy moved in as I danced backwards, feeling the tractor anchoring me to the wall tug at my ankle. I tried to land a punch, but he dodged and shoved his forearm hard against my throat. At least my damned collar gave me an advantage here. The blow should have crushed my esophagus, but the collar took most of the blow. But even with that, my head slammed against the bulkhead and my chin was forced upward as my hood fell back.
“What are you doing here, fuzzy?” Compton snarled, clutching his wounded hand under the opposite armpit.
“Just... enjoying the view...” I gasped.
Over my comlink, I could here Snarli Ali's voice call out, “I found her! I turned off your restraints, meet us back at the dock!”
Now she lets me loose!
“What are you doing out here?” Compton began to demand again, then his face screwed up in rage as he realized what was going on. “The Red Vixen!” he shouted. He slapped the goon on the shoulder. “Leave him to me! Go check on Gunnar and Pippi!” The goon ran off and Compton pulled out his pistol, aiming it right between my eyes. “I thought you were the Red Vixen's pet.”
“Her bodyguard found me after you left my stunned in the middle of the corridor, and decided to make me play lookout while she made a daring rescue,” I said quickly. “It's really not my...”
And that's when he shot me.
* * *
When I woke up...
What? Of course I woke up. I'm narrating this silly thing, aren't I?
Well, maybe not for much longer.
As I was saying, I woke up pretty as you found me at the beginning of this mess. Ie: hogtied in an station airlock. I would have complained about the police manacles that Compton had added over the Red Vixen's jewelry set, but I was too busy trying to keep from throwing up after the second point blank stun blast I'd received in the past twenty-four hours.
“You awake, fuzzy?” Compton asked over the airlock's com speaker. It as loud enough to send another spike of pain up into my brain pan, and I only keep my lunch down with a manly effort.
“Not so loud if you please,” I begged. “I've got a bit of a headache.”
There was a squeal of feedback over the com as Compton laughed. Ow. “Yer gonna have a bit more to worry about in a minute, boyo. “That bitch in skank's clothing got away from me, and Lady Margo is gonna want answers.”
I wept for him, really. On the other hand, it did give me an opening. “If she's going to want answers, wouldn't it be best to keep me alive for questioning?” I noted.
“Answers from me, boyo. You're just leftover baggage,” Compton replied. “The only question you need to worry about now is whether you want me to pump the air out nice and slow, or just pop the hatch open and let you fly off into space?”
Let's see, slowly choking to death from hypoxia or having my lungs burst and boil from a sudden pressure drop. Such fun choices. “I'll go with you popping the hatch,” I finally said. At least that would be quick.
“Slow it is then,” Compton said. There was a click as he switched off the com. Bastard.
I heard the whine of the air pumps start and in after about fifteen seconds my ears popped as the pressure began to drop. A few seconds after that I was starting to hyperventilate as I desperately tried to catch my breath, stars floating in front of my vision.
The pumps stopped, and there was a loud hissing as sweet, wonderful air was released back into the chamber. My headache hadn't improved with my brief dance with asphyxiation, and I'm not too proud to admit my temper was fraying just a little. So I hope you understand when I snapped, “Quit being a Mother Goddess damned jackass and get it over with!”
“If you insist,” came a honey sweet and most welcome voice.
“Ah, belay that,” I said quickly. There was a rather longer than comfortable pause and then I added, “No hard feelings?”
“What, you mean about you trying to weasel your way to freedom and letting me get captured?” the Red Vixen asked coolly. “Believe me, Ali was not happy to hear about that when I told her. She was actually feeling sorry for leaving you to get caught by Compton before I explained everything to her.”
TBC
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Date: 2013-08-10 05:16 pm (UTC)