A/N Takes place sometime after the season 1 end. I dunno when, maybe a year.
That Depends
Paul struggled, sliding across the cold linoleum on his back, trying to break free of the death-grip on his leg.
"Let go!"
He shouted at the person who was dragging him, his voice enraged, frustrated. Scared.
"And if I don't?"came back the reply, amused.
They both knew, him and the damnable ant-eater, Antibus, that at that moment, Paul could do absolutely nothing, and it pissed Paul off to no end. Paul turned his head, seething. A quiet chuckle floated over him.
"Didn't think so"the words in the chuckle said.
Grinding his teeth, Paul relaxed every muscle in his body, letting the giant ant-eater drag him along like some kind of devilishly handsome rag-doll.
He thought about what had happened a little over half an hour ago. He had been minding his own business, terrorizing the trauma patients with the last of his powers before he had to go back to that stupid tank to recharge. He had been screwing with a little kid when he heard a deep growl and felt hot breath on the back of his neck. The next thing he knew, he was being dragged by his rival and enemy to who-knows where! It was embarrassing.
There! Antibus's giant paw had loosened around his ankle, ever so slightly. Paul acted immediately, bucking his body and pulling his leg back simultaneously, trying to get it out of Antibus's grasp. At the same time, kicking out at the same time, trying to connect to the creature's… hand, paw, whatever. It was all in vain, however, as Antibus simply jerked on Paul's leg, pulling the body higher than Paul intended and sending him crashing down onto the hard floor. The wildly kicking leg was easily caught and subdued by the free hand, and transferred to join the fate of its pair in the other giant fist.
"how did I know you were going to try something like that," sighed Antibus.
Paul just stared up at him, the hit his head had taken during the scuffle leaving him a bit dazed. For a few minutes, they proceeded in silence, Paul, brooding all the way. Finally, he spoke.
"Where are you taking me?" he demanded.
silence
"Where are we going?" his voice a little less sure.
silence
"What are you going to do with me?" downright scared, now
silence
"Antibuuus!" Paul practically screamed, terrified of his captor's refusal to speak
"Well," A soft chuckle,
and Paul's legs are abruptly released, freeing him, but not for long. Before Paul had a chance to move, to escape, or even think about it, he was being pinned to the ground. It was Antibus, and it wasn't. Gone was the fur, the snout, the claws. In place was a lanky human boy. Black hair, pale skin, leather coat, black outfit. The only thing was the eyes. You can't change eyes. The youth looked at the form under him, trying to escape from him. It was amusing. He smiled, and leaned in closely to Paul.
"that depends" he whispered into the other boy's ear.
Paul stilled. "On what?" he asked, nervously.
Soft laughter filled the corridor as Antibus drew back a little to see his captive. Paul, apprehensive, nervous, scared? Yep, definatly fear there. Paul, so jaded in some things, so childishly innocent in others. Antibus's smile grew.
"You" he whispered