Something I chugged out at after school one day, in about twenty minutes. As of yet, it is a onesie unless I get reviews (hint, hint) begging me otherwise.
Disclaimer: If I owned this, they wouldn't be penguins.
Glasses askew, arms tied painfully behind his back, Kowalski is dragged through a dimly lit hallway, two camo-clad grunts on either side of him. He feels an aching dull pain from his bruised ribs as he drifts in and out of consciousness, disjointed images and sounds creating a confusing, almost surreal sequence of events. Two men talking, money and weapons exchanging hands. Millions? Who would spend millions for him? But then the comforting darkness would come and he would slip into a place of painless silence. For now.
The next time he was in his right mind the scene had once again changed. He awoke with a start, taking a moment's pause to seek what had jerked him out of sleep. The realization came slowly.
He was...comfortable.
'Well, as comfortable as one can be with bruised ribs, a concussion and several abrasions on my legs from being dragged by those brutes.' But still. He was warm, dry, with the pleasant buzz of pain-killers being dripped into his body by a patient I-V. Whoever had tended to him obviously knew what they were doing. Which made him wonder who his captor was.
'A rebel leader? Another, if less morally inclined scientist? Russian? Islamic? Korean?'
After a few days of drugged bliss he was able to regain some of his composure, sitting up in bed to see how his wounds were doing, searching in vain for his glasses, cursing himself as he burnt his finger trying to turn off the lamp at his bedside. By the third day of wakefulness he became restless.
And hungry.
Despite eating very little at mealtimes, three days (assuming they had fed him while drugged) was pushing his patience to the limit. For the first time since he had awakened, the drugs were no longer shielding him from his hunger or the pain of his wounds. After a day and a half of writhing in obvious pain and discomfort, some finally appeared. A rather sickly-looking old man in a filthy lab coat, peering at him almost leeringly.
In a raspy, quiet voice the "doctor" instructed an unknown person in the doorway.
"Restrain Dr. Kowalski, would you please?"
The two grunts from before grabbed his arms before he could react, strapping his arms with leather bindings to the bed. A long needle, filled with a yellow liquid, glints in the light as the doctor measures the correct dosage.
"Now, Dr. Kowalski, this won't hurt a bit. We can't have you causing problems on the way to your new abode, can we?"
The old man's patronizing tone echoed in Kowalski's ears as a slight prick send him falling into the depths of the darkness. This, unlike it's predecessor, was fitful sleep, full of night mares and angry vision. And the awful feeling of foreboding. Like something was coming. Something far worse than he could ever imagined.
That's all lovelies, try not to kill anyone on your way to submit a review. BTW, pictures of what I think Dr. Kowalski and the gang look like with be posted on my profile, if I get at least 5 reviews that is...