Chapter Two: Vibrations
I chewed slowly at my graceful claws, unaware of the damaged I was inflicting to them. To be honest, I felt a little stressed; I had just sent Locke into that airship unarmed, and hadn't even revealed the whole truth to him yet. Casting a look at the rather fashionable clock situated about my bedroom, I realised it had been an hour since he last contacted me. The fool had probably gotten himself killed, the fool! I jumped from the groovy yellow stool I was sitting in and headed over to the mini-bar by the bed. It was a lovely bed, I thought, as I lay down on its silken sheets as I swigged from a miniature bottle of gin. It was queen-sized, and had seen many a good night.
Thinking that I might as well try to make contact with Locke, I groaned as I reached for the pink handset radio on the bedside cabinet. Hitting it into life, I started shouting down the receiver again.
"Oi, Locke!" I cried, angrily. No response. Idiot! He's probably sleeping, or dead. Throwing the radio on the floor, I ground my teeth in anger. Things were not going to way I was hoping. I sat up on the bed and fumbled for my familiar cigarette holder. Placing another of those expensive, high class cigarettes at the end of the holder, I lit it eagerly and inhaled with ecstasy. I decided to reflect on what had happened over the last few weeks. It hadn't been pretty, that's for sure.
Upon the Falcon, my duties were pretty simple. With the help of Relm, a young girl who didn't actually draw half-bad stuff, I kept the ship maintained both visually and beneath the hood. Together, we worked well; the airship looked absolutely fabulous, and it would sell for a pretty penny if Setzer decided to get rid of it one.
"Ah, Setzer…" I moaned, wistfully. He was so charming, and to see him reduced to such a state. I just prayed that Locke would succeed in my plan. I dragged yet again on my cigarette, wondering what I should do. Nodding my head slowly, I knew what had to be done. I quickly jumped up from the bed, swaying heavily as I got to my feet; the cannabis in the cigarette was making me woozy, for sure! Without hesitation I threw the doors to my large, yellow wardrobe open. Flinging clothes here and there, I found the perfect outfit and jumped inside the wardrobe to get changed in privately.
Stepping out of the closet, I glanced in a mirror which was situated nearby; I looked wonderful! I wore a yellow waist jacket with a red ribbon tied at the back and matching yellow shorts. Grabbing my clutch bag, which contained a Colt .45 and a heap of bullets, I ran for the door, locking it behind me.
"If you want a job doing…" I sighed, walking along the path which led away from my private mansion in the hills; the Falcon was not far parked away, so it would only be a thirty minute walk. I took time to admire the flowers in the sunlight as I skipped merrily down the path, clutchbag in tow. Pulling out the Colt .45, I practiced drawing it as I wended my way through the twisting path. Eventually, I reached the Falcon, and holstered my gun. With my most meanest look, I opened the airlock and stepped inside, lighting a cigarette slowly as I did so.
Within the airship, all was quiet. My heart beating fast as I grew scared of the darkness. As I crept around the corner in the corridor leading the cockpit, my radio sizzled into life. Letting out a little shriek, as the radio had startled me a little, I pulled it out of my waistcoat pocket and placed it next to my ear.
"Locke?" I shouted down the receiver; I simply assumed it was him, as this was a private radio. "I've been trying to contact you for 20 minutes!" Angrily, I crushed the cigarette out on the receiver, hoping the sound would scare him a little.
"Sorry; I had a little trouble." Came a laughing reply; that bastard! How could he have the audacity to laugh at moi? I then realised what he had said. "Oh, God." I whispered, rubbing my soft face with my even softer paws. I knew what had happened; he could never resist a pretty face.
"You let her out of her room, didn't you?" I sighed, as angrily as I could. "You idiot."
Turning the radio off, I slid it into my pocket and turned back, heading in the direction of the bedrooms; he'd get it for sure. On the way there, I heard a noise from within the kitchen… it sounded like screaming. Not sure what I should do, I froze for a second, continuing to light up a cigarette as I thought. Thinking there wasn't much I could lose, I drew near to the kitchen door, revolver in hand. The screams were louder now, and it sounded like two different women. Whatever they were doing, it didn't sound nice. Acting without hesitation, I kicked the door down and jumped in the room, brandishing the huge gun in my paw. Opening my eyes, which were shut with anticipation, I saw in front of me Terra and Celes, wide-eyed and staring at me in shock.
They were both badly beaten, with black eyes and bruises covering their pale skin. Terra's hair was wild, with bits of food stuck in it. Celes looked even worse; a certain someone had hacked off her hair clumsily with a bread knife a few days ago.
"Mog?" Terra shrieked, as she stood in fear. She held a large axe close to her flat chest.
"Freeze bitch!" I shouted, aiming the gun at her head. "Just drop the axe and raise your hands!"
"Oh, please." Celes laughed, drawing closer to me; without hesitation and a small smirk on my face, I let out a shot in her shin. I know it was a little cruel as she was supposed to be my friend, but she had always annoyed me somewhat. She fell over as she screamed in pain, cupping her destroyed shin in her hands; she attempted to stop the bleeding as she breathed heavily. Terra started laughing as Celes ripped her dress and wrapped it around her leg.
"Don't be like that." I sighed, facing Terra. "You're next you know, if you don't do as I say."