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Chapter 2

Bentley had never moved this fast before in his life. He jogged quickly and almost noiselessly through the nearly abandoned prison. He constantly cast nervous and concerned glances at the unconscious Sly. Their friend had bled so much that Murray's arms were heavily coated with his blood. Murray grunted and huffed with exhaustion as he ran baring the weight of his injured chum and an incapacitated guard on his shoulder. Then finally, Sly, himself was continually drifting in and out of consciousness. If his friends had not been so concerned with keeping out of Interpol's sight and finding Sly medical attention, they may have noticed that something had changed about their friend. Sly's eyes were fluttering open and shut as he was slightly jolted by Murray's uneven but light run. His eyes were now glowing a pale yellow and, though it could not be seen because of the yellow haze, they were roaming in a haphazard way. His eyes darted from one figure to the next. Everything was covered with yellow to orange colored haze. There were individual bright gold lines that outlined everything. But that did not help much when it came to seeing distinct objects or shapes. Sly could not decipher one shape from another as all the gold lines shifted and changed constantly. The world had become swirling mass of yellow, orange, and red that was really no better off than being blind. Sly finally moaned in frustration.

"What's the matter, Sly?" asked a concerned Murray.

"I can't see!" wailed a distressed Sly. Murray looked down at their once competent leader who now lay in his arms dying and blind.

"Bentley! Sly's getting worse! How much further, little buddy?" he asked. Bentley looked at Murray then pointed silently at an old abandoned building that used to serve as an infirmary for the prison. It was a story tall and gothic in appearance. The brown titles on its almost flat roof glistened with the rain that coated them. Bentley rushed forward and opened the door on the cellar entrance installed into the stairs leading up to the bridge that lead to the prison's main gate entrance and motioned for Murray to come on over. Murray ambled over and slowly descended the stairs being careful not to jostle Sly into anything. The stairwell descended into a maze of hallways that were damp and dripping water. The moldy smelly of the moist brick was over-powering. Finally, after Bentley located a map mounted on one of the walls, they discovered a long stairwell that descended into complete darkness and seemed to disappear. Murray could then hear Bentley gulp in fear. But then the turtle spied a nearby torch and motioned for Murray to get it for him. Murray adjusted Sly in his arms so that he could grab the torch, then he handed it to Bentley. Then the foursome descended the stairs. The stairwell descended into a wide medical room. Although it looked way out dated on the exterior on the inside, it was very modern and clean. There were twelve total beds, six lined up on each side. Murray laid Sly on the nearest bed to his left. Then at Bentley's instruction Murray positioned the dozing wolf guard on the bed farthest from the entrance on the right side in the corner. He then used the straps to tie down the guard like the doctors would strap down mental patients. He then took some medical tape given to him by Bentley and bound the wolf's snout shut. They did not need the wolf howling and alerting the other guards to their current hiding place. Once he was done, he looked up to see Bentley scurrying about preparing to do whatever he could to try and save Sly. Once he was ready, dressed in scrubs, and all his instruments were in place he used a Sevoflurane gas to knock Sly out before he began his work.

"Hey, Murray! Hand me one of the packs of blood I laid on the top shelf of the fridge." asked Bentley. Murray went to the large meatal refridgerator pulled it open and removed a pack. He them tossed it gently to Benley who laid it on a table next to Sly's bed. Bentley looked down at his friend sympathetically. Bentley was trying to decide where he should start with this operation that may or may not save Sly's life. First, his eyes fell on Sly's head… there were a couple of small cuts on his face and a few bruises but nothing more serious than that, other than a long gash that careened down the left side his face and over the flesh above and below his left eye but there did not seem to be any damage to the actual eye except for some bruising and swelling. But, he was more concerned with the damage he could not see. If Sly's complaint of blindness was not physcosematic or temporary blindness caused by shock, it could be an indicator that Sly may have some kind of head trauma that could be life threatening if not treated. But Bentley would probably never know until Sly woke up again or he somehow got his hands on a CAT Scan or MRI machine, both of which out of the question at the moment due to time. He continued to skim down the front of Sly's body making mental notations of the various injuries along the way. He paid pretty close attention to the huge lacerations in the top half of his arm and the dislocated shoulder. He also mentally deduced that Sly had a couple of fractured ribs, because of the extreme bruising he observed and the fact that there wasn't any noticeable broken flesh or protruding bones on his friend's torso when he lifted up Sly's shirt. Finally, as his eyes roamed to his friend's broken right leg, he instinctively hissed and gulped. There was already a bright blood red spot forming on the crisp white sheets from his bloody and mangled leg. Bentley nodded to himself as he decided that this was his starting point. If this wasn't patched up soon, Sly was done for… he would bleed to death. Bentley was so wrapped up in his thoughts that he nearly jumped out of his shell when Murray turned on the faucet at the far end of the room opposite Bentley and Sly to wash the blood off of his hands. Bentley sighed as he got his nerves under control and picked up the Angio catheter, tourniquet, alcohol pads, blood, and IV tubing needed to start an IV for Sly and started to work…

While at the sink, Murray was deep in thought as he watched the water cascade down his arms, turn a dirty red as it mixed with Sly's blood and flow down the drain. Once he was done, he turned off the faucet then reached into the cabinet above his head and pulled a towel down. Then the hippo started drying off his arms. His arms were now back to their true purple tint but the psychological stain of his friend's blood would never completely wash off. That spider… she caused all this mess… but then again they would not be here if it weren't for that backstabbing Neyla. She had duped them all including Inspector Fox. Murray silently hoped that Inspector Fox was all right, although she probably wasn't doing much better than they were. The more he dwelled on the tigress's betrayal, the angrier he became until he let out a frustrated growl. Bentley looked up at the noise and stated tersely,

"No offense pal, but if you can't keep quiet go walk around the ward or something. I need to concentrate, okay?" Murray turned to his friend and nodded apologetically. Bentley when back to work repairing Sly's broken leg. He had already finished cleaning up the wound and had managed to realign the bones in Sly's leg. The actual breaks were clean breaks so there were no chips of bone that needed to be replaced. He lifted up his head and called to Murray, "Murray, look over there in that sterile cabinet and, make sure you are wearing clean gloves, reach in and get those two steel rods and bring them over to me." Then Bentley backed away from the operating table and turned to a nearby wall locker and opened it up to reveal various screws, a bone drill and saw, and some medical wire. Bentley reached up and took the medical wire off of its shelf before shutting the door with his shell and a metallic clang. He laid the wire on the metal tray next to the bed just as Murray came over with the rods. As Murray sat down the rods, the wolf guard began to stir. Bentley raced over to the corner where his crossbow lay and threw the weapon to Murray while quickly instructing him on how to use it. The hippo then made his way to the trapped guard and took aim and applied just enough pressure to release the latch holding the bowstring in place. The wolf then started as if scared by something before collapsing, unconscious once again. Then Murray ambled over again to Bentley giving the empty bow back to its creator. Bentley sat the weapon in the corner once more and scurried back over to the operating table. He reached for one of the medium-sized rods and laid it against Sly's tibia. He then motioned for Murray to use the medical wire near his end of the operating table.

"What do I do with this?" asked Murray. Bentley absent-mindedly instructed his friend on how to wire the rod to Sly's leg so that it would stay in place until the bone was finished healing. Murray nodded and started to work. While Murray was completing that task, Bentley walked back to the top of Sly's head. He eyed the tank with the Sevoflurane gas in it before hiting the release button on it to give Sly another dose of the anesthetic before turning to the massive gash on his buddy's head. He turned back to the surgery tool table and picked up some gauze and moistened it with some alcohol from a nearby bottle. He then started to dab at the gash, cleaning away the dirt and blood. Bentley could see that the gash ran deeper than it initially looked. But it was not deep enough to warrant staples. Bentley laid the dirty gauze aside and picked up a needle and some thick medical twine. He measured off a substantial amount of thread and cut it using some sheers. He then spent a few moments fiddling with the instruments as he tried to guide the thread through the eye of the needle. Once that was accomplished, Bentley lined up the two ends of the thread and tied the two ends into a knot. He then turned to Sly and placed his hand on the start of the gash and squeezed the flesh together. He ignored the blood that seeped out of the gash and positioned the needle next to the start of the laceration then pushed the needle through until it came through the other side of the cut. He then pulled the thread on through until the flesh was pulled tightly together. He repeated this quick procedure over and over again until he finished stitching together the first half of the gash on the left side of Sly's face. Bentley then cut and tied off the thread and took more gauze and wiped away stray blood. He put the needle to the side and opened Sly's swollen left eye to make sure there was no damage to the actual eye. At first, Bentley did a double take… Sly's eye was glowing yellow but then the eerie pale light seemed to disappear as soon as Bentley noticed it. Bentley shrugged the odd occurrence off as a trick of the light. There was no noticeable damage to the eye so Bentley restrung the needle and continued stitching up Sly's face. Once he tied off the last stitch, Bentley put away the needle and thread and checked the status of Sly's health. Their friend was still breathing with the help of a machine and his heart rate was good.

"It will all be over soon, buddy." Bentley reassured the sleeping Sly. The turtle continued doctoring on all the various cuts on the raccoon's face and bandaging them. Bentley took a shallow dome and placed it over Sly's bruised, plum-purple left eye due to its injury so that Sly won't be able to ruin the stitches near his eye from trying to rub his bruised eye. Then Bentley took a roll of gauze and began to slowly bandage the left side of the raccoon's face and head leaving the right side exposed. Bentley turned back to Murray to see that the hippo had completed wiring the rods to Sly's leg. Bentley walked back down to Sly's leg. He pulled the rolling tool cart over near where he was now standing. He then took the thread and a clean needle and began the pain staking process of stitching up Sly's leg with thread and some wire. He then bandaged up his boss's leg in a cast and turned to look at the last major challenge of the operation, Sly's sliced up arm. He heaved a much put upon sigh but pushed the table down to the head of the operating table. He reached onto the table and picked up the sheers and cut Sly's shirt off. "I'm sorry pal, we'll get you a new one, I promise." He looked down at the arm and mentally reviewed what he should do to fix it before he called out to Murray, "Could you come and help me with this?" Murray ambled over and Bentley pointed out Sly's dislocated shoulder before explaining, "I need you to pop this joint back into place for me, pal." Murray nodded. Bentley stepped back slowly to allow Murray room to take his place next to Sly's bed. Bentley watched Murray sigh and swallow hard before he placed one of his massive hands on Sly's shoulder gripping it slightly, being sure not to squeeze it too hard. He then placed another hand over Sly's collarbone area gently pushing him down to the bed before using a quick jerking motion to pop Sly's joint back into place with a resounding CRACK. Bentley jumped but quickly composed himself. He went back to Sly's bedside with a nod to Murray signaling that he was no longer needed. He then took his sheers and cut a piece of gauze, poured some alcohol on it, and then used it to clean the gashes in Sly's arm. Once that was finished, Bentley strung thread through a 3rd needle and sewed up the two huge gashes in Sly's arm. He then bandaged that up and strung Sly's arm in a sling to give his shoulder some resting time. Then with Murray's help Bentley bandaged Sly's fractured ribs and moved him to the empty bed next to the bed he was operated on. Bentley finished off his work by hooking up some more blood to Sly's IV to replace the blood that Sly lost in his altercation with the guard. Bentley finally peeled the soiled gloves off of his hands and threw them away. He started gathering all of his soiled materials and threw them away as well. He washed off all of the tools, dried them, and then put them away. He then changed the soiled sheets on the bed that he operated on. Then as he was sitting down next to Sly's bed on a stool he found, Bentley happened to look over at the slumbering lupine guard. Murray, who was sitting on the bed behind Bentley, noticed this and commented,

"How can someone who is the same size as Sly, cause that much damage?" Bentley looked at his purple friend and shrugged,

"Perhaps… he used one of those maces the wolf guards are always carrying around to harm Sly." Murray sighed and furrowed his brow in thought. Then he hesitantly spoke again,

"I s'pose Bent, but Sly sounded really scared on that last transmission, would Sly have been afraid of him?" He turned and pointed at the unconscious wolf. Bentley rubbed his chin in thought. "He has a good point… Sly's been in contact with these goons for a couple of days… he should not have been afraid of this particular one. But he was scared; I could hear it in his voice. Plus, why would that wolf kill all those guards that he supposedly worked with? Secondly, there was no way that wolf alone could have literally ripped all those poor guards to bits. There is something larger and much more formidable out here than that wolf but he still may have key information for us…" Bentley thought to himself. Bentley stood up slowly and walked over to the sink and filled a beaker with cold water. He then walked over to where the wolf was currently asleep and threw the water in the wolf's face. The guard instantly sputtered and tried to sit up but could not for the restraints. The wolf began to growl through his closed snout. Bentley snapped,

"Okay, mister! I have some questions for you. What happened between you and my friend?" The wolf just continued to growl…

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Underneath the abandoned railroad tracks, a shadow moved silently through the water leaving a dark red trial behind it. Above the shadow on the tracks a vulture was watching it intently. The vulture raised its crossbow up and took careful aim and fired at the moving shadow. But the shadow continued moving only at a faster pace. Again the bird took aim and fired. But the shadow continued to move even faster. The shadow was almost to a dock to that was jutting out into the water. The vulture captain, Reginald, knew that if that creature continued to live that more of his guards would perish or worse, he would continue to spread the disease that fool, the Contessa had been trying to harness to make the guards under her care much stronger. Reginald was an UPI of Interpol or an Undercover Paranormal Investigator. They were trained to combat any paranormal plots that maybe afoot. This department was established after the capture of Mz. Ruby just in case something like that was to happen again. The Contessa had discovered a mutated strain of rabies that caused symptoms similar to those of the fabled Werewolf disease. She injected it into one of her guards just before the Cooper gang escaped from the jail. But the creature was being kept below the compound in a disguised medical ward. The container the wolf was in was held closed by electricity. The Cooper Gang, it was said, blew up the power source to cell block D to cut the power. But what they didn't know was that those pipes that brought power to cell block D, were also the power source to the medical ward where the creature was held. Most of the lights and alarms had back up generators but not that underground ward, since it was not written in the schematics for the prison. So, the infected creature got free and started roaming around. Since he could look just like the rest of the wolf guards he was not easily spotted. But now the creature was wounded and cornered. The vulture fired again, this time he aimed ahead of the creature and the creature backed away from the area where the vulture shot.

"Ah ha!" crowed the vulture softly. He continued to shoot ahead of the beast forcing it back into deeper waters. Then the vulture heard the sound of heavy footsteps headed his way. He turned to look and saw two huge lupine beasts coming after him. He looked back to the water to see that the shadow had disappeared! "Damn it! I will have to locate the beast later! I have to go now!" The vulture threw the cross bow over the side of the tracks and took to the sky with a clawed hand barely missing his tail feathers. "There are two more? Damn, this thing has being snacking more than I thought. There is probably a fourth if that raccoon survived… unless I can locate him using the locator on Basil's belt." Basil was the guard he left on duty with the raccoon. If the raccoon did change and take him off to feed hopefully, he left the tracker intact. The vulture reached into his satchel and pulled a hand held tracker. He typed in Basil's Guard number as he landed on a nearby cliff. Then the screen remained blank for a moment before a green dot appeared on the screen. "Gotcha…" he smirked…

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That's it! Sorry there wasn't much action but there will be plenty of it in the next chapter!!! Review plz!!!