Carmelita woke up to bright lights blasting in her eyes. She groaned and tried to pull her hand over her eyes, to shield them, but growled as the arm protested and flopped to the table it was tied to. The Interpol officer looked at the small white table and gasped, her arms were high over her head, metal cups holding her wrists tight. The raven haired, officer looked down to her ankles and noticed that they too were bound. Her heart began to race, what had happened? How had she ended up like this?
Then it all came back to her, the hotel room, the thugs and that ninja. Her eyes shot open and she strained to look around the bright, white room, her heart rate close to 160. Where was Elisa? The officer strained against her restraints, just as she had done when she was held by the Contessa. Just like then, I had proved useless. There was only two differences, well actually three in this case then the previous one. She was in Charlie's grasp now, and this time so was another person, Elisa. The third difference, and she frowned as she wondered why it was, was that her jacket had been removed, as had her shoes.
"Are you awake, sister?" Elisa's drowsy voice came from somewhere in the room.
"Where are you?" Carmelita strained to look for her sister, her eyes growing wide. Had she'd gone invisible?
"Look to your left," she said, weakly.
Carmelita turned and pushed back, her face screwing up. "All there is there is a wall."
"It may not be see through on your side, but it is on mine, for some reason," her sister gasped. "I can't believe we were captured so easily."
"I still don't know why," Carmelita said, looking down at her stomach. "He has the computer, why would he want to capture us."
"Do you remember what I told you on the plane?" Elisa snapped, her voice growing strong. Carmelita could not see her sister, but she could feel those stone cold eyes turning grayer with the second.
"Yes I know, you work on his case," Carmelita said. "But it does not make much sense, why would he have us kidnapped, and not just wasted."
There was a long, highly charged moment of silence, and Carmelita could hear herself grind her teeth. "Elisa?"
"I'm thinking," she snapped. Another excruciating long pause and then, "He must want something from us that could be the only thing."
Carmelita lowered her head and shook her head, duh. "But what could he want from us?"
"Perhaps its Sly he wants," her sister said. "He took your computer remember? What if he took something out that Charlie's thugs could not find?"
Carmelita pressed herself against the table and tried her best to stare into the massively hot bright lights. If Elisa was right, then she had another reason to hate that stupid ringtail. She frowned and sighed, her heart pounding faster than 160 at the thought. Wasn't he only trying to help people? She batted the thought from her mind. If that were true, then why not become an officer instead of a thief, it would be much more honorable. But Sly has honor in his heart. Again her hair bashed back and forth and she slammed her eyes shut. No, a thief has no honor, only selfish desires; he was only interested in fun than doing the right thing. Is that why he went to the trouble to get his book away from the Fiendish Five? Why that the reason he stopped the Claw Gang from rebuilding Clockwerk? Was that why he stopped Neyla before she could be come immortal? Okay let's stop this, she thought to herself. Sly's not evil, but he's a freak sometimes.
"Carmelita, get out of la-la land," Elisa snapped. "Now look, there's nothing more we can worry about right now, and if we're being listened to, then perhaps we should stop speaking before we reveal too much."
"Elisa, what about the boys, do you think they're okay?" Carmelita could feel her eyes water. She didn't want to think so, but at that moment she felt like a failure as a sister.
"Carmelita Montoya," Elisa snarled, her voice bouncing off the walls. Carmelita turned to the wall to look at her, and her eyes grew even wider. "What's wrong?"
"I can see you now, it looks like they've taken the barrier away," the younger sister said. Sure enough, the white wall was gone, and a plastic sheet was in its place. Elisa was tied to a table, just as Carmelita was and she blinked at her sister. She smiled for a moment, and her gray eyes melted away to adoring brown.
"Are you alright?" Elisa asked her voice tender and motherly.
"Do I look it?" Carmelita asked. Elisa's eyes turned to gray for a second before they heard a hiss of mechanized door and two goons following George Goren entered the room.
The hyena smiled at them for a moment and barked orders at his minions, who rushed to obey the orders. He turned back to them, pulling his gloves to his fingers. "Good evening ladies, I'm sorry for having to bring you in here like this, but we need some information."
"Bite me," Carmelita snapped, pulling at her restraints. "You let us out of here, and put your hands up."
"Carmelita, hush," Elisa growled. Her sister turned to her and looked at the hyena.
"Why should I? He's just a no good scum," her sister said in Spanish.
"Well that's not very nice," Dr. Goren said in perfect Spanish, his tail swishing back and forth. "And here I was trying to make you comfortable during your stay."
Elisa desperately looked at the hyena and turned away, she knew what he was capable of if he was angry. She closed her eyes as the goons entered into her room and placed small electric shock devices on her cuffs and followed the same procedure, although Carmelita managed to bite one of the criminal's fingers. He howled and slapped her across the cheek, before the doctor roared at him to leave the room.
Dr. Goren began to pace back and forth as he looked at his captives. "Now, I'm only going to ask you this once, where is the chip to Ms. Fox's computer, the small green one that belongs to the files on Charlie the Great?"
"What chip?" Carmelita squeaked.
Dr. Goren smiled and shook his head, pushing a button, "That was a wrong answer," he said.
Electric bolts rushed up the girls' bodies, making them howl and leap from the tables as if someone were pushing their backs forward. The hyena chuckled and pressed the button again, and again, three times. Elisa and Carmelita cried in agony and thrashed on their tables, their fingers curling automatically.
"Now I will ask you again, where is the chip?" the doctor asked, turning off the button.
Carmelita gasped and glared at the hyena. "Get bent," she hissed through deep gasps of air. "I don't have any chip, I've never seen any chip, and even if I had one I would not tell you."
Dr. Goren chuckled and pressed the button, both girls shrieking and flopping on the table for another few minutes. "The chip is an important part to Charlie's designs for his weapon," the hyena snapped, his lips curling in rage. "I'd tell you more, but then I would probably be on that table instead of the two of you."
"What does this chip do?" Elisa said, turning her head away from her body, as singed fur and flesh slowly waffled up into her nose.
"Nothing much," the hyena said. He narrowed his eyes and stomped a goose stomping boot to the floor, "but you girls do not need to know what it does, just hand it over, and I'll end your pain." His hand reached over for the button and he stared at them. "The next push of this button will not bring electronic shocks, I promise you that. So make it easy on yourself, talk."
"You need to get out into the real world, and get an honest job, you freak," Carmelita snarled.
Dr. Goren shrugged and pressed the button. Thick heavy whips flung out and began slashing at the young women, leaving heavy welts on their skin and fur. Both of them cried and looked away from the insane hyena as he stared at the torture as if he were watching a movie he hadn't seen in a very, very long time.
"You know I hate this barbarity," the hyena snapped. "And I hate people who force my hand into these things," he said, his voice rising. "So make it easy on yourself and tell me where the blessed chip is!"
"Go to hell," Carmelita screeched. "I'll get you for this; I swear to God I will get you for this."
A small computer screen slowly lowered to the ground, and Charlie the Great's ugly mug appeared. "I thought you could promise me results," he hollered.
"Her Great," the hyena yelped. "I promise you sir that before this night is out, the chip will be in your fins."
"You are too sure of yourself," the shark growled, flashing his bright metal teeth. "So I will give your forty eight hours to give me that chip, or I'll be enjoying roasted hyena under pineapple sauce." He smiled and licked his lips.
The screen rolled up and Dr. Goren glowered at the two officers, his chest rising and falling as he stared at them. He pushed the button and the whips went away. "Okay, we're going to have to speed things up I see," his eyes narrowed and seemed to shine. His hand went to a new button and he smiled. "Like before this button will bring a new torture, one I'm sure neither of you girls would enjoy."
Carmelita lay stiff on the table, small trickles of blood flowing from her body. She turned to her sister and saw that it was the same with her. Her stomach rose and fell as she breathed, and she spat at the doctor.
"You will not get one piece of information from us," Elisa said bluntly.
"Go a head, bring your pain, and we'll keep closing our mouths, creep," Carmelita said.
"Oh but this won't hurt a bit," the hyena said with a smile. He rose and eyebrow and scanned the two captives, "You sure you won't speak?"
"Go suck a lemon," they said in unison.
Dr. Goren giggled with a shrug and pushed the small pink button. "These are an invention of mine," he said, I'm sure they'll leave you in stitches."
Dozens of doors along the walls opened, and legions of tiny mechanical spiders darted out, climbing the tables. The two sisters looked at each other and frowned, what the heck was this? Robot bugs? What in the world?
Then it started. Some of the spiders crawled up to Carmelita's ears and slowly stroked the outer edges of her ears. The officer squealed, her eyes growing wide, and she jerked forward. "Don't do that!" she howled at the robots.
"Like they'll listen to you," Dr. Goren chuckled.
The robots were all over her, stroking her ears, around the edges of her nose, everywhere she was ticklish, they found and exploited. She wiggled and fought the urge to laugh, until the robotic spiders descended to her stomach, and wiggled their clawed legs. She could no longer hold it in, and surrendered with screams of laughter, turning her eyes to her sister.
If the robots were all over her, they were making a playful "feast" of her sister. Elisa was the most ticklish of all of the children, nearly ticklish just about everywhere. Her worst spots were invisible to be scene, as the robots attacked her ankles, feet and slipping their feathered legs in and out of her navel.
"Oh my Gawd," Elisa squealed, "please, please stop!" She flopped to the table in another bout of laughter and laid perfectly still, her eyes growing the size of basket balls as the bugs continued their jobs.
"We don't know anything about the chip," Carmelita laughed as two robots poked her sides. "Get over it, we don't have it, no not my knees," she said interrupted by the robots, "and – and we don't know where it's at."
"Then I'm afraid you're going to end up laughing to death," the doctor cackled.
"Its impossible to be tickled to death," Carmelita chuckled, catching a robot trying to tickle her nose, and biting it in half, ignoring the acid tasting oil slipping down her throat. "We'd pass out first." Now she knew why their extra clothes had been removed, the sick freak had this planned the whole time. Unknown to him, she wasn't ticklish under her arms, so mentally she wished that he had let her keep it, the air in the torture room was very cold.
Doctor Goren smiled and pushed the pink button again. Both young women screamed louder, thrashing on the tables as the tickling sensation increased. "Just give me the answer I want, and you can both go," he said with a smile.
He watched the torture for an hour, and narrowed his eyes, both women coming up very short of breath, and only slightly giggling now, as unconsciousness was slowly creeping up on them. Goren paced back and forth as if he smelled blood and screamed at them. "Tell … me … where … the … chip … is!"
His hand reached for the pink button a third time and he yelped as a clawed hand reached out and nearly crushed his bones. He turned to face the ninja, and narrowed his eyes. "What are you doing, Nyoko?"
She narrowed her own eyes, picked up the pink button, and smashed, ending the officers' tickle torture. Then she gave the man doctor a round house kick and sent him flying into the wall.
Slowly she walked over to the torture room and narrowed her eyes. "It's my turn now," she said. "And I give you my word, what I have planned wont tickle."
Well another short chapter, sorry, but at least its longer than the last one. Anyway, see Heiduska, your not the only one I make laugh :).