(A/N:SorryifithasbeenSOOOOOOOOlongsinceIupdatedthisstory!Havingawriter'sblockisprettydamntough!)
Chapter 9
Carmelita was running. Her night dress flailed about in the cold and chilly wind as her legs pumped her forwards. Just a few feet behind her was a grey mass which spread darkness wherever it touched. Carmelita's lungs struggled heavily in the fight for oxygen. Suddenly, she felt a stinging pain in her stomach. She grunted and gripped it with a blood-stained paw all the while she was running forwards. Her head was pounding and she felt the pushing pain just below her ribcage.
She cried. Tears formed in and fell by each second passing the great clock. But the tears weren't normal tears- The tears weren't that salty mixture of chemicals that everyone cried out of feelings or pain. The tears burned her fur, disintegrated her skin where it rolled down her cheeks, causing her more and more pain by the second.
But then suddenly, all that pain was simply absent. There wasn't a single thing hurting in her body. Her head was clear, allowing her to think straight. The gripping pain in her gut had ceased and was replaced with a calm, enjoyable pounding. The acid tears had stopped falling and the marks they had left were completely healed. She drew a deep breath which was out of relief. She could hear her heartbeats clearly and she could even hear her own thinking.
The next moment, she felt an intense pain rip in her guts. It was almost as if a hungry lion was clawing her insides out. She fell down to her knees and gripped her gut. She then felt as if her lungs were stuffed with something that disabled her ability to breathe and draw air into her lungs. Red liquid worked its way up through her throat and then splashed onto the ground below her. Her tongue registered the salty taste as it got launched out through her mouth.
Her teeth clenched together, but it wasn't nearly enough to prevent the liquid to force its way out of her body. Carmelita shivered as the last of her life essence made its way out. She felt as if she had thrown up the last drip of blood in her body. She slowly rose up to her feet, while a wave of goose bumps surged thorough her body, causing her discomfort.
With a flash of light, Carmelita found herself at a completely different place than the one she had been at just seconds ago. It seemed to be some kind of deserted building. Carmelita saw something at her left that reminded her of a nuclear reactor. She also believed herself to see something that looked like some kind of biochemical experiment. Then, she realized was it was.
It was a nuclear power plant.
Carmelita started to cold sweat as she looked around and started to walk towards an open doorway. She noticed how her footsteps made no noise, and when she looked at her arm, she noticed that she was translucent. Shrugging it off, she walked into the open doorway. Her heart beated faster than ever before as she was walking down the hallway. Then, a new sound reached her ears, followed by another sound. The first was that of a whip being swung. The second sound was a terrifying scream of pain, as if someone had their guts ripped out clean right there. The muscles in Carmelita's legs grew tense and hard, and before she knew it, she had broken into a fulltime sprint. Her legs pumped faster than ever before and her blue hair whipped her in the face. Then she felt as if she didn't get anywhere at all. The end of the hallway seemed to be in the distance, and it never got any closer. Despite how Carmelita ran, the other doorway never got any closer. She panted but no matter how much she wanted, she couldn't stop at all. Everything she could do was to increase her speed. She felt like her lungs were going to blow up.
In the next moment, everything went the opposite way. Her speed was drastically cut, and something seemed to give. A bright light shone in through the open doorway. In matters of seconds, the end of the now bright hallway zoomed back at her. Her eyes were blinded by the sudden light. She then squinted and could make out something in the distance. It was two silhouettes, interacting with each other. Carmelita guessed that the sounds she had heard came from these two silhouettes. This was confirmed when she saw the first silhouette. It was standing on all four. It was apparent that the horrible screams of pain came from this silhouette.
The other silhouette was completely different. It was standing upright, holding what seemed to be a whip of some sort. But Carmelita saw something else as well, something that really disgusted her mind. The whip wasn't being held by the silhouette.
The whip was part of its arm.
Carmelita felt she was ready to throw up when another slam of the whip sounded, followed by another scream of pain. Carmelita tried so hard to look away, but her eyes didn't obey her. It was as if they were glued to the two silhouettes. Carmelita gave of a small yelp as if she had been hit. She then saw how the first silhouette dropped to the floor and did not move. She could hear how the second laughed an evil laugh and then bent down to the first silhouette.
-''Sammy, Sammy, Sammy… Haven't you gotten it yet? Nobody. Fucks. With. The Whip hand!''
Carmelita then screamed in terror when she felt something close around her throat, like a python in the middle of the process of strangling her. The silhouette was in front of her now, and the strange whip was now wrapped around her throat, slowly squeezing the life out of her. She gasped for air as the grip tightened and cut off her air supply. Her heart beated faster than ever before and she started to panic. Her eyes saw the handgun before the evil and twisted laugh was heard.
Then, the silhouette pulled the trigger.
-''AHHH!'' Carmelita screamed as she shot up in an upright sitting position. The sweat pearled down her cheeks like a waterfall. Her breathing was very rapid and her heart was beating fast. She looked around and on her left she saw something that reminded her of a circular window. When she saw the first cloud wisp by, she understood where she was.
She was on an airplane.
She looked to her right and saw the emotionless face of a cheetah. It looked at her with empty and dead eyes.
-''Are you alright, Inspector Fox?'' it asked her. She looked into the cheetah's empty eyes. They had no emotion at all, sadness if any. Carmelita couldn't answer. She knew that the nightmare she had just experienced was nothing at all compared to what Dr. Morgan was going through right now. His wife had been cold bloodedly murdered just a couple of days ago. Carmelita remembered so clearly how she had looked up where he lived, how she had knocked on his door, how he had opened the door and revealed his bloodstained hands and tearstained face. How he had told what had happened and then how he had collapsed crying in her arms. Remembered how she had comforted her. She felt really bad for him. She knew how it felt to lose a loved one. Well, at least temporarily.
-''Psst, Inspector Fox!'' A high voice squeaked from behind her. She turned her head lightly, which was enough to see Bentley's green face.
-''Yeah? What do you want?'' she asked with a tired voice.
-''I just wanted to tell you that we are on our way to Sweden to find the first piece of Aurorium. Remember that the owner, Al Guerro, is extremely violent and won't hesitate to kill us. That means that we must strike fast and strike swift. If he notices us, we're toast.''
Carmelita let out a quick sigh of tiredness. She hadn't had that much sleep these days. And, she was hungry as well. Very hungry. The hunger clawed in her gut like a lion which had just caught its kill.
-''Damnit…'' she started. ''I'm really hungry. She said while gripping her gut. She became hungry easily nowadays. It was due to many things, but mostly because so much energy was used to withstand the stress, and also the pregnancy. As a matter of fact, as a teenager, she had Anorexia. When she was cured, the severe amount of weight she had lost was drastic. To be honest, she was still too low in weight.
-''Here, you can take this.'' Dr. Morgan said as he handed her a plate filled with what looked like some kind of chicken. Carmelita felt the hunger sting in her gut as she smelled the food. She picked up a fork and then practically tossed the food into her mouth in large bits. The chicken tasted good, drenched in a rich sauce. When she was done, she licked the remains of the food off the plate.
-''Thank you, Morgan.'' She said shortly before burping. She apologized and then leaned back in her seat. Down below them, she could see Denmark slowly float by. She sighed and took a deep breath. She closed her eyes and could see her and Sly in her bed, kissing and touching. How she longed for his athletic body, his soft lips his deep chocolate eyes. Then, she fell asleep.
(A/N: There's chapter 9! Sorry if it's a bit short and nothing happens, but like I said, writers blocks aren't funny!)
