Chapter ten
Success is not measured by what you accomplish, but by the opposition you have encountered, and the courage with which you have maintained to struggle against overwhelming odds.
"Your main objective, is to Kill Elliot Crawford along with all whom he cares for."
"Roger that." He said with a devilish smile on his face, before heading down the mountain, toward the city, with the briefcase and 166 in tow.
-==five hours later==-
-=Judy pov=-
5:30 P.M
"Well that was an eventful day if I've ever seen one." Judy chirped as she, Nick, and M-01 exited the front of the ZPD building.
"Yeah, but did you really need to ram that car." Nick commented, rubbing his hurting ribs.
With the Martha's help, Nick And Judy were able to bag four pickpockets, stop Two shop robbery's, and they halted a high speed chase that was going on for almost an hour in seconds.
"For the twentieth time Nick, It was an accident." Judy said waving her paws.
"Ma-am would you like that ride now?" M-01 asked, floating behind and above the duo. M-02 and M-03 were also nearby, just playing tag at six hundred miles an hour.
"I would looove to say yes, but we have to walk home." Judy replied, veering off to the right, in the direction of her apartment.
"We could give you two a ride home if you'd like." M-01 said, starting her scanner on Nick.
"Hey, stop probing me." Nick complained, trying to avoid the blue triangular scanning beam, to no avail.
Judy rolled her eyes and face palmed. "Nick it's only probing if the stick something into you."
"Relax Mr. Wilde, I'm doing a medical scan." M-01 replied as the blue beam shout off. Simultaneously, M-02 and M-03 Zipped by at 650 miles an hour, just a few feet above them.
"Ahhh!" Judy and Nick Both dropped to the ground to avoid the drones. "Martha, they can't be doing that!" Judy shouted while standing up and brushing her uniform off.
M-01 ordered the drones to stop their game and return to her. After they showed up and apologized, the two Martha's started scanning plants, cars, lights, you name it. All to send to Sam's database.
Nick, Judy and the drone were now a few hundred feet outside the ZPD building, getting ready to set off to their apartments. "Nick you've cracked ribs six, seven, and eight on your right side."
"NICK! You said it was fine!" Judy shrieked while staring him down with anger. Nick's ears flattened on hes head and he held out his paws defensively.
"I just didn't want you to worry, I'm fine, really." He protested.
"Really, Let me poke it then." Judy said with crossed arms.
"That would not be advised Ma-am. In addition you should not be exerting yourself with that concussion."
"OH, who didn't say anything now." Nick commented with his signature smile.
"Pff, as if there anywhere near in comparison."
"Will you two just shut up and go on a date already." M-02 barged in.
"Will you stop with that. Were just friends." Judy said turning 120 degrees to the left, facing M-02.
"Absolutely not. 1 and 3 might be too polite to say it. But we can smell you on each other, In HEAVY concentration." M-02 said, which caused both Nick and Judy's eyes to widen up and their ears to turn red.
"It must be from hugs or something." Nick protested.
"Yeah, just admit defeat. Both your heart rates have gone up along with body temperature. Your eyes widened momentarily and you BOTH blushed."
"I plead the 5th." Nick said. Judy knew when stuff like this happened, to let him do all the talking. So she simply stood next to him and tried to look as innocent as possible.
"Yeah you do that. We were designed as advanced interrogation units as well. So it's physically impossible to lie to us." M-01 stated.
"I bet Elliot could beat you guys." Judy pitched in.
"He's a lone exception. Back on topic, so when did you sleep together?" M-03 Questioned, intently looking at the two with her blue eye.
"Nick-"
"NO, Don't say anything, they can never prove it." Nick interrupted, covering Judy's mouth momentarily.
"We have overwhelming evidence. Just yield so we can take you guys home." M-01 chirped.
"Uggghhhh, Finneeeee. It was an accident, ok." Judy said with defeat.
"Sure it was. . . So one of you hop on me and the other on M-02, then we'll take you home."
"We can walk, thank you very much." Nick said.
"Yes but do you want to? Think about it, riding on a flying drone" She said in a high pitch. "Or walking." now in a bored tone.
"Sigh. I get Martha 1" Nick said.
"Uh-Uh. I get her. I'm the boss so don't even try, slick."
"Whatever." Nick replied, padding to M-02, who was hovering a few inches off the ground, witch left the wing about a foot up and the top of the body about a foot and a three quarters.
Nick eventually was situated on the rounded top of the fuselage, with his hind paws resting on the wings. He was also holding on to an air brake in front of him for balance.
Judy had done things a little differently. She was also on the fuselage, but due to her small size, she was laying prone on the top, with her Hind paws pointing toward the exhaust. Her head was just behind the drones eye and her paws were grabbing the sides of the fuselage.
Once both party's were situated, the drones lifted a few feet higher and headed down the sidewalk at about fifteen miles an hour
"Take the next right" Judy said.
"Rodger, and what about you Mr. Wilde." M-02 asked.
"Uhh, just follow Judy for now." He replied hesitantly.
"Rodger Fox-1" She confirmed.
"Really." He deadpanned.
"E-yup"
"Hey can you play music through your loudspeaker?" Judy questioned.
"Sure can. But that would be misdemeanor Miss Hopps."
"Not loud or anything, just so Nick and I can listen."
"What's with all the formality?" Nick asked M-02 as Judy continued to talk to M-01.
"We could technically call you something else but it's in our programming to be polite. I could Start calling you Pawpsicle if you'd like."
"Hey who told you that." Nick hissed as they waited at an intersection for the pedestrian light to change.
"Who told me what. I thought of A Popsicle and you having paws."
"Oh, nevermind." Nick commented, feeling foolish for letting that piece of information slip.
They sat in silence for a few seconds before M-01 started playing some music at a moderate sound level.
"Oh I like this song." Judy commented, While listening to the song start.
(Titanium, Boyce Avenue acoustic cover)
"That's not right, This is a song from our planet." M-02 said to Judy.
"Well it's here to." Judy chirped as she sang along to the melody.
"Yeah, it's just not the same instruments or mammal singing it." Nick added.
"Oh that's because E-. . . Nevermind." M-01 had told M-02 to shut up about who sang the song through their radio Nick could reply, they moved forward with a mild lurch.
After flying for a few more minutes and taking several turns, they reached their destination. Nick and Judy dismounted, said thanks, and walked into the apartment complex. The three Martha's regrouped and headed to the pods to recharge.
As they flew along, making sure not to break the sound barrier, an unknown radar signature showed up on the Martha's screen. The signature was fast approaching their position on a collision course.
"Change course from two-six-zero to two-nine-zero."
The Martha's changed course, but the radar signature changed with them.
"Orders?" M-02 asked.
"Deploy weaponry to code purple. Sam We have a radar contact that's changing course with us."
"I see it. Get here as fast as you can, I have a present waiting."
"Copy."
The drones sped up to their maximum speed, well over the speed of sound. To their dismay, the unknown radar contact sped up with them, almost keeping pace.
"Were almost there Ma-am, are you ready?" M-01 asked.
"Yes I've locked on. Target is identified as 166. firing, stand by."
-=Jacqueline Pov=-
"Uuhhhhhh, five more minutes."
"Sorry Jacqueline, there's hostile radar contacts fast approaching, just stay under cover" Sam replied.
"What? Are we going to be ok?" I asked with anxiety.
"We'll be fine, I've locked on to it and am about to fire." Sam replied as a humming noise, increasing in intensity was emanating from the sea container with the large dish on top. The dish was slowly rotating up from it's almost horizontal position.
I heard some sort of gunfire going off in the distance, I could also see some blue dots of light fly across the sky in different directions.
"What's happening?" I asked in a panic as I ducked under the roof where Elliot was still sleeping. Before I received my answer, a massive purple beam of light fired out of the dish for a few seconds, before shutting off and the dish returning to its vertical position.
A large chunk of something landed in the dirt next to me, which caused me to squeak in surprise. As I move closer to the smoldering piece of metal to inspect it, I recognized what it was. "Uhh, Sam, is that part of the bubble drone?. . . Sam?"
In an instant one of the Martha's popped into view, causing me to fall from how badly it startled me. The drone scanned me, then Elliot, before flying away.
"Sam are you there?"
"Yeah." She replied.
"What happened to the bubble drone?"
"I don't know. I lost control of it earlier today, and I still haven't found out how. It opened fire on the Maratha's, damaging one of them. So I shot it down with the beam laser."
"Beam laser, Elliot said it was a Communications ray." I said with angst about what the beam really was.
"Well he was lied to. I'll explain later. Right now you need to move out of the way so the drones can land."
"Uhh sure." I said, walking about ten feet away from the pod. The drones all flew over to it and landed. One was smoking badly and it had a hole in the wing. Before I could inspect it, the pneumatic drone trays retracted into the pod and the door close, leaving us without a roof.
"Should I be doing anything else right now?" I Asked, thinking there was some sort of procedure to do.
"Yes, you need to get a blanket or two for Elliot. His core body temperature has dropped point eight degrees, he's approaching hypothermia. You may need to help him regain temperature through direct heat transfer."
"Crap, Why didn't you tell me earlier? And where am I suppose to get a blanket?"
"Blankets are on the other side, I've lit the compartment in red."
After retrieving two, gray, heavy blankets, I laid them on Elliot.
"How do I do a direct heat transfer?" I asked, having never heard of this terminology.
"Really, you're a nurse, you should know this. Ya just strip almost naked and spoon, preferably laying directly on his abdomen."
Instant my face heated up. But I knew that Sam was right.
"Finnneeee." I groaned, taking off Elliot's shirt. "Will his wound be ok with the extra pressure on it?" I asked as I took off my shirt, before setting it next to Elliot's.
"His wound should be about one-hundred and sixty-eight days into recovery by now. So you're good." Sam replied to my astonishment.
"But it's only been nine hours!"
"The magic of science my dear, the magic of science."
After standing for a few seconds to process what Sam said, I got under the covers with Elliot and laid on his chest, stomach to stomach.
"Brrrrr. . . He's freezing." I replied, shivering from how cold Elliot was.
"Well his normal body temperature is three degrees lower than yours, and he's currently almost a whole degree lower than normal. So yes, he's cold." Sam replied.
After a few minutes of shivering, Elliot was starting to warm up. By this time I had almost fallen asleep several times, so I decided to just stay where I lay, and deal with his complaints in the morning. That is if he would even wake up by then.
"I'll see you when you wake up spaceman." I thought as I rested my head in the crook of his neck, softly purring.
-= Alex white Pov=-
"Son of a bitch!" I yelled as I closed the HUD of the drone feed embedded in my eye.
"Not to worry Alex. You still have the bomb." Achmentha calmly replied in my head.
"But I didn't even destroy one of the drones. . . I failed." I stated, now in a mopey tone.
"Not to worry. The bomb can still take care of all of that."
"Yes sir." I said, before sitting down on the couch in the room I was in, rubbing my temples with my robotic arms.
"P-P-Please let us go." A arctic wolf pleaded. I had broken into their apartment a few hours ago and tied them up, putting one in a lazy-boy like chair, and the other on a bean-bag chair.
"Uhhh, Shut up. I don't want to have to use this." I said deploying one of the black blades from my right arm as I pointed it at him. The wolf responded with his eyes widening and ears splaying. "Well, actually I do, but you're innocent, so I won't." I retracted the black blade and could see some relief in his eyes.
"W-w-what do you want?" The other wolf asked from the bean bag chair.
"Well Ma-am, I don't want anything from you. I just need to kill a certain individual." I replied as I stood up and walked to the male wolf. I deployed my right arm blade, and sliced the zip ties on his wrists and ankles. I proceeded to do the same with the female wolf.
"Well it's been fun, but I'm very busy. . . too-duh-looo." I said while closing the door to their apartment. As I walked down the hall I could hear crying start from the room followed by the male wolf calling the police. "Maybe I should have just killed them." I quickened my pace for the lobby of the building, several stories down.
After exiting the building and darting down a snow filled ally, I headed for the large skyscrapers in the distance. looking at them for a few minutes as I walked, I determined it would be a shame to let all this magnificent architecture go to waste. So I decided to detonate the device somewhere else. After about twenty minutes of strolling around the winter wonderland, I decided to check out The desert section that I saw from the mountain. I continued to walk through the darkness of the night, mostly watching my breath form condensation in the air. Instantly, I was dragged into a dark narrow ally and shoved up against the wall with a knife to my throat.
"Gimme the brief case and nobody gets hurt." The hooded figure demanded, to which I gave a smile.
"No." I said, grabbing his wrist and pulling it away from my neck, then deploying my left arm blade and holding it up to his chest as I pinned him against the adjacent wall.
"Whoa man, don't hurt me. I was jus-" His voice was cut short from my blade slicing his neck wide open. I watched in satisfaction as he grasped what was left of his windpipe and struggled to breath. He proceeded to slump on the ground with his back on the wall, pure panic and fear plastered on his face.
"You will no longer plague this planet with your antics." I whispered while bending down to his ear, before standing back up. I continued to watch as his white hoodie become drenched in red. After all life drained from the polar bear's eyes, I walked out of the ally and continued my way to The artificial desert.
-==Fifteen minutes later==-
I was now about halfway through the desert, and was admiring the large hotel palm tree. The desert section of the large city seemed to be catered more towards the night life. You couldn't walk a hundred feet without seeing a bar, night club, or casino lit up with neon and argon lights. Various animals of all shapes and sizes were milling about the streets, most looking intoxicated.
Due to the attire I was wearing, most animals were staring at me walking down the street, or maybe it was just because of what I looked like. My clothing consisted of a green Army service uniform. Achmentha told me I was a lieutenant In the army, I was supposedly in charge of all land invasion forces aboard the ship I was on. The jacket had all sorts of little rectangles with various stripes of color on on the left side of my chest, although I did not know what they meant. My robotic limbs were hidden fairly well by the uniform, so I don't think the staring was from that.
I continued to walk along and eventually read a sign that said "Now entering: Palm District."
"Oh Look, Palm trees." I said in a falsetto excited voice. "How original."
Continuing my stroll around the less bustling neighborhood, I eventually found myself tired. I decided that it would be best to not sleep where there could be a sand storm, so I pressed on to the city center, which was just a few hundred Yards away. "Now entering: Acorn heights."
After walking around to find a suitable sleeping location, I found a nice looking apartment building. Ignoring the receptionist and making my way to a random floor, which happened to be floor eight. I stepped outside the elevator.
"So who will I be bunking with tonight?. . .Eeny, meeny, miny, moe, Catch a tiger by the toe. If he hollers, let him go, Eeny, meeny, miny, moe." I had reached an apartment room close to the end of the brightly lit hall.
Knock Knock Knock "Telegram. . . Wow, that was lame." A few seconds after knocking on the door it was opened.
"How many times d-" The Female cheetah was cut off my me grabbing he muzzle with my right hand, and pushing her in the room by pressing my blade on her stomach with my left hand. Pushing my way in with relative ease, I closed the door behind us with my foot. She ended up falling backwards as I entered.
"Now, I'm going to let your muzzle go, but if you scream, or try anything else, you die. Do you understand?" I calmly stated as I looked into the terrified eyes of the cheetah. She nodded slowly and I let her go. Almost immediately she was across the living room trying to make as much distance as possible.
The apartment was much nicer than I had thought it would be. The floor was an off white carpet, the kind you want to run your feet through. The walls were painted a shade of tan, a few lighter than Flat dark earth, I think it was called twig basket. Some other walls were painted a dark green color, which in total, looked very nice. The appliances that I could see were all very modern, A large flat screen TV in front of the couch, which was directly to the left of the door. It was an odd shape though, the screen was curved at about ten to fifteen degrees of arc. Directly in front was a hallway that lead somewhere I couldn't see. To the right was a kitchen area, with one of those electric stoves, embedded seamlessly with the black granite counter top that wrapped along two walls.
"Please, just take whatever you want and go." The Cheetah pleaded, with her paws out like she was bracing for impact.
"I'm not here to rob you." I calmly replied while slowly approaching her, now with both blades extended. "Now you're going to sit on that couch, or I'm going to re-paint the walls."
She did as I demanded, and once she was seated, I sat on a chair that I pulled from the dining area by the kitchen.
"W-what do you want?"She asked, still trying to make herself as small as possible.
"I Just need somewhere to sleep for the night, then you will never see me again."
"B-b-b-but why here?"
"I picked a random apartment, nothing special about this one. Now this can go two ways. I can tie you up, put a gag on you, and put you In your bed. . .Or You can simply try to ignore me, not calling the police, running, or doing anything else to call for help. And it will be much more comfortable for you."
"C-can I think about it?"
"Take all the time you need, I have thinking to do anyway." I said, retracting my arm blades. This seemed to calm her down slightly. But she was still in panic mode. After a few minutes of us sitting in silence, she spoke up.
"I'll take option one."
"Very well. In that case go about your business and I will be taking that couch."
"Well. . . actually I was about to leave, my boss said I have to take the night shift where I work."
"Can you prove it?"
"Ye-yes, he left a message on my answering machine over there."
"Show me."
After The cheetah played me the message, I allowed her to leave.
"Keep in mind, If you call the police, or if anyone other than you walks through that door, they will die." I said, gesturing to my arms.
"Y-yeah, got it." She hesitantly replied, before hastily walking to the elevator. I closed the door, locked it, and laid down on the couch for a long winters nap.
-==12 hours later |Elliot Pov| 5:08 A.M==-
"Uhhh, that shit never gets any easier." I thought, referring to the R.S.K. I decide to just lay for a while without opening my eyes, to maybe get some lucid dream time. As I started to became more aware of my senses, I felt a very soft, very heavy thing on me. So I started to feel around to determine if it was just a fluffy blanket on me.
"Well I do appreciate you being tender, would you stop groping my butt."
"AHH!" I screamed in panic as I threw the object off me, at least three feet away due to the prosthetic's strength. I sat up and looked over at the figure, who was Jacqueline, busy rubbing her eyes with one paw while half slumped over and holding herself up with the other.
"OWW, what the hell was that for." She replied groggily.
"What were you laying on me for!? And why are we half naked!?" I replied with anger.
"BECAUSE I WAS SAVING YOUR LIFE!" She Screamed back.
I was taken aback by how quickly it escalated.
". . . Sorry." I replied in a mopey tone.
"You were nearing hypothermia, so I transferred body heat."
". . ."
Jacqueline did something I wasn't quite expecting. She stood up on all fours and padded over to me, before curling up in a small ball. Next to where my chest would be if I laid back down.
"Uhh. What are you doing?" I asked while looking at her.
"Sleeping." She mumbled.
I silently nodded before reaching to one of the blankets and covering her up. I then stood up, feeling a little sore but not much worse for wear. After grabbing an ear piece from the pod, and hobbling a few yards away, I noticed destroyed parts of the bubble drone strewn about.
"Sam what happened to 166?"
"It went rogue."
I face palmed. "It's to early for this. . . Just run me through the post op stretches." I said, looking toward the sun coming up, which was still under the horizon. After stretching for about twenty minutes and popping my newly repaired vertebrae, I decided to go on a jog. "Sam, how did the drone go rogue?" I asked while running at a moderate pace through the trees.
"I don't know sir. I lost control of it 20 hours ago. Then, 12 hours ago it attacked the Martha's, so I shot it down."
"With what exactly?" I Asked, wondering if Jacqueline somehow used the railgun.
"Well that's another thing I was going to get to. The U.N.S.E Director lied to you. The dish isn't a communications relay."
"Sam, are you saying what I think you're saying."
"It's a modified class four beam laser sir. The dish is just to disguise it."
By this point I had stopped running.
"Those bastards." I replied in irritation.
"That's not all sir. I believe they knew this world was inhabited, based on what weaponry they gave you."
"Yeah I kind of figured out that one. So what happened to my message."
"It was still sent to earth sir, via quantum entanglement storage drives."
"Bull. . .Shit." I said with denial.
"I can prove it." Sam said in defense.
"Later. I don't need another lecture on quantum mechanics."
"Really, I remember you loved learning about The Alcubierre drive engine" Sam said with a slight chuckle.
"Don't. . . Even. . . Start." I warned, resuming my jog.
I continued to do various exercise activity's for the next two hours. Push, ups chin ups, crunches, stretches, and most importantly, the ancient art of beating the shit out of a tree. I eventually became hungry enough to return to the pods for breakfast.
After staring at all the tasty bacon I couldn't eat for a few minutes, I pulled out some veggy burgers. I blew out a long breath of disappointment. "sigh. . . I guess this'll have to do." I said while inspecting the patty.
I pulled out a pan, fired up the electromagnetic induction stove, and began cooking my food. A few minutes of cooking the patty's later, I remembered Jacqueline probably can't eat them.
"Ehh, I can make something else when she says no."
I grabbed two plastic plates from the food section, put the patty's on them and walked to Jacqueline, who was just on the other side of the pod. By this point the sun was a few inches over the horizon, so I figured She would be up by that point. But nooo, I found her still curled up into a ball, laying on the flattened grass.
"Jacqueline. . . Jacqueline wake up."
"Five more minutes, MOM." She replied with flattened ears.
"Fine, but your breakfast will be cold by then." This caused her ear's and head to pop up.
"What'd ya make?"
"Carbohydrates, some salts, maybe even a little bit of-"
"In English please."
"Veggy burger's." I said with mild distaste.
"That sounds nasty." Jacqueline replied, while sitting up, both arms behind her back to prop her up.
"They're not all that bad. I just hadn't thought of what your diet consists of before hand."
"Lemme see." Paw extended for a plate. "Uhh, Is this even food?"
"Just try it. It's like a mixture of sunflower seeds and french fries." I said while taking a bite out of mine.
She took a small bite of the burger, chewing slowly. "Well it's not awful." She started to say.
"You want something else?" I said with a chuckle.
"Yeah."
"Be back in a flash. . . or five." I said, disappearing to the other side of the pod. I looked around the fridge for a minute and settled on some slices of ham; hoping that Jacqueline wouldn't question it too much. I then opened the vacuum sealed plastic wrap and laid a few strips on the hot frying pan. Instantly the meat started to sizzle, acausing my mouth to water.
Once I had cooked a few slices of the mouth watering ham; I brought it to Jacqueline. "Well, I do need to warn you of something before hand."
"And what might that be?" She inquired with a smile.
"Well first off. You still don't have a shirt on."
"Look at that." Jacqueline picked up her blue shirt and slid it over her head. "Why don't you have one."
"I went for a run, didn't want to get it sweaty."
"huh?" She gave me a puzzled look.
"Did you forget. I cool down via pores on my skin emitting water, ammonia, salt, and a few other things."
"Oh yeah, that's nasty. What's the other thing you need to warn me of."
"I'll tell you, after you try this."
"That sounds awfully suspicious, but it does smell delightful. . . Ok, I'll try it."
I handed Her the gray plastic plate, and after a few seconds of eyeing the Ham, Jacqueline took a small bite. Almost instantly she took a much large one.
"Dis ish relly gooh." Pointing to the half devoured meat.
"Didn't you learn not to chew with your mouth full." I replied as I took a bite of one of the four veggie burgers on my plate; due to me taking Jacqueline's.
"Sorry, it's just I've never had anything this good before."
"heh heh, Well let me tell you. That's not very high quality stuff."
"What is it, and where can I get more!?" She asked ecstatically.
"Well you can get more from me. But I'm not sure you really want to know what it is." I had sat down, leaning against the pod. By the time I was done with my first, five inch patty, Jacqueline had finished all her food.
"That Sounds hic Ominous hic. Man, now I got hic-ups."
"Well that's what you get for inhaling your food. Besides, I think it's adorable." I replied, taking another bite. A few seconds later, I noticed Jacqueline's ears had turned slightly red and she was trying to hide a smile. "Just pinch your nose and hold your breath for fifteen seconds, you'll be good as new."
After a few seconds of her just sitting silently, she did as I recommended. ". . . . . Ok so how do I know if it worked?"
"Really." I replied wryly.
"Duh." She said while face palming for a few seconds. "So why wouldn't I want to know what I just ate?"
"Ehhhh, You just don't." I said while standing back up because I was facing directly into the sun.
"Come on, tell." Jacqueline had batted my leg with her tail.
"Okay. . . Now don't get weird on me. You just ate Ham, or as you would know it. Pig muscle." By the end of my sentence, Jacqueline's face was one of anger and horror. I could see one of her ear's flickering every few seconds. "Now let me explain. So on my planet it's like if you were going to eat fish, right. So Ya-know. . . Shit." I said, dropping the plate and sprinting away from the enraged feline.
In total I think I made it about fifteen feet before I was tackled. Jacqueline flipped me around and pressed my shoulders to the grass as she stared at me from the mount position, with an expression I couldn't identify.
"L-look I haven't ea-" My voice was silenced as she pinched my larynx. Not very hard, just enough to deform my vocal chords to prevent speech.
Jacqueline was panting lightly as she continued to look into my eyes."You are going to answer all my questions truthfully." She said, running a claw over my throat. In reality I could easily have put her out of the fight by jabbing her neck with my prosthetic arm, most likely crushing her wind pipe. But, I didn't want a repeat of what happened with Nick and Judy.
"Yeah sure." I said with Perfect faux fear. I was slightly concerned, but not as much as I made it out to be.
"You're telling me I just ate part of a formerly living Pig!" She said, continuing to run her claw along my throat. Her face was about eight inches away from mine.
"Yes, but if you wou-" My voice was one again cut off.
"No one said you could comment. Now, you said something about it being like me eating a fish, explain."
"Well where I'm from all animals walk on all fours and are feral. So we eat them for food. But w-"
"What kinds of Mammals. Besides pig, apparently."
"Almost entirely animals from the prey family, although some people eat predatory animals."
"What about you, what have you eaten?" He claw was now dragging along my upper chest.
"Uhhh. Cow, Chicken, Salmon, Cod, Pheasant, rabbit, Turkey, goat, pig, and maybe some others I can't remember."
"Well. . . isn't that interesting. How about plants?"
"Yeah, I've had lett-" Once again, she pinched my throat.
"Who asked for that."
"Sorry." I replied quickly. I kind of thought it was funny how Jacqueline probably thought she had me by the balls.
"Oh your gonna be sorry." She said with malice, before leaning in closer. I Closed my eyes just in case, as I had learned that when being tortured by your face, to close your eyes because they like to focus on them if they're open. Her claw continued to trail around my neck and clavicle.
I waited patiently for around a minute, expecting something else to happen, But nothing ever came. I started to think about opening my eyes, but I could feel her warm breath on my face. Then I felt something similar to sandpaper rubbing on my cheek. It wasn't too bad at that point, so I figured, just let it happen and maybe that would be all that would happen.
The sandpaper switched to my other cheek, then my neck. I still refused to open my eyes. "What are you doi-" My voice was cut off again. But this time was different. Was she BITING my neck. Now I was rather concerned; There was no way I could pry her off before she ripped open my throat.
"Well shit. . . . Nooo, it couldn't be the giant sand spiders, or maybe a black hole. I'm about to die from a snow leopard of all things." To my relief, she let go of my neck, and continued with the sand paper. This time I could feel string, or maybe that weed, I think it's called a foxtail, brushing up against the area around the sandpaper. Then it hit me like a ton of bricks.
"She's Frickin licking me!" After my realization, I decided to go for another escape attempt. So I opened my eyes, trapped her left arm and did a simple, Jujitsu bump and roll reversal. This caught her completely off guard as planned. After she was on her back, I stood up and made another run for it. Unfortunately her claws caught my left side, cutting three gashes on my rib-cage. Blood almost instantly stated oozing out, but I ignored it while I ran. this time making it into the forest.
Jacqueline was close behind me for about a hundred yards, but after a while she lost steam, and I gained a fair amount of distance. After running for about ten minutes, I climbed a large tree and started looking through my pants for anything to bandage my wound. In the distance I could hear Jacqueline yelling.
"It's only a matter of time spaceman, I can smell you for miles!"
"Shit." I whispered, dropping out of the trees, my escape and evasion training was about to be utilized; The chase had only just begun.