GORDIAN KNOT
They saved innocents. Every time, everywhere, they saved innocents.
They were expendable. Every time, everywhere, they were expendable.
They had saved the world. No. He had been captured.
His partner had saved the world.
The evil device had collapsed.
He lay sprawled on the ground, feeling the bite of the ropes around his wrists, his ankles. He had tried to loose them. Every time, a piercing, violent pain ran through his arms, his legs, his whole body. Every time, the Mad Hare sneered maliciously, sipping at his tea, unconcerned about the dust. Unconcerned about the danger.
Gravels fell from the ceiling, here and there. His hands didn't hurt any more. He didn't feel them. He didn't feel the ropes. Bonds were about to be broken. Bonds with the past. Partnership bonds. Friendship bonds. And... no, nothing more. He bit his lips, bitterly. "An unwritten story...". The Cheshire Cat had taken over from the Mad Hare, shaking his head with compassion.
He closed his eyes, being in no mood for listening, but the cat's whiskers were tickling his cheeks, and two strong paws grasped him, freeing him from the rope, helping him up. A blond, dusty, blue eyed cat. "I hate unwritten stories, my friend"