Chapter VIII: Making you, "Funnier"
"Here be quick." Ferko said pulling a black crate off a rack in the storage room marked "Quinn." Harley opened it and started rustling through her stuff. "Hey F?" She asked as he went to the door to check the hall. "What?" He replied. "What did you say your name was?" She asked. "Heath." He said as he looked up and down the hall. "Sounds familiar." She said to herself.
A few minutes later she tapped on his shoulder from behind. "Ready." She said in a perky voice. He looked over his shoulder and she was standing behind him, dressed up in her trademark jester outfit, holding her bat. "Well someone's an attractive clown." He teased. "Aw you." She giggled. "Alright so I'm thinking if we-" he began. "Hold that thought." She said gripping her bat. "What now?" He asked with a bit of frustration. "I know you're not going to do it willingly, so I'm sorry I hafta do this." She said setting up a swing. "Do wha-" he was about to say just as she smacked him in the side of the head with her bat. "Sorry." She said to his now unconscious form, slumped against the doorframe.
Heath's eyes opened painfully under bright lighting. He blinked a few times to clear his vision. "What?" He asked dazed. He tried to move and felt his arms and legs were tied down. He looked to his left and Harley was sitting cross legged next to the table he was on. "What did you do?" He asked. "Well I know you wouldn't agree to getting a couple hundred volts of energy shot through your skull. So. I did the deciding for ya." She laughed.
"What are you trying to do exactly?" He asked fighting to free his arms as he spoke. "Well I got this way thanks to a few jolts to the head. So I'm gonna do it to you. That way you'll be a little funnier." She said getting up and pulling a defibrillator on a cart closer. "That's the plan anyways." She said picking up the paddles and cranking the machine up to maximum. "Harley I'm a big believer in Murphy's law when it comes to planning." He said again trying to get his arms free.
"Quit cryin ya big baby and take it like a man." She said rubbing the paddles and standing over him. "And what if I die from this?" He asked looking up at her. "Well I'll never date another guy again. Scouts honour." She joked. "Jeez now I feel really insecure." He said accepting his fate and closing his eyes. "Welp. Here goes nothin!" She said as she pressed the paddles against the side of his head and shocking him. He jolted on the table.
He was lying still for awhile, so Harley turned the voltage down a tad, rubbed the paddles, and hit him again. "Just for good measure." She said dropping them. She stared at his face for awhile. He was definitely conscious, just not saying anything, or opening his eyes. "Hey sleepyhead. We need to bust out of the prison remember." Harley said, getting impatient. Finally he spoke, his eyes still squeezed shut. Through gritted teeth he said, "Harley. Come here..."
She leaned down in his face, "Yes?" "If you ever, do that again..." he said. "You'll what?" She asked leaning closer. Suddenly he broke his arms loose from the strap and grabbed her, pulling her on top of him. "I'm just going to do it to you." He said, smiling now. He finally opened his eyes. But when he looked into hers, she seemed shocked. "What?" He asked. "Uh, puddin?" She asked. "What?" He said again. "Your eyes..." she said practically mesmerized. "Is there a mirror?" He asked.
She got up off of him and walked around looking in cabinets and on shelves. Meanwhile he sat up and began untying his legs. She came over and held a mirror in his face. He looked up and was just as shocked as she was. "My eyes. They're...red?" He said perplexed. "Sorry." She said putting the mirror down. "It's not a problem. We need to get out of here." He said as he quickly got off the table. "Where's my helmet?" He asked looking around. "Outside in the hall." She replied just as sounds of gunfire rang through the hallways. "What was that?" She asked.
He stepped out into the hall, looking up and down the corridor. "I don't see anything." She walked out behind him. "That's odd." She said preparing for anything. "Well if we can get to the vehicle depot I'd imagi-" he began to say just as a gun was fired around a corner striking his chest. He heard Harley scream his name before the shock put him out.