And just when you thought things couldn't get any worse. They do.
Freedom-angel: I'll never tell who it is. Well in the fic I will but never in a reply to a review. It gives it away to other people who don't want to know ;).
ME: I'm not sure if Max is going to be in this fic or not. It doesn't really revolve around the DA we have all come to know and love. But I might be able to find a way to get her in if you'd like. It'd be like ten chapters away but that's only because I have this all pre written.
Thank you for the nice replies! :) Hope you like this next part!
Lydecker Plural
Part Thirteen
I sat on my motorcycle and waited for Logan to get out of the café. That Thomas guy walked out and got into his car. I let him drive away. Maybe two minutes later Logan stepped out. I checked to see if Matt's in position; he was so I signaled for him to get him.
Matt attacked him from behind and pushed Logan into the SUV. Matt had a small pistol in the car to keep Logan from going anywhere. We had put some sort of disguise on; Matt borrowed some of the camouflage paint and I died (using temporarily dye) my hair a light brown...I had decided against the red.
I peeled out of the gravel parking lot and we went up to Cap Sante. Cap Sante is a giant hill that's about four hundred feet high. Up on the summit is a park that looks over the old port. It was like a mini peninsula. No one ever went up there.
When we reached the top I walked over to Matt's car and opened up the back door, pulling Logan out. Logan stupidly tried to look through the helmet's visor (I had borrowed Ella's helmet.) But he couldn't see anything because it had a one way mirror like covering on it.
I held Logan in place as Matt came to my side, "He thinks, that were the people who killed that chic last night." I was sure that Logan couldn't hear Matt because I had to use my enhanced hearing to hear him comfortably.
"Okay, Logan, we understand that you are a do-gooder who want's to stop the corruption, by creating Eyes Only. We want to help you."
Logan looked from me to Matt then back to me. "Who are you?"
I took the helmet off. "Don't worry, we don't want to hurt you. If we help you; can you help us?"
"How can we help each other? What can you do for me, and how would I be able to help you?"
I let Matt take over, "We'll do all the dirty work, if you keep certain people off our backs."
"What kind of dirty work?"
I took over the conversation, "Matt and I were crated from a government conspiracy called Project Manticore-that was were the government paid young women to let their babies to go through gene therapy. They added animal DNA into us giving us awesome abilities. The base was called Manticore. We are military trained soldiers who were made to kill."
"The pressure became unbearable so thirteen of us ditched it. We're physically and mentally stronger than the average human is. We have a photographic memories, superior multitask/parallel processing minds." Matt said.
"We can jump fifteen feet into the air, we have enhanced senses and we are trained in everything out there. Gymnastics, martial arts, fencing, I even took yoga to strengthen my muscles." I spoke out.
"We were only nine through thirteen years of age when we escaped. When we escaped it was the winter of 09' in Gillette, Wyoming. Geneva is different, she was made by choice and she had a dad." Matt stopped talking, so I took over.
"My mom and dad worked for Manticore and when they found out about me they wanted to have their own little soldier. When I was ready to be born something went wrong and mom died. Dad, on the other hand, was the director of the project. His name is Donald Lydecker (he's the guy that want's to put us back into the cage). When my mother died he became a drunken fool and let a close friend take over until he was out of rehab. He soon paid more attention to getting the others back that he ignored me and so I wan away when I was thirteen the year was 2013. So now here I am trying to make an ally." I finished off.
Logan just stared at the both of us like a stupid fish. At last he said something, "How do you know about Eyes Only?"
I smiled, "When we first got here I saw you talking to that Thomas guy and over heard you."
"But no one was there."
I sighed, "I didn't have to be, I just used the enhanced hearing and sight. So, who is Thomas anyway?"
"Hold it, how can I believe your story?"
I looked around at my surroundings. There was a few trees up there, a few boulders, and a big parking lot. The trees were very tall and prickly...not a good demonstration. The boulders are...perfect. The boulders were only about seven feet tall.
"Good question...if I was average, would I be able to jump onto that boulder?" I pointed to a specific one and walked over to it. Coiling up my leg muscles I held them there for a second before I let them uncoil and...
WHOOSH!
I flew up into the air and landed gracefully on top. "There...hopefully you're easier to convince than Ella is."
"Who is this Thomas guy?" Matt asked.
"Fair enough, Thomas Vreed (his nickname is TV) is an ally; he stays out of my way I stay out of his way. I help him out he helps me out. He's helping me get all the equipment I need for EO and in favor (when I'm up and running) I help get his brother out of the country.
"Okay, now that every thing is settled, my name is Logan Cale...I work for EO." Logan finished off.
"My name is Geneva Lydecker...but I am Geneva Monson. And we know you are Eyes Only. Don't worry you're secrets safe with us if ours is safe with you."
"I'm not-"
"I'm Matt Benson, that is all. Oh...sorry we had to attack you. And we can tell you're lying when you say that."
"Well I won't tell if you won't. Hey, do you guys think that you can help me out with that murder that happened last night? The number thirty on her stomach was a clue. I had TV check it out and it looks like there were other murders in Mexico and Canada. The killer would start at a random number at a random campground. Then he would kill at every other campsite until police evacuate the camp."
"How far apart are the killings?" Matt asked.
"Two, maybe three days. After the campground is evacuated he moves to another country."
I climbed down off the boulder and went over to the hood of Matt's car and sat my butt down.
Logan continued on, "I want to stop him...and now I can, I want you two to explain to the people at campground thirty two that we will help them out."
"I saw the people move out of that campground early today...the murder scared them off." I said.
"How does the killer kill them?" Matt asked.
"First he sneaks into the tent and tapes their mouth shut. Then drags them out into the middle of nowhere and pulls their eyes out of their sockets and forces them to eat them, then he cuts the tongue out and feeds it to the victim. Then he breaks the victim's nose, strips them of their cloths and breaks their neck. When he's done he'll put the body somewhere noticeable...in a crucifixion manor."
A sudden pang of anger went through me. To kill for no reason was disgusting. When any soldier killed we had a reason, to save someone else maybe, not for the pleasure. I was going to get that guy behind bars. I didn't know much about the guy but I could tell he had serious problems.
"I'm going to get that guy, what he's doing is going to stop."
"Okay, we have one or two more days before he attacks again. Do you have a plan on what you're going to do yet?" Logan asked me.
"Yes..." I began to tell them my plan...it might work, but we would risk exposing ourselves to the killer. But who cared right?
When we were finished talking we took Logan back to the store and dropped him off. Logan had some errands to attend to. Matt and I drove back to camp.
Once I got there I got everything ready. When I looked for Ella I couldn't find her; she was probably just in the shower. Cammo walked out of the tent and brushed up against my leg.
"Hi, girl. Hold on I'll get some grub for ya." I said getting into my tent to get out Camouflage's cat food. I poured a little pile of cat food on the ground and in doing so she stared up at me with her stunningly bright and intelligent amber eyes; almost in a questioning way.
"Go on girl, I'm sorry that I don't have anything for you to eat in. We had to leave or these people would have taken me away then you wouldn't have anyone to feed you."
She dropped her gaze back to the ground and looked at me once more, "Go on." I said and she looked back to the ground and began to eat.
My stomach gurgled and I began to look for some food. Perfect, Macaroni n' cheese. I quickly made a fire and began to boil some water and after about five minutes I put the noodles in and made the cheese fixing. After I was done Matt came here from getting a look at the terrain.
As I chowed down I decided to turn the oldies on. It was Eve and Gwen in Let Me Blow Your Mind.
"Yo, Yo, drop your glasses shake your assess, face screwed up like you having hot flashes, which one, pick one, this one, classic..." I sang on in- between mouthfuls of food. I love this kind of music.
Just about in the middle Matt stood up dancing like a hooker would. His arms were raised up in the air with his hips swaying to the music.
The milk I was drinking spewed out of my nose as I busted up laughing. Matt stopped his little dance and began to laugh at me spewing my milk all over the place. I wiped my face off on the sleeve of my sweatshirt.
Once we were done laughing our assess off I finally choked out, "So, what did you find?"
"Nothing much, the only place I came to was at West Beach. In the sand dunes. Were you in range of the sand dunes last night?"
"No, I was closer to the parking lot then the dunes."
Matt just nodded. Ella came form the other side of the road with soaking hair that seemed to drip onto her shirt. "Hi y'all. Hey, I was thinking that I was going to move into the campsite thirty-two. Okay? Our cam ground is kind of crowded."
"I don't know if that'd be wise..." I started out.
"No, I'd think it'd be okay." Matt said.
"Yeah okay, I guess so." I gave in.
"Okay, I'll get ready to move." She said happily.
Poor Ella, she had no idea what she was getting herself into. I quickly shrugged that thought off. If she gets hurt I'll have to kick some as$. I decided to go down to West Beach.
I put my swimming suit on and hopped on my ride and drove down to the shoreline. Today was supposed to be one of the only good days of the week. Down at the shore the waves were huge! The smallest I saw were only about tree feet high.
When I got down in the driftwood I found an old surfboard that was lying on a log. I picked it up to see if it was useable. Thankfully it was. I carried it out into the water (which I am disappointed to report that it was freezing water, but I was perfectly fine in it). I got the board out to where I would be able paddle out to where it was safe to surf. Finally a sweet pattern of rolls came my way and I got ready to surf.
I rode on one wave and in doing so; I wiped out and was pushed under water. I vividly remember thinking about the sand that was pushed into my swimming suit bottom. That was not the world's best feeling.
After a few more minutes of surfing I soon got sandy enough that I just kind of wanted to get cleaner. When I was on my way by the lake I noticed that all these hot men had their shirts off and were playing volleyball in the sand.
Oh, god they were hot and their six pack were so tight and their chests were tanned to a golden brown. I dropped the surfboard and began to walk over to them. **No! Hold up Geneva...** I thought suddenly, I didn't want to go over there, but my legs would not stop moving. **Uh, this can't be good. ** the realization swept across me so quickly that, the power of the thought got me running the other way towards my motorcycle.
I jumped on my bike and started to ride off (even though I about fell off because a guy who looked a lot like Brad Pitt walked by with no shirt on). Luckily I kept going and didn't stop until I got to camp.
"Ella, where's Matt?" I asked her when I got off my bike.
"He went to the store to get some milk." She replied.
Good, I didn't want anything to happen that I would regret. I began to pull Ella to the bathroom. She didn't have anytime to question before we got in the non-male-zone.
"Geneva, what's going on?"
"Okay, remember how I told you that I have cat DNA in my system?"
"Yeah..."
"Well what happens when a female cat in heat meets up with a male cat?"
"They can't resist each other. Why? Are you saying that you're in heat?"
"Yeah, pretty much. So any guy I see I want to try and get into their pants."
"What about Logan or Matt?"
"Logan will have a tough time getting me away from me and Matt...well they both are very good reasons why I need your help."
"How?"
"I don't know...when ever this thing happened I would call in sick and withdraw from the world by camping up were no one ever was. Try hitting me with all your strength or dump a bucket of ice cold water on me...when were dealing with a male X5, attack me."
"Geneva...I'm not sure."
"Just do it, if you don't we'll end up doing something that would embarrass each other when it's all over."
"Okay, you ready to go back outside?"
"Well I can't stay in here for two days..." I trailed off and realized that this heat thing might effect the whole killer thing. I silently curse myself...even though I know it was not my fault for having too much cat DNA in me.
Ella and I both get out of that bathroom to find no one around. That was a good sign. This was going to be really bad to face...hopefully the heat will pass over relatively quickly, and I won't have to have Matt fight all by himself (if the killer was female then I would fight but if it was a male I didn't want to make out with him as I fight him or what ever would happen).
"Ella, how am I going to do this...do you know how nerve racking heat is?" I asked getting a little frantic.
"It's all good, I don't know what it's like but don't worry we'll get through this bitch." Ella tried to comfort me; no success. But all the same I nodded and continued on.
"Ella, can you just do me one more favor? Please explain to Logan and Matt about this crap."
"Sure thing girl." (Have I mentioned she has a Texas accent?) Ella smiled, "I better keep a bucket full of icy water handy then shouldn't I?"
I shook my head, "Don't even say that...this is a matter that shouldn't be joked around with. Oh yeah...if Matt and I um you know...and you couldn't get there in time just...hum...walk away, you wouldn't want the mental pictures now would you?"
She blushed slightly, "Um, okay if I can't do anything, I'll run far, far, far, FAR away."
I laughed. Quickly running across the road I jumped into my tent and got some clothes on that would be very hard to get off in a hurry, such as several layers of clothing. So picture this: a cat-woman in heat who doesn't want anything to happen. That's not all but through in hot guys all over the place (with no shirts on)under a eighty-degree heat wave and the cat-woman is stuck wearing about five layers of clothes in fear of doing something against her normal free will. Then to top it all off the cat- woman that was in heat was starting to have heat flashes.
(Half an hour later)
I ended up putting on a lot of deodorant and drinking a lot of liquids to try and bring down my temperature. The effect of me drinking all that liquid was: my bladder working overtime for minimum pay.
"Ella, I'm going to the lady's room!" I yelled running at maximum speed.
I flew into the stall and slammed the door shut. Quickly, (doing the potty dance) I just barely made the toilet. "Ahhhhh." I sighed relaxing. When I was done doing my business I washed my hands and went back to camp.
Logan's truck was just starting to pull up right when I arrived....
^*^*^*^*^*^*^* Wooooo! Look at that cliffhanger! What will happen when Logan gets out of the truck? Only three reviews will tell! Well that and me posting but reviews are always nice! ;)
Freedom-angel: I'll never tell who it is. Well in the fic I will but never in a reply to a review. It gives it away to other people who don't want to know ;).
ME: I'm not sure if Max is going to be in this fic or not. It doesn't really revolve around the DA we have all come to know and love. But I might be able to find a way to get her in if you'd like. It'd be like ten chapters away but that's only because I have this all pre written.
Thank you for the nice replies! :) Hope you like this next part!
Lydecker Plural
Part Thirteen
I sat on my motorcycle and waited for Logan to get out of the café. That Thomas guy walked out and got into his car. I let him drive away. Maybe two minutes later Logan stepped out. I checked to see if Matt's in position; he was so I signaled for him to get him.
Matt attacked him from behind and pushed Logan into the SUV. Matt had a small pistol in the car to keep Logan from going anywhere. We had put some sort of disguise on; Matt borrowed some of the camouflage paint and I died (using temporarily dye) my hair a light brown...I had decided against the red.
I peeled out of the gravel parking lot and we went up to Cap Sante. Cap Sante is a giant hill that's about four hundred feet high. Up on the summit is a park that looks over the old port. It was like a mini peninsula. No one ever went up there.
When we reached the top I walked over to Matt's car and opened up the back door, pulling Logan out. Logan stupidly tried to look through the helmet's visor (I had borrowed Ella's helmet.) But he couldn't see anything because it had a one way mirror like covering on it.
I held Logan in place as Matt came to my side, "He thinks, that were the people who killed that chic last night." I was sure that Logan couldn't hear Matt because I had to use my enhanced hearing to hear him comfortably.
"Okay, Logan, we understand that you are a do-gooder who want's to stop the corruption, by creating Eyes Only. We want to help you."
Logan looked from me to Matt then back to me. "Who are you?"
I took the helmet off. "Don't worry, we don't want to hurt you. If we help you; can you help us?"
"How can we help each other? What can you do for me, and how would I be able to help you?"
I let Matt take over, "We'll do all the dirty work, if you keep certain people off our backs."
"What kind of dirty work?"
I took over the conversation, "Matt and I were crated from a government conspiracy called Project Manticore-that was were the government paid young women to let their babies to go through gene therapy. They added animal DNA into us giving us awesome abilities. The base was called Manticore. We are military trained soldiers who were made to kill."
"The pressure became unbearable so thirteen of us ditched it. We're physically and mentally stronger than the average human is. We have a photographic memories, superior multitask/parallel processing minds." Matt said.
"We can jump fifteen feet into the air, we have enhanced senses and we are trained in everything out there. Gymnastics, martial arts, fencing, I even took yoga to strengthen my muscles." I spoke out.
"We were only nine through thirteen years of age when we escaped. When we escaped it was the winter of 09' in Gillette, Wyoming. Geneva is different, she was made by choice and she had a dad." Matt stopped talking, so I took over.
"My mom and dad worked for Manticore and when they found out about me they wanted to have their own little soldier. When I was ready to be born something went wrong and mom died. Dad, on the other hand, was the director of the project. His name is Donald Lydecker (he's the guy that want's to put us back into the cage). When my mother died he became a drunken fool and let a close friend take over until he was out of rehab. He soon paid more attention to getting the others back that he ignored me and so I wan away when I was thirteen the year was 2013. So now here I am trying to make an ally." I finished off.
Logan just stared at the both of us like a stupid fish. At last he said something, "How do you know about Eyes Only?"
I smiled, "When we first got here I saw you talking to that Thomas guy and over heard you."
"But no one was there."
I sighed, "I didn't have to be, I just used the enhanced hearing and sight. So, who is Thomas anyway?"
"Hold it, how can I believe your story?"
I looked around at my surroundings. There was a few trees up there, a few boulders, and a big parking lot. The trees were very tall and prickly...not a good demonstration. The boulders are...perfect. The boulders were only about seven feet tall.
"Good question...if I was average, would I be able to jump onto that boulder?" I pointed to a specific one and walked over to it. Coiling up my leg muscles I held them there for a second before I let them uncoil and...
WHOOSH!
I flew up into the air and landed gracefully on top. "There...hopefully you're easier to convince than Ella is."
"Who is this Thomas guy?" Matt asked.
"Fair enough, Thomas Vreed (his nickname is TV) is an ally; he stays out of my way I stay out of his way. I help him out he helps me out. He's helping me get all the equipment I need for EO and in favor (when I'm up and running) I help get his brother out of the country.
"Okay, now that every thing is settled, my name is Logan Cale...I work for EO." Logan finished off.
"My name is Geneva Lydecker...but I am Geneva Monson. And we know you are Eyes Only. Don't worry you're secrets safe with us if ours is safe with you."
"I'm not-"
"I'm Matt Benson, that is all. Oh...sorry we had to attack you. And we can tell you're lying when you say that."
"Well I won't tell if you won't. Hey, do you guys think that you can help me out with that murder that happened last night? The number thirty on her stomach was a clue. I had TV check it out and it looks like there were other murders in Mexico and Canada. The killer would start at a random number at a random campground. Then he would kill at every other campsite until police evacuate the camp."
"How far apart are the killings?" Matt asked.
"Two, maybe three days. After the campground is evacuated he moves to another country."
I climbed down off the boulder and went over to the hood of Matt's car and sat my butt down.
Logan continued on, "I want to stop him...and now I can, I want you two to explain to the people at campground thirty two that we will help them out."
"I saw the people move out of that campground early today...the murder scared them off." I said.
"How does the killer kill them?" Matt asked.
"First he sneaks into the tent and tapes their mouth shut. Then drags them out into the middle of nowhere and pulls their eyes out of their sockets and forces them to eat them, then he cuts the tongue out and feeds it to the victim. Then he breaks the victim's nose, strips them of their cloths and breaks their neck. When he's done he'll put the body somewhere noticeable...in a crucifixion manor."
A sudden pang of anger went through me. To kill for no reason was disgusting. When any soldier killed we had a reason, to save someone else maybe, not for the pleasure. I was going to get that guy behind bars. I didn't know much about the guy but I could tell he had serious problems.
"I'm going to get that guy, what he's doing is going to stop."
"Okay, we have one or two more days before he attacks again. Do you have a plan on what you're going to do yet?" Logan asked me.
"Yes..." I began to tell them my plan...it might work, but we would risk exposing ourselves to the killer. But who cared right?
When we were finished talking we took Logan back to the store and dropped him off. Logan had some errands to attend to. Matt and I drove back to camp.
Once I got there I got everything ready. When I looked for Ella I couldn't find her; she was probably just in the shower. Cammo walked out of the tent and brushed up against my leg.
"Hi, girl. Hold on I'll get some grub for ya." I said getting into my tent to get out Camouflage's cat food. I poured a little pile of cat food on the ground and in doing so she stared up at me with her stunningly bright and intelligent amber eyes; almost in a questioning way.
"Go on girl, I'm sorry that I don't have anything for you to eat in. We had to leave or these people would have taken me away then you wouldn't have anyone to feed you."
She dropped her gaze back to the ground and looked at me once more, "Go on." I said and she looked back to the ground and began to eat.
My stomach gurgled and I began to look for some food. Perfect, Macaroni n' cheese. I quickly made a fire and began to boil some water and after about five minutes I put the noodles in and made the cheese fixing. After I was done Matt came here from getting a look at the terrain.
As I chowed down I decided to turn the oldies on. It was Eve and Gwen in Let Me Blow Your Mind.
"Yo, Yo, drop your glasses shake your assess, face screwed up like you having hot flashes, which one, pick one, this one, classic..." I sang on in- between mouthfuls of food. I love this kind of music.
Just about in the middle Matt stood up dancing like a hooker would. His arms were raised up in the air with his hips swaying to the music.
The milk I was drinking spewed out of my nose as I busted up laughing. Matt stopped his little dance and began to laugh at me spewing my milk all over the place. I wiped my face off on the sleeve of my sweatshirt.
Once we were done laughing our assess off I finally choked out, "So, what did you find?"
"Nothing much, the only place I came to was at West Beach. In the sand dunes. Were you in range of the sand dunes last night?"
"No, I was closer to the parking lot then the dunes."
Matt just nodded. Ella came form the other side of the road with soaking hair that seemed to drip onto her shirt. "Hi y'all. Hey, I was thinking that I was going to move into the campsite thirty-two. Okay? Our cam ground is kind of crowded."
"I don't know if that'd be wise..." I started out.
"No, I'd think it'd be okay." Matt said.
"Yeah okay, I guess so." I gave in.
"Okay, I'll get ready to move." She said happily.
Poor Ella, she had no idea what she was getting herself into. I quickly shrugged that thought off. If she gets hurt I'll have to kick some as$. I decided to go down to West Beach.
I put my swimming suit on and hopped on my ride and drove down to the shoreline. Today was supposed to be one of the only good days of the week. Down at the shore the waves were huge! The smallest I saw were only about tree feet high.
When I got down in the driftwood I found an old surfboard that was lying on a log. I picked it up to see if it was useable. Thankfully it was. I carried it out into the water (which I am disappointed to report that it was freezing water, but I was perfectly fine in it). I got the board out to where I would be able paddle out to where it was safe to surf. Finally a sweet pattern of rolls came my way and I got ready to surf.
I rode on one wave and in doing so; I wiped out and was pushed under water. I vividly remember thinking about the sand that was pushed into my swimming suit bottom. That was not the world's best feeling.
After a few more minutes of surfing I soon got sandy enough that I just kind of wanted to get cleaner. When I was on my way by the lake I noticed that all these hot men had their shirts off and were playing volleyball in the sand.
Oh, god they were hot and their six pack were so tight and their chests were tanned to a golden brown. I dropped the surfboard and began to walk over to them. **No! Hold up Geneva...** I thought suddenly, I didn't want to go over there, but my legs would not stop moving. **Uh, this can't be good. ** the realization swept across me so quickly that, the power of the thought got me running the other way towards my motorcycle.
I jumped on my bike and started to ride off (even though I about fell off because a guy who looked a lot like Brad Pitt walked by with no shirt on). Luckily I kept going and didn't stop until I got to camp.
"Ella, where's Matt?" I asked her when I got off my bike.
"He went to the store to get some milk." She replied.
Good, I didn't want anything to happen that I would regret. I began to pull Ella to the bathroom. She didn't have anytime to question before we got in the non-male-zone.
"Geneva, what's going on?"
"Okay, remember how I told you that I have cat DNA in my system?"
"Yeah..."
"Well what happens when a female cat in heat meets up with a male cat?"
"They can't resist each other. Why? Are you saying that you're in heat?"
"Yeah, pretty much. So any guy I see I want to try and get into their pants."
"What about Logan or Matt?"
"Logan will have a tough time getting me away from me and Matt...well they both are very good reasons why I need your help."
"How?"
"I don't know...when ever this thing happened I would call in sick and withdraw from the world by camping up were no one ever was. Try hitting me with all your strength or dump a bucket of ice cold water on me...when were dealing with a male X5, attack me."
"Geneva...I'm not sure."
"Just do it, if you don't we'll end up doing something that would embarrass each other when it's all over."
"Okay, you ready to go back outside?"
"Well I can't stay in here for two days..." I trailed off and realized that this heat thing might effect the whole killer thing. I silently curse myself...even though I know it was not my fault for having too much cat DNA in me.
Ella and I both get out of that bathroom to find no one around. That was a good sign. This was going to be really bad to face...hopefully the heat will pass over relatively quickly, and I won't have to have Matt fight all by himself (if the killer was female then I would fight but if it was a male I didn't want to make out with him as I fight him or what ever would happen).
"Ella, how am I going to do this...do you know how nerve racking heat is?" I asked getting a little frantic.
"It's all good, I don't know what it's like but don't worry we'll get through this bitch." Ella tried to comfort me; no success. But all the same I nodded and continued on.
"Ella, can you just do me one more favor? Please explain to Logan and Matt about this crap."
"Sure thing girl." (Have I mentioned she has a Texas accent?) Ella smiled, "I better keep a bucket full of icy water handy then shouldn't I?"
I shook my head, "Don't even say that...this is a matter that shouldn't be joked around with. Oh yeah...if Matt and I um you know...and you couldn't get there in time just...hum...walk away, you wouldn't want the mental pictures now would you?"
She blushed slightly, "Um, okay if I can't do anything, I'll run far, far, far, FAR away."
I laughed. Quickly running across the road I jumped into my tent and got some clothes on that would be very hard to get off in a hurry, such as several layers of clothing. So picture this: a cat-woman in heat who doesn't want anything to happen. That's not all but through in hot guys all over the place (with no shirts on)under a eighty-degree heat wave and the cat-woman is stuck wearing about five layers of clothes in fear of doing something against her normal free will. Then to top it all off the cat- woman that was in heat was starting to have heat flashes.
(Half an hour later)
I ended up putting on a lot of deodorant and drinking a lot of liquids to try and bring down my temperature. The effect of me drinking all that liquid was: my bladder working overtime for minimum pay.
"Ella, I'm going to the lady's room!" I yelled running at maximum speed.
I flew into the stall and slammed the door shut. Quickly, (doing the potty dance) I just barely made the toilet. "Ahhhhh." I sighed relaxing. When I was done doing my business I washed my hands and went back to camp.
Logan's truck was just starting to pull up right when I arrived....
^*^*^*^*^*^*^* Wooooo! Look at that cliffhanger! What will happen when Logan gets out of the truck? Only three reviews will tell! Well that and me posting but reviews are always nice! ;)