Chapter Three
Kolya hunched his shoulders and shoved his small body in a corner. The slick, cold steel beneath his feet was hard to grasp even with claws. The truck swayed shoving him to the left. He hit the other side of his small cell with a dull thump.
Too soon the uncomfortable ride was over leaving the eevee with no time to form a plan of escape. Kolya glared at his captors unsure whether to attack or defend. Either way he was determined that they wouldn't get him out of the cage without serious damage.
Instead of undoing the latch the female with the red hair done up in loops pulled out a vial of almost clear liquid. She inserted a long, thin needle drawing up the liquid. Kolya watched with deep distrust. He knew what a needle was of course, the good professor was very punctual about his vaccines. The eevee had learned to tolerate them since there was no other option. Yet somehow he knew what the red haired woman had planned was more than a harmless prick to his neck.
On the end of the needle with a tube and it was capped off by a fluffy, pink tuft. This was loaded into a long, thin stick. The woman fiddled with some knobs for a few seconds before leveling the stick. Now Kolya could see that the stick was actually completely hollow and made entirely out of a black metal. The thick hairs on the back of his neck started to bristle and a snarl played around his lips.
Suddenly the needle was shooting towards him!
He flung himself to the right only to run up against the side. The needle bounced harmlessly off the steel backing, but Kolya knew he couldn't dodge very well. Not in such a confined space. Wildly he dove at the bars. The whole cage rocked dangerously and the two women rushed to keep it from tipping. They were too late because the cage had made its way to the edge and being so heavy in the front it crashed forward.
Kolya waited suddenly still. He knew that they couldn't shoot needles at him when the slits of bars were faced down towards the asphalt. He knew they would come up with another plan however. Humans, he had found, were amazingly persistent and never knew when they were beat. Oddly enough this tactic seemed to work out far more than it should have.
There was some scuffling outside and he tensed. If they were foolish enough to open the lock that held him there was nothing they could do to keep him. Not with their weak bodies or their pet pokemon.
To his disappointment they didn't lift the box. In fact they seemed to go away. All sounds of activity ceased. He waited in a tense, painful silence for an attack that never came. Soon he could feel his muscles start to ache from being so cramped up. His eyelids drooped feeling as if weights had been tied to them. He was dreadfully thirsty and his wounds from the battle were throbbing. It was only after he fell adrift in dreamland and woke with a start the second time the nature of those nasty human's plan dawned on him. They were waiting for him to be too tired to attack. Too thirsty and weak. Too clumsy and hungry.
With a slight sneer of satisfaction he curled himself into a ball. No matter how quiet or sneaky they thought they were he would know when they approached. So long as he kept his guard up he was free to relax and ease his tired muscles. The limited activity would also serve to curb his hunger although he could do nothing about his painful thirst.
After a time he lost track of how long he had been left to lie in the death box. As the sun rose to its zenith the heat in the small box was stifling. The only source of fresh air was the small slats ribbed on the top of the three sides. All they did was provide air so he wouldn't suffocate they didn't take away the pressing heat. Soon Kolya was panting and was forced to sprawl to release body heat. It wasn't an ideal position for instant defense, however, he wished to live and not be totally brain damaged.
Hours later he sensed someone coming. He wasn't totally sure, but he thought this was a male human. The tread was much heavier and the smell was different. Kolya crouched immediately on guard.
Hold on there. A deep voice commanded in his head.
Kolya halted deeply startled. The words were addressed to him and he could understand them. For the first time in his life he felt he could communicate with another being. Granted that so far it only worked one way, but excitement raced through him anyhow.
There was a long pause and then the voice continued, How's about a deal? I'll let you out of that box if you promise to stay put and not harm anyone.
Kolya's mouth twitched and he considered. For a human the man sounded friendly enough. Also, if this ploy of theirs failed he was sure that they would leave him in the box for a longer period.
After a few minutes the voice instructed, If yes, rattle the box twice to the left and once to the right.
With some hesitation he did as instructed. Suddenly the steel box was being gently toppled over. Fresh air rushed in and Kolya sucked it up quietly. His pale eyes were glued to the bars for a glimpse of his savior. A large man appeared. His face was a pleasant mocha color framed with a trim beard. Both his neatly cropped hair and his beard were graying and deep wrinkles marked his skin. He gave Kolya a slight smile and made to open the cage.
One of the females grabbed his hand, but he shook her off.
Hello there. Listen close, okay? You're on death row, but provided that I can control you the city has granted you a chance to be rehabilitated. You know what that means? Kolya shook his head warily, You can't go around attacking people because they displease you. There are rules to follow and I'm going to teach you how to behave. Do you understand that?
Kolya nodded once, interested.
I'm letting you out now. You're not going to run or attack. The man made that an order. He fiddled with the lock and swung the door up. Kolya cleared the side gracefully and looked to the man for further instructions. His body remained tense and his senses were trained towards the two females hovering a few yards away. He hadn't forgotten the flying needle.
The man smiled and remarked, Good. I think we're going to get along just fine. Don't you?
Reviewers:
CeeCee: It'd be a rather short story if he didn't, ne? ^_-- Thank you.
Joeyz girl: Ah yes, the inner demons. Description of the gross parts is the funnest part J/K I guess that's just my style of writing at work.
Coffee Luv: Absolutely, very coolies.
Paladin Dragoon: There are tons of creeps out there unfortunately, Kolya just happened to despense some justice to that one =]
Kolya hunched his shoulders and shoved his small body in a corner. The slick, cold steel beneath his feet was hard to grasp even with claws. The truck swayed shoving him to the left. He hit the other side of his small cell with a dull thump.
Too soon the uncomfortable ride was over leaving the eevee with no time to form a plan of escape. Kolya glared at his captors unsure whether to attack or defend. Either way he was determined that they wouldn't get him out of the cage without serious damage.
Instead of undoing the latch the female with the red hair done up in loops pulled out a vial of almost clear liquid. She inserted a long, thin needle drawing up the liquid. Kolya watched with deep distrust. He knew what a needle was of course, the good professor was very punctual about his vaccines. The eevee had learned to tolerate them since there was no other option. Yet somehow he knew what the red haired woman had planned was more than a harmless prick to his neck.
On the end of the needle with a tube and it was capped off by a fluffy, pink tuft. This was loaded into a long, thin stick. The woman fiddled with some knobs for a few seconds before leveling the stick. Now Kolya could see that the stick was actually completely hollow and made entirely out of a black metal. The thick hairs on the back of his neck started to bristle and a snarl played around his lips.
Suddenly the needle was shooting towards him!
He flung himself to the right only to run up against the side. The needle bounced harmlessly off the steel backing, but Kolya knew he couldn't dodge very well. Not in such a confined space. Wildly he dove at the bars. The whole cage rocked dangerously and the two women rushed to keep it from tipping. They were too late because the cage had made its way to the edge and being so heavy in the front it crashed forward.
Kolya waited suddenly still. He knew that they couldn't shoot needles at him when the slits of bars were faced down towards the asphalt. He knew they would come up with another plan however. Humans, he had found, were amazingly persistent and never knew when they were beat. Oddly enough this tactic seemed to work out far more than it should have.
There was some scuffling outside and he tensed. If they were foolish enough to open the lock that held him there was nothing they could do to keep him. Not with their weak bodies or their pet pokemon.
To his disappointment they didn't lift the box. In fact they seemed to go away. All sounds of activity ceased. He waited in a tense, painful silence for an attack that never came. Soon he could feel his muscles start to ache from being so cramped up. His eyelids drooped feeling as if weights had been tied to them. He was dreadfully thirsty and his wounds from the battle were throbbing. It was only after he fell adrift in dreamland and woke with a start the second time the nature of those nasty human's plan dawned on him. They were waiting for him to be too tired to attack. Too thirsty and weak. Too clumsy and hungry.
With a slight sneer of satisfaction he curled himself into a ball. No matter how quiet or sneaky they thought they were he would know when they approached. So long as he kept his guard up he was free to relax and ease his tired muscles. The limited activity would also serve to curb his hunger although he could do nothing about his painful thirst.
After a time he lost track of how long he had been left to lie in the death box. As the sun rose to its zenith the heat in the small box was stifling. The only source of fresh air was the small slats ribbed on the top of the three sides. All they did was provide air so he wouldn't suffocate they didn't take away the pressing heat. Soon Kolya was panting and was forced to sprawl to release body heat. It wasn't an ideal position for instant defense, however, he wished to live and not be totally brain damaged.
Hours later he sensed someone coming. He wasn't totally sure, but he thought this was a male human. The tread was much heavier and the smell was different. Kolya crouched immediately on guard.
Hold on there. A deep voice commanded in his head.
Kolya halted deeply startled. The words were addressed to him and he could understand them. For the first time in his life he felt he could communicate with another being. Granted that so far it only worked one way, but excitement raced through him anyhow.
There was a long pause and then the voice continued, How's about a deal? I'll let you out of that box if you promise to stay put and not harm anyone.
Kolya's mouth twitched and he considered. For a human the man sounded friendly enough. Also, if this ploy of theirs failed he was sure that they would leave him in the box for a longer period.
After a few minutes the voice instructed, If yes, rattle the box twice to the left and once to the right.
With some hesitation he did as instructed. Suddenly the steel box was being gently toppled over. Fresh air rushed in and Kolya sucked it up quietly. His pale eyes were glued to the bars for a glimpse of his savior. A large man appeared. His face was a pleasant mocha color framed with a trim beard. Both his neatly cropped hair and his beard were graying and deep wrinkles marked his skin. He gave Kolya a slight smile and made to open the cage.
One of the females grabbed his hand, but he shook her off.
Hello there. Listen close, okay? You're on death row, but provided that I can control you the city has granted you a chance to be rehabilitated. You know what that means? Kolya shook his head warily, You can't go around attacking people because they displease you. There are rules to follow and I'm going to teach you how to behave. Do you understand that?
Kolya nodded once, interested.
I'm letting you out now. You're not going to run or attack. The man made that an order. He fiddled with the lock and swung the door up. Kolya cleared the side gracefully and looked to the man for further instructions. His body remained tense and his senses were trained towards the two females hovering a few yards away. He hadn't forgotten the flying needle.
The man smiled and remarked, Good. I think we're going to get along just fine. Don't you?
Reviewers:
CeeCee: It'd be a rather short story if he didn't, ne? ^_-- Thank you.
Joeyz girl: Ah yes, the inner demons. Description of the gross parts is the funnest part J/K I guess that's just my style of writing at work.
Coffee Luv: Absolutely, very coolies.
Paladin Dragoon: There are tons of creeps out there unfortunately, Kolya just happened to despense some justice to that one =]