Ch. 14

Finally I could open my eyes. With my back to the light, I could slowly let my eyes adjust to the harshness of it. Even more slowly I was able to pull myself to the to my elbows and finally I was looking through the bars to see my captor standing at his table with his back to me. But he suddenly turned around.

"Good!" he exclaimed, smiling when he saw me. "You're awake! How do you feel?"

I glared at him. "That's just a stupid question..." I hissed. He chuckled in response. So I turned away and crossed my legs an--

"GAH!" I screeched as I realized my cast was gone.

"Oh, I see you've noticed. Don't worry, though, it's perfectly fine now." His smile grew. "Go on, try it out. You'll see." I gave him the 'You're a crazy dead man,' look and wiggled my toes. I looked down at my leg... and twitched.

No pain yet. I twitched again.

Nothing.

Finally I got up the courage and kicked out an inch.

Nothing. Nothing! There was no pain! Non! So I, perhaps stupidly, jumped up. Still nothing. Still no pain! So I wiggled my foot. Nothing!

"Hey! It's a miracle! How'd you do that?" I exclaimed joyously.

He shrugged. "Well," he said, "I just mixed up a few special elements and boom. Although, I have to say I was a bit surprised it actually worked."

I suddenly looked ta him. "... What?"

He gave me a menacingly innocent smirk. "I'm a man of science, Daxter. I do experiments. And I needed a volunteer."

A look of pure horror swallowed my face. "... Y-you mean I... I-I was your GUINEA PIG!" He just snickered as he glided back to the cage. A minute spark of light caught my eye and I saw, in his hand, a syringe just like the first one, only with a different colored concoction inside. I whimpered

"W-w-what are y-ya' gunna' do w-with-th-that!"

"Now, Daxter," he said in an almost disappointed tone. "That's a silly question..." The top of the cage opened and I dodged the first grab. But his fingers clamped around my tail and I spun around and before I realized it he was cursing and yanking his hand from the cage, small red teeth marks decorating his fingers.

Then I saw the open door. It only took a split second to weigh the choices, but in that second we both knew what I was gunna' do.

I made a break for it.

I was about half-way out'a the cage when I felt a hand fall hard across my back and I cried out as I was smashed into the mesh. Some how my body moved on it's own and my arms wrapped themselves around the bars and I felt the hand lift me up. But the large cage made it difficult for him to lift me up. But a violent shake later I was forced away from my hold and lifted into the air.

"Little bastard... Heh, won't get away from me..." I wiggled one arm free, but, let's face it, what good did it do me now? None.

I heard him snicker again before he continued. "Now..." he sighed, "This will only hurt a little..."

"AHH--!" I screamed in agony as the giant (to me, at least) needle punctured my arm. I could feel the cold liquid being pushed through my body, freezing me to the bone. Suddenly my head started spinning and I was pitched into darkness.

The last thing I heard was his laughter rattling my eardrums.