John pushed the kitchen door open with all his might, the door smashed tiles for wall
- Rubble, idiot, don't give her ... Skye swallowed ... Fuck.
- What? Asked Rubble
Skye flashed across the room at lightning speed.
She looked like a pink and blonde gleam
Skye flashed across the room, up the wall, across the ceiling, and through the dazed debris like a ball.
Rubble made the mistake of trying to follow her with his gaze, which took on a hypnotic, swirling pattern before falling to the floor due to vertigo.
John leaned over him, asking.
- Yo Rubble, how many fingers do you see?
- Um, three? he replied, getting back to his feet.
- Badly
- Come on, Skye, you need to calm down ... OMM! Rubble said before being knocked to the floor by a speeding Skye.
Rubble got up again and tried to chase, but the only trace of her presence was a hole in the wall in her shape.
- And what now?
- You gave her that drink, so you gotta catch her. I have to fix this wall, replace the tiles, and repair the hole in the floor before anyone falls in there.
- AAAAAAAAAAAA! Malshall screamed
- Too late.
Evi came around the corner and was nearly knocked over by something quick, twisted twice and leaned against the wall.
- What was that? She asked seeing the flash disappear in the store.
A moment later Rubble appeared breathless.
- Have you seen ... Skye? He asked
- She just ran into the store ... Or at least I think it was her.
- Help me catch her.
- Blessed are the sleeping pills. She said pulling out a syringe.
They ran into the store, Rubble on one side and Evi on the other.
They found Skye in the drinks department ...
- Skye put it down NOW! Rubble ordered as Skye grabbed a two-liter bottle of energy drink.
- NO! I need it! I won't do it, you can't make me! She replied with a crazy look in her eyes.
- Skye ... he said, softening his tone ... Please don't do this, it's not good for you. Deep concern crossed his face as his eyes pleaded with a crazy female dog.
She stared at Rubble for over a minute before her eyes finally softened, and her eyes assumed a tired and sad look.
Her grip on the bottle loosened for only a second.
It was enough for Evi, quick as a blink of an eye, to take it away from her.
She immediately returned to her demonic posture, kicking and throwing fiery curses as she tried to get the confiscated drink.
- GIVE IT ME NOW! she roared.
- Sorry, Skye. Rubble said, sneaking up on her and sticking a syringe into her back.
Malshall said hello as Skye opened her eyes.
She had a strange fog covering her eyes, and her fur suddenly faded as she sat up in the bed with her face drooping.
- I don't feel well ... she replied, her energy sucked out by trying to sit up. She lay down quickly, groaning.
- Oh Skye, I think since your natural energy has magnified the effect of an energy drink on your metabolism, I think it has also increased the fatigue that follows ... Malshall explained ... I recommend that you NEVER drink energy drinks again
- NO! I MUST HAVE IT! Skye replied, her eyes glowing red and her strength refreshed.
Rocky entered the base when he heard faint noises ... like screams, muffled only because he was below.
Quickly and carefully he climbed up to see what the fuss upstairs was about.
- FFFFFFFUUUUUUCCCCCCKKKKKK... Malshall screamed...GET OUT OF MY FUCKYN WAY!
Rocky jumped aside as Malshall lunged for the elevator door, maddened Skye on his heels.
- Ah! Rocky exclaimed in surprise to see her. He had only seen her this angry a few times, but never with one of her teammates.
Malshall pressed the button to close the door, wanting the door to close faster, but the door was no match for Skye's force to rip it apart with ease.
Screaming like a terrified girl, Malshall ran past Skye, but one of the energy drinks he was trying to keep away from her fell to the floor.
She picked it up hastily and opened it.
- Skye, stop it! ... exclaimed Rocky, instinctively stretching his paws out to knock the can off, only to pull it back when she bit him ... Skye glared at him, never blinking, but the longer she stared into his eyes , the more she calmed down ... Please ... begged ... put down ... the drink ...
For a split second her addictive rage came back in full force, but only for a second, then she returned the drink which grabbed him, pretty quickly, and threw it down the window.
- Rocky ... she started ... sorry I can't, I don't know what ...
- Don't worry ... he paused ... We'll find a way to stop it, I just want you to drink some water and rest.
- Hey Malshall, help me put her on the bed, I think she passed out. Rocky called out to Malshall who was hiding in some room or closet.
- Are you sure it's safe? Malshall stammered, peering cautiously through one of the doors.
- No, she hasn't passed out yet. I just told you this, so you'd bring your pathetic, creepy, ass here! ... Uh, yeah, of course I'm sure! he said with a sly smile on his face.
- All right. He replied, then helped lift the seemingly unconscious Skye onto the ward's bed.
- We need to get some fluids into her, the water should help flush the excess sugar out of her body, hopefully it will also reverse her addiction. Rocky sadly stated as he watched her face.
Malshall offered and hurried out of the room, apparently still horrified at the memory of her chasing him.
- Here you are! Malshall said, hurriedly putting the cup in his Paws and running out of the room once more, fearing Skye would suddenly wake up and attack him.
- Uh, thanks. He grunted, knowing Malshall wouldn't even hear it once he was halfway through base.
- Okay, Skye, if you can hear me, you gotta open your mouth and drink this for me, okay? Rocky whispered in her ear, rocking her head as he prepared to pour the liquid into her mouth.
He carefully parted her lips, pressed the rim of the cup against him, and slowly emptied the cup, rubbing her throat to make her swallow.
Skye had drunk a full cup of water and she still hadn't woken up.
- I need more water! Rocky screamed, hoping to carry himself to where Malshall hid.
- Here is your water. Malshall said, handing Rocky another glass.
He didn't leave immediately, however, as his trauma seemed to be subsiding.
- Thanks
- She'll be fine. Malshall calmed down, then quietly left the room.
Rocky hugged her head again and gave her the water. The minutes passed slowly as he watched her anxiously, praying that all would be well and that she would be cured.
Fortunately, it did.