AN: This chapter is frightfully short and not really funny but I assure you, it is needed. Hopefully.
Chapter 2: But darlin', You're A Skank
Twenty-four hours later...
Anne smiled from across her desk over to Ari. The little wolf-boy fidgeted in his cushioned seat, trying his best to avoid her stormy gaze. The woman was in a frightful mood and Ari entertained the thought of urinating right in front of her.
He was just…so… utterly… scared.
The thing was, Anna had no temper. If she did, she never lost it. Ari didn't know. However, he did know what it felt like to have no temper, but only because he kept losing it on several occasions. Huh? Well, now that he was thoroughly confused with himself, Ari whimpered.
Sure, Anne never got angry at someone outright. However, if one did something displeasing in her perspective… things just started happening. Randomly. A banana peel here, a small cut from shaving there… and all down the list with the most annoying occurrences ever.
"Did you know that by letting Experiment 3535 escaped, you might as well melt the polar ice caps of the world and plunge earth into an abyssal eternity of destruction?" Anne commented lightly.
"Uh…" Ari sunk back into his chair in unabashed terror, only to be suddenly poked in the back by what suspiciously felt like a very long needle. He squeaked and groped around until his semi-paws wrapped around a cylinder object. He yanked it out from his backside, revealing it to be a distressingly empty syringe. Before he could inspect the label, Anna had reached over and plucked the deadly object from his grip without batting an eyelash.
"Oh dear. So that's where I put it. Thank you for finding it, Ari," she smiled.
Ari didn't trust himself to speak. In fact, he couldn't even if he wanted to. His body had gone numb and he suspected that it wasn't just from fear.
"I'm afraid you can't go unpunished for this, dear," Anne continued as Ari's body flopped lifelessly from his seat and onto the floor. The woman nimbly stood up and paced around the desk to look down at him. "You see… you're father left a dreadful mess on the side of the building. Bodily fluids stain so easily. Such an untidy sight is bad for business and the vultures aren't doing a neat job of it."
Ari managed to grunt in agreement from his paralyzed state.
"So I'm entrusting you to clean up after your father's splattered and rotting corpse and track down Experiment 3535," Anne said breezily, inspecting her newly manicured nails.
And somehow, quite by accident, a second syringe slipped out from her pocket and landed right on Ari's neck. The wolf-boy gave a twitch and soon he could start moving parts of his body again. He groaned, yanking the needle out.
"Is that a yes?" Anne asked sweetly.
Ari pushed himself off the ground and sat up in a daze. He nodded.
Apparently satisfied, Anne sat down at her desk and waved a hand to dismiss him. Ari practically ran out the door. However, someone had conveniently left a banana peel near the entrance of the exit (huh?) and Ari soon found himself reacquainted with the floor once again.
"Oh, regarding Experiment 3535," Anne chimed just as soon as Ari had bodily hit the ground, "I know my son can get a bit difficult. Though I would prefer it if you capture Mini alive, please don't hesitate to kill him if he becomes a real nuisance."
It was a shame Jeb could not be here. He could have learned a lesson or two from Anne on real parenting.
End chapter.