"One more word out of you, bandicoot, and I will make sure your death comes slow and painful!"
"Heh . . , looking at your face is painful enough . . . It's not even Halloween yet, Doc . ."
Weasel didn't really feel like knocking on the door after that. He knew that Morgan was ticking off the doctor, and that wasn't a good sign. He was actually asking for a death wish with his sarcasm! He heard some noises afterwards, pointing them out as heavy fists that were possibly to the face. Hesitantly, he knocked on the door, "D-doctor Monroe?"
"Come in, Weasel . . ."
He opened the door to see Morgan on the floor with Monroe over him in a squat position. "Doctor . . . , I have some bad news . . . Kael . ."
"What about the girl . . . ?"
Morgan's eyes were now focused on the stuttering Weasel, hoping and pleading in his mind that everything was all right. If anything had happened to Kael, he'd make it hard on himself and never forgive himself for not being there for her. Weasel pondered over his thoughts some more, wondering if he should tell the lie he was about to tell, " . . . . She's . . dead . . ."
His eyes started to get watery as Monroe stood up to him with an evil smirk, "Ah . . . , and how's that?"
"I . . I killed her! It was an accident! She just kept yelling and screaming at me for Morgan, and I . . I couldn't take it! I beat her down until she just . . . stopped breathing . ."
Tears had started to form on the rims of his eyes from that. He wasn't the only one, though. Morgan felt like a knife had pierced his chest as his heart pounded heavily. He found it hard to swallow his tears, gasping for air as he began to choke, "How could you?! How could you do that to her?! I thought you were the good guy! Now, she's gone . . ."
He broke out in tears, hanging his head low in defeat. They had taken everything away from him: his power, his freedom, and now, his heart. The scientist smiled devilishly, "Hm . . . . I've proved you wrong, Weasel . . . . You aren't that soft at all . . . She still in her cell?"
Weasel nodded sadly, noticing that his plan was going smoothly. The doctor was actually stupid enough to believe him! On the inside, he was dancing for joy that his plan was working.
"Good . . . Watch the boy for a moment. I want to see her . . ."
With that, he walked out of the office, making his way towards the hall of cells. That's when Weasel had to move quickly along with the saddened bandicoot. "Come on, and get up!"
"No! You killed her! I'm not going anywhere with you, nor Monroe!"
"That was all a lie! She's safely out of this facility! Trust me on this! We really have to go!"
Morgan looked up at him with surprise, "S-she's still alive?"
"Yes! Now, come on! We must go before he realizes she's missing!"
The boy stumbled to his feet with the help of Weasel, and the two headed out the door as quickly as they could move. It was only a matter of time before Monroe realized what really happened . . . . .
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Doctor Monroe made his way down the aisle with an evil smirk placed on his face. For once, Weasel did him a favor. That kid deserved a raise in pay. Turning his head towards Kael's given cell, his jaw dropped as his eyes narrowed.
"WEASEL!"
The cell was completely empty. Thinking quickly, he rushed over to the nearest alarm button and slammed his fist right into it. In an instant, the alarm sounded, signaling other scientists and guards in the facility that there was an attempted escape of some sort in the building. All doors to the outside were to be locked while the elevators shut down. There was no way of escape for Morgan and Weasel, now . . . .
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"Oh, no . . ."
"What?"
"Doctor Monroe sounded the alarm . . . There's no way to escape . . ."
"What do you mean there's no way of escape . . . ?"
The two stood there in the middle of the hallway, unsure of their next move. Weasel only knew one other thing to do and that was to get out of the center of attention. He turned his head to his right to see nothing but wall, so that was no good. To the left, he saw the bathroom. "Get in there!"
He quickly shoved Morgan in front of him towards the bathroom. "Wait! Where are we going?"
"We can't just stand in the middle of the hallway like a bunch of idiots! There will be guards crawling all over the place in a matter of seconds!"
"And what are we to do in here? Wait for them to come right in and get us . . ?"
Weasel turned to the young bandicoot, "I can now see why Doctor Monroe beat you to a pulp! You and that mouth of yours just never shut up with the sarcasm!"
Morgan just shrugged as Weasel went on to thinking. The bandicoot still couldn't keep his sarcasm to himself, though, "What's wrong with calling him Monroe, or by his first name, whatever it is? Doctor Monroe sounds a little stupid, don't you think . . . . ?"
"I don't have time for your mouth . . . . ," then he spotted something possible for an escape, "Could you fit through that?"
The boy looked up at the ceiling air vent that the man had pointed to, raising a brow. "Hmm . . . I dunno . . Maybe."
Weasel then turned to the boy with a smirk, "Well, we'll find out, now, won't we . . . . ?"
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"I want you to find those two, immediately!"
Guards searched everywhere they could for anyone: up and down the halls, in closets, other laboratories, and so on. When one of them came out of the bathroom, though, he shouted towards Monroe, "Found one, Doctor!"
Monroe made his way towards the guard as a few other guards followed close behind. Going into the bathroom, he saw Weasel, sitting on the blue, tiled floor. "Weasel! Where are my bandicoots?!"
"They're not yours, Doctor . . ."
The scientist grabbed the guy's shirt collar, lifting him to his feet, "Where are my bandicoots?!"
A guard from behind spoke up, "Doctor . . . , you may want to see this . . ."
Monroe glanced back to see him looking up at the ceiling, joining in to view what he saw. The grate to the vent was barely in its original place. He glared back down into Weasel's scared eyes, grinning, "I have a surprise for you, Weasel . . . . I'm sure you'll enjoy it. I know I will . . . ."
Weasel's eyes widened at the statement with his ears going back. He had done the right thing, but he was practically giving up his life for it.
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His blue eyes searched his surroundings for any possible life. There were only so many feet to the doors to freedom that his heart pounded heavily. This was almost over! Seeing no life at all, he slammed his fists repeatedly into the grate before him until it smashed to the floor. Then, he jumped from his perch in the vent, making a wild dash for the double doors head. This was it! Almost there! He could already feel the sun shining brightly on him as a warm breeze met him by opening the doors . . . . That never happened, though. Although he slammed his body into the doors to push them wide open, they didn't budge an inch. He repeated himself by attempting to push the door open over and over, but nothing was working. "NO! NO! This can't be happening!"
His hands wrapped around the handles, shaking himself wildly in hope for freedom.
"Hey!"
He glanced behind his shoulder to see a guard rushing towards him. That's where he panicked. He didn't have any option, unless . . . . He faced the guard with rage as claws jolted from each fingertip. "Don't come any closer!"
The guard came to a halt in front of the boy in anger, pointing a gun at his head. "You're coming with me . . ."
"I'm afraid that you're mistaken . . . . You don't want to mess with me . . ."