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Chapter Four
Clump. Clump. Clump.
Ching ching- ca- ching chin.
Pashmina and the children were led down the bus' dark steps into the scorching heat of the afternoon. The sun radiantly shown, nearly blinding them and they all squinted into the dusty wind. Already given their pale blue uniforms- Pashmina was glad to not get orange like the hamsters in the 'Big Jail', it wasn't her color- along with cramped shoes, they sweltered further.
Ching ching- ca- ching...
"Stop dragging your feet. It's getting sand in my eyes!" Cappy complained.
"So...?" Penelope giggled and kicked the ground harder.
"Stoooop!"
Pashmina sighed. The chains jangled. The children bickered. God, she wanted out of here already!
Between the heat, miserable circumstances, and the dim future to come, Pashmina didn't think things could get much worse. At least she still had her health, probably not for long.
Ching ch-
She glared down at the binding chains. Great. To make things worse, her shoe had come undone. She sighed angrily. Wait! Her shoe needed retying! An idea came to her as she walked faster, nearly tripping Cappy and Penelope as she approached the guards escorting them.
"Excuse me?" They stared back at her coldly. "Erm... Since I'm pawcuffed, can you guys tie my shoe?"
She knew better than to expect them to actually do it, she just wanted to see if they'd give her an alternative...
One of the officers laughed.
"Do it yourself, criminal!" Pashmina fumed. Now she understood why Boss had gotten so upset at the name. Oh well, all in the plan...
"Could you undo my cuffs then, please?" There was a pause. 'Think, Pashy, think!' They still looked at her. 'Aha!' She folded her paws, pouting and widened her eyes. "Pwease...?" she asked again, cutely, tears welling up to add to the effect.
The guards turned to each other desperately, sighing. The first one came near.
"I guess..."
What harm could she do anyway?
The man slowly took out his key and slid it into each cuff, slipping them off of her wrists. After this, Pashmina stepped back a few feet, then a few more, and took another few strides backwards to give her a little distance from them.
"Okay...? That's far enough!" the first guard shouted. He turned to the second. "What's she doin', anyway?"
The other shrugged. "All she's doing is tying her shoe. Why the Hell's she gotta go all the way over there for?"
"Women..."
"Blondes..."
The first guard grinned slyly. They both laughed.
As soon as he said that, Pashmina turned around briskly, walked a bit further, and glanced over her shoulder to see them one last time before...
She took a deep breath, and leaped into a sprint.
"Dexteeerrrrr! I'm comiiiing back for yooou!"
The guards exchanged horrified looks.
"What the H-"
"Holy mother of f-"
"Fudgecookiepaste! Who'da thought?"
"How'd we fall for that?"
"I dunno," the other blurted. "Hey! Get back here, criminal!"
"Stop her!"
Pashmina kept up her pace, panting and giggling shortly. It was a lot harder to run in heat and sand. She was sweating buckets already. Oh well, just a few more yards if she sped up since one of the guards had already started after her, and she would be free. Now, which direction was the other prison...?
The officer didn't even have to run at the madly dashing ham-girl because...
Just a little further, she pushed herself. Almost out of range...
"I wanna come, Pashmina!" Penelope screamed.
"You will stay here, little girl!" the first guard yelled at her.
"Plus, they're probably gonna catch her real easy," Cappy added with a laugh.
"Run, Pashy, run!"
"Oomph!"
She fell right on her face, getting it covered in sand. As the second guard caught up and hovered over her, violently puling her up and recuffing her, she sobbed and began to spit out the gritty stuff. She felt exasperated.
Why couldn't she have just tied her shoe first?...
-.-.-.
Stan's dash was going slightly more successful.
But not by much.
He darted down the one ward and went into the next, all the while being followed by a pawful of huge, tough-looking ham-boys. He desperately tried getting away from them, fearing for his life.
As he ran past a cell, the inmate in it hurriedly handed him a small razor blade. Staring at it in a confused manner that almost caused him to stop, Stan just threw the thing at his chasers without looking. One of them stepped on it and yowled loud enough to let everybody know.
"Grr... Yer ass's mine, faggot!"
At this, someone else threw Stan a condom. He sweat dropped.
'Well, if worst comes to worst...' he thought, gulping, pocketing it and running faster.
He sighed between heavy breaths. This was only his first day here and already he was about to be killed.
"C'mon, pussy cat, too scared to take a beating?"
Stan's eyes narrowed.
"It's tiger, if anything!"
They all laughed at this.
"Oh. Okay... tiger!" someone mocked. This fueled the gang's laughs.
He snarled, turning his head around while still running.
"Hey, Carlos, do us a favor and turn this guy's lights out for us, will ya? His staring is freakin' me out!"
"Huh?" Stan asked.
"Better stop lookin' at us, kid!"
"Hu-Ow!"
Stan's head pounded as he lie on the floor, staring up at the ceiling. He felt sick.
'What the Hell was that?'
It seemed he had collided with a nasty piece of piping that whoever it was had stuck out just in time for him to hit it.
Throb throb throb.
Stan placed a paw on his forehead to check for bleeding. There was none, but he still felt a considerable amount of pain.
"Ugh..." He closed his eyes tightly to subside it.
"You okay, fucktard?"
"Um yeah. Just gimme a sec- oof!" A kick to his side was all it took to really make Stan pass out. Everything faded to black and the only thing he could think about or remember was how this all started.
It was just minutes before, when he was walking down to supper and saw Candace in the hall. He didn't say anything to her and just walked by, when she clapped him on the shoulder quickly.
"Eh, bitch!" She said it so breezily, Stan didn't know what to do to react. She began waling back the opposite direction as Stan thought of something.
"Err... Hey, uh, even bigger bitch!" Stan chuckled lightly, smiling.
Candace stopped dead.
"What yous say?" she snarled, eyes still bulged slightly.
"Hm? Oh. A bigger bitch. Ya know, you're a bigger one than me!"
Chortle chortle.
Grunt.
"..."
"I mean, dudette, you're the biggest bitch of all the bitches, right?" he laughed even more. This was bonding, right? They could be pals this way, right? He decided to go on since she didn't say anything back, most likely thinking of a comeback. In his mind, he was winning. "The Wicked Bitch of the West, yeah?" This was all a joke to him, but why wasn't she laughing along?
"Is dat so?"
He didn't catch the tone of her voice and looked mock bewildered. "Are you kidding me? Damn, you're like, the Queen of all bitches! The bitchy Grand Sheba, the-"
"Fellas!" she hollered.
"Yeah, Candy?"
"Whatcha need?"
"Dis guy givin' ya problems, Candace?"
The voices came from nearby, behind some cells.
"Fellas, kick his ass good for me."
"What! I was joking!"
He really was! Why was it that she could call him stuff and he couldn't have a little fun? It was not fair!
"Tell it to the judge," one of the men growled.
"We're gonna teach you how to treat a lady with proper respect..." Another grinned.
'Whoever said I was a lady...?' Candace cackled at her own thought, spitting off to the side as they clustered around him, beating their fists into their open paws. Stan gulped.
"I'm sure we can come to some kinda compromise, right follows?" They kept their eyes on him, inching closer. "Or not?" Stare. "Aaaaahhhhhh!"
Stan began to run off and all the while Candace's dark laughter followed him throughout the ward.
These hamsters really needed to lighten up. Either that, or he would need to learn how to watch his mouth more…