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-This chapter is rated Teen+ for excessive violence-
Chapter six
From bad to worse and back again.
Hershey St John walked carefully into the fancy male bathroom of the night club, it was less noisy in there, and the clubs pounding music seemed to be muffled by the pristine white marble room. The only noise the black and white cat could hear was the gentle heaving of Miles "Tails" Prower, she ducked to peer under the line of stainless steel stalls.
She saw orange furred knees, and red and white shoes on the tile floor. 'Bingo' she smiled, 'time to report in, and get the hell out of here' she pushed lightly on the shinning steel door of the stall the poor sick fox was in, fur damp with perspiration. Tails turned his head, eyes glazed over, a silly bemused look on the smiling fox "oh hey Hershey! What are you doing here?" his face becoming very serious, he suddenly shifted so he was facing the toilet bowl again, legs wrapped around the porcelain throne, and gave another heave, shoulder rising and falling with deep breaths between expelling the fowl tasting stomach acid, the young fox retching every time he swallowed.
"W-water please" the fox asked, breathlessly, saliva dripping uncontrolled from the vulpine's mouth. Hershey gave an exasperated sigh, 'this was going to be difficult' she thought, how was she to get an intoxicated and barely conscious fox to safety? The cat turned from the stall to find a cup or anything to give the fox a boost of fresh H20, when like a strike of lighting she was struck in the wind pipe, her breath stuck in her throat, causing the black and white cat to gage.
She stumbled back into the stall, almost stepping on the incapacitated orange fox's twin tails, coughing and sputtering. 'Eli Verns!' the cat panicked, this wasn't good. The reddish fox reached in after the stumbling cat, hand grabbing and twisting the scruff of Hersey's neck fur. Eli pulled the athletic cat from the stall, almost lifting her slender frame off the ground. And with his other hand other hand stuck her square between the breasts with a flat palm.
Bruising the cat's sternum, the air forced out of Hershey's lungs opened her closed throat; she flailed backward with the force of the hit, taking deep mouthfuls of air, steadying herself. The red fox stood there, his glinting shades back on his face, reflecting the florescent white bathroom lights like bright, cruel suns, glaring at the Acorn agent. She took a step forward, hands at the ready.
Her left foot shot out, heal aimed between the eyes of the manic fox, with impressive speed the fox ducked around the blow. Hershey continued the torrent of kicks and punches, every time ether missing or doing little to slow the aggressive fox. Her leg swiped over the foxes head again, heal connecting hard to the side of the attacker's face, with a crunch his glasses flew off his snout, the thick thud of boot meeting furry face caught Tails attention, he wasn't sure at first but now he was certain there was a commotion going on behind him.
'If only the room would stop spinning for just one moment' he moaned to himself. Hershey felt her insides jump with excitement; the powerful kick she had landed spun the male fox around. Now was her chance, she leaped up high, heal of her boot shooting out again, catching the fox in the center of his back, but her heal caught a fold of his jacket, making her lose her balance mid air. She hit the floor hard, tail bone smacking the smooth hard tile floor, pain shooting up her back, eyes clenched shut she let a anguished cry escape from her lips, Eli had stumbled forward, catching himself with his out stretched hands against the marble wall. Side of his face throbbed, his back ached, and he whirled around.
The booze fueling his already over the top aggression, He dove forward tackling the sore black and white cat, they rolled over each other, Eli growling, eyes alight with.. Was it joy? Or rage? Hershey couldn't tell, she did however know she needed to reach her radio fast. She was in over her head; Eli was on top of the Acorn agent, Hershey St John lifting a knee, getting it between her and the aggressor. She pushed with all her might, flinging the fox off of her, she took the advantage and in return dove on Eli, fists pumping, arms lifting and falling like pistons of a high performance car.
But try as she might the Fox had his arms up, seeming to know where the cat was going to strike next, shifting his block to match her blows. Hershey changed tactics, she tried to wrap her arms around the bigger male Mobian's neck, she rolled, getting under the aggressor. Wrapping her legs around his waist, and tried to lock it in place, but Eli had been anticipating when the fight was going to go to the ground.
Ten years of fighting armored and armed prison guards gave the fox more than enough experience to counter almost anyone when it came to hand to hand. Hershey St John was trained, she spent 4 years after Eggmans defeat with the secret service. The Acorn agent had fought killer robots, mad wizards and Independence traitors, she was a recognized fighter.
It was her spirit and confidence as an agent that attracted her husband Geoffrey St John too her. Eli had almost 5 years more than her in hand to hand combat; he had ten years in total in fact. And prison guards were always armed.
He relaxed, letting the cat get under him, and then rising his pelvis up as high as he could; he thrust it down, his backside forcing Hershey's breath from her again lungs again, her hold weakened. Eli broke his right arm free, brining it across his chest and brought his elbow back in two fast, rapid cracks to the side of Hershey's face. Stars burst from her vision, blurring the world around her; the fox sprang up swinging his foot across the helpless cats face.
The stinging in her jaw only made the stars and spots flashing in front of her eyes worse. The momentum of the swift kick forced her head to crack on the floor. Tails was speechless; he had slumped on the cold, tiled floor. Through the spinning he had seen the cats sleek black leather shoes and customary gray agent's slacks, dancing with the worn faded boots and reddish leg fur of Eli, Confusion and fear sending warnings zipping through the young genius brains. Why were his old and new friends fighting?!
The confusion making his empty stomach churn again, Tails moaned in discomfort. The young foxes head was pounding now. He had never felt so ill in his whole young life. Eli lent down lifting the Acorn agent up, she let him only to turn around, still dizzy from the heavy kick to her face, she took a swing at the older fox. The cat's fist hummed past Eli's ear, he raised his hands, something glinted, and fists lased out. Hershey was confounded, thumps ravaging her torso and face, every fist she shot out in reply was swiped aside with seemingly no effort from the older fox. She started to feel light headed, like she had been fighting for an eternity, confusion riddled the black and white cats face.
Her vision was blurring, were her hands getting numb too? Elis eyes were beaming; his flurry of punches had halted. An amused look playing on his face, odd husky blue eyes ablaze with joy, Hershey took the brief moment to ready herself for the expected follow up hits, but they never came, the fox just stood there. That creepy look dancing upon his features, suddenly she hit the floor, knees cracking loudly on the hard tiled floor.
Her breaths were wheezing, shallow. Her torso started to throb. Hershey looked down. Horror written across her face, she held her aching belly with her hands, she could feel warmth, wet warmth. Her black blazer was leaking blood, over a dozen, inch and half incisions dotted her torso. A puddle of her crimson blood ebbed outwards from where she sat kneeling 'T-the bastard…' her mind raced…
With tremendous effort she rose to her feet, fists raised. She took a shaky step towards the grinning fox. Her legs felt like jelly. She stumbled into the arms of her enemy. He crouched with her, gently supporting her as she slunk to the floor. Her tongue was dry, and it was getting awfully cold.
She stared up at the older fox, who was supporting her head, gazing into her fading blue eyes. Amusement dancing on his features, "w-why are you doing this?" she sputtered, "why Tails, why is he important" she asked, feeling colder with every raspy breath. "shhhhhh" the older fox shushed the dyeing cat, stroking her damp forehead, beads of sweat collecting on her brow.
"It's time to let go, you know you want too. I set you free, see?" the fox whispered gently. Eyes beaming with sick enjoyment, Hershey's head rolled toward the gleaming steel stalls. Were only 5 minutes ago she had almost got the young freedom fighter out and safe.
Tails was curled into a tight ball, terrified eyes transfixed on his former comrade. She reached out to the little fox, fingers quaking. And with a small gasp her head fell slack. Never to rise again, the last thing to cross the brave Acorn agents mind was her loving husband, probably worrying about her, her heart ached one last time for the times they had, a small sob left her cold lips before peace finally took her.
Then all was quiet, the thumping of the music in the club in the background. Eli dropped the now dead Acorn agent unceremoniously. Her limp head hitting the floor with a sickening thud, the fox turned to the sink, washing his razor sharp folding knife.
A smile upon his lips as he rinsed his stained hands and deadly tool. The only sounds coming from the restroom was the swishing of water in the sink, and the gentle sobs from Tails. Who was more scared at that moment then he had ever felt in his whole life, he had made a terrible mistake trusting these strangers.