Chapter 2:

He was sat down in a steel chair handcuffed to a table bolted onto the floor. He sat across the Table from the Espeon. He took occasional glances at her breasts. He couldn't help himself. He could feel the Arcanine's breath on his neck from behind him. It was looming over him.

"Okay human what's your name?" The Umbreon said.

"Sue" He said. A giant grin on his face. He'd been bored for hours now it was time for some fun.

"It is not Sue that's very apparent to me" The Espeon said to him. She'd seen his type before, rough tough, blunt and mean.

"'kay I'll tell ya" He said. "Mah name is Cash." He said with a straight face.

The Espeon wrote it down and typed it in her computer. She was registering him in the police-military database.

Okay should I call you Mr. Cash or do you have a sir name?

"My last name is Vermillion but just call me Cash.

"Alright Cash."

This went on for 30 minutes. Till He was put back in the cell. It had given him enough time to loosen an old rusty nail from the steel table and get it into his pockets. He was also fortunate enough to have not been patted down. They put him in another cell. But was right across from some other strange creature that was asleep. It seemed to have passed out.

He put his escape plan into action. He put on the "Old stupid reckless country boy" Gig to convince the officers that he was an idiot. He then began to sing "Were in the Jailhouse now" to add the affect. And drown out his heavy chiseling of the cinder block wall he was cornered up to. He was pounding away at the nail and mortar seam with his bare hand…

It was tough bloody work but he was getting there. The block only needed a crack on the top bottom and sides and then one good kick. He wasn't much of a guy so he could probably crack another block loose and get out. He thanked his lucky stars that he was rather gaunt. He could hear what sounded like several large trucks park outside and military personnel shouting.

By this time he had cracked the first block and finished the song. Now he started singing "Folsom prison blues". He knew the song, or most of it. As he started singing it he could hear the personnel in the office chatting up a storm and shouting as if some knothead had screwed up.

He tripped up at about the second verse. But that's because he internally celebrated because both blocks were free and he was nearly out. He stopped singing as he kicked the blocks out with a grunt. He quickly shimmied his way through the 6" high gaps at the wall. He was just in time as that they just begun to open his cell door.

As he climbed out he was noticed by a guard. But the guard just stood there. The 1' high light blue colored squirrel in police uniform stood there terrified. He towered over it. He gave it an evil grin and licked his lips evilly. It ran off screaming. He then ran for the gate climbed over/through the barbed wire fence and he was free. Sort of. His hands, arms and legs were badly cut and bleeding. As soon as he set foot on the ground. The thunderbolt T 1000 in the courtyard fired up and screamed its warning drone. It wailed in the typical high-low-high-low tone normally reserved for nuclear disasters or high threat risks. It reminded him of the sirens used in that movie called "the purge"

"Oh shit" He muttered. He then turned and ran…Where he was running he did not know. Fortunately the road he ran down was mostly vacant from traffic. Although his orange jumpsuit did not do him any favors he jumped down an alleyway when he heard police sirens and military trucks nearby.

The thunderbolt attack siren could still be heard.

He ducked behind a dumpster and hid. Just sitting there peeking out from behind it. It wasn't night. He still didn't feel safe.

Suddenly he felt something grab him from behind. It put a fluffy but strong hand over his mouth and drug him backwards. He didn't make a sound because he didn't want to attract attention. But this terrified him even more. He heard a door open, and felt himself being drug backwards into the darkness behind the door as it shut…He sat there in darkness fearing for his life. He felt a tail fluffy and light brush up against his face.

"So, a human?" A feminine sounding voice whispered in his left ear. "I haven't seen one of you in a very long time." It said with contempt very evident in its voice. "Your kind are violent, brutal, sociopathic and cruel."

He couldn't help himself. There was something about the way the voice whispered in his ear that made his head and spine tingle. He loved it. He sat there with a blank expression trying to hide his emotions to the potential predator. If he gave off the signs of a victim or the prey, he would probably die. He thanked his lucky stars that Phil Mason taught him this lesson.

"I don't understand" it whispered this time from somewhere farther in the darkness. "Why aren't you panicking or frightened?"

This was his opportunity, his turn to try a strike at fear. Whatever creature it was could definitely see very well in the dark. So he decided to slowly turn his face into that of a creepy evil grin. He sat there. Staring blankly. He could hear a loud gasp. He had succeeded.

"Well you see you stupid creature. I'm not easily scared. I'm a human, we are much smarter than nearly any creature. I may not be able to see you but I know your tricks because of intuition. You tried using the predator-prey tactic to scare me into submission."

The lights suddenly came on! Blinding him! He covered his eyes and closed them.

Then a blinding fury of quick hard jabs to his gut sent him back against a wall.

"I think you forgot, you humans are so incredibly fragile and weak."