I was trembling, wet cold and miserable.
After Tucker had attacked whoever had grabbed me a second man appeared and hit my baby cat to the ground, I wasn’t sure if the bastard killed him or not because I was hurled away and throw into a small room and no matter how much I banged on the door no one would open the damn door. Didn’t I know I was a lawyer and I never go quiet in my defense!? I could smell fire and hear the sizzling of something cooking and for a second I thought they were peeling and eating my Tucker.
I am going to kill them if they did.
Whoever they were they seemed comfortable in the small hideout they had constructed, they had the small holding cell and it was dark, they were laughing and probably eating Tucker and I was… going mad. Literally going mad. I touched the walls around myself and found nothing to help me with, they were talking outside, probably figuring what to do with me (or what piece of Tucker they were enjoying more) and the thought just drove me over the edge. I had to get out. I let out a scream of frustration, waving my arms around wildly…
“Ouch!” I screamed, because I hit something dangling from the roof. Oh, these two were so dead!
Quietly as I could I managed to grab hold of the piece of cable work dangling from the roof and make my way out through the roof. Would they be surprised when I suddenly appear? I smiled, evilly, and managed to make my way out of the small post office they were huddled in, the day was still clear and the streets were empty, from the roof I stood I could see the street of the gas station. This was going to be a piece of cake. I slid down the emergency escape stairs, and ran; they had taken my sweater and the rain drizzling over me wasn’t helping, but fueled with anger and adrenaline I didn’t care much. I managed to reach the gas station, pump the needed diesel and then reach the humvee in record time. The sound it made when I started the engine would have waken up the dead, literally, and pressing the pedal it hurried down the street, made a sharp turn in the corner and determined to kill those two I just rammed the vehicle into the post office.
I had no idea humvees were so powerful, it was untouched by the crumbling debris. But once again the façade of the post office only looked sturdy. I grabbed the shotgun I kept on the passenger’s seat, where Tucker loved to cuddle, and shot a round to the air, making the already frightened men cower back further as I neared, shucking the shell of the used round and pointing at them.
“This is a Mossberg 500; I don’t promise to kill you but I sure as hell can make enough damage and leave you to be eaten alive. So answer quickly; where is my cat?” The two men stared at me, as if I had gone nuts and I just prepared to shoot…
“There in the box, in the box!” One said, noticing my intentions.
“If he’s hurt I swear I’ll kill you!” And I moved sideways towards the small carrier, Tucker was within it, uncomfortable and had a little trail of blood running down his face. “Baby?” He mewled at me softly, as if tired. I picked the carrier up, and without turning I backed up to the humvee. “I have no idea who you are, but stay away from us.” And putting the carrier in the seat it slid down to the passenger seat. Still pointing at them I got into the car and closed the door. “Idiots.” And with that I reversed and hurried away.