Ch 13 To fight a God
“WHO ELSE?” Tyranno roared. “WHO ELSE OUT THERE IS STUPID ENOUGH TO TEST THEIR PUNY MORTAL MIGHT AGAINST THAT OF A GOD??!!”
Marty strode out in the middle aisle standing in front of Tyranno. “Well I guess that would be me.” He said.
“W-WHAT?! DO YOU HAVE SOME SORT OF DEATH WISH MAMMAL?! YOU DARE CHALLENGE THE LORD OF THE REPTILES EVEN AFTER WITNESSING MY POWER?”
“Yeah I’ve seen this ‘power’ of yours.” Marty said doing an air quotation with his paws. “And let’s just say I don’t think you’re all you’re cracked up to be.”
“HOW DARE YOU, YOU SHALL PAY FOR YOU BLASPHEMY IN THE HIGHEST DEGREE. I WILL MAKE YOUR DEATH BE PAINFUL AND SLOW!”
“Hmm,” Marty responded as his gazed went up to the ceiling. “You sure do like hearing the sound of you own vo-“
Before he completed his taunt he jumped out the way as a lightning bolt struck the carpet right where he was standing.
“DAMMIT! BE STILL YOU INSOLENT CREATURE!”
“What the manner?” Marty taunted. “Is the lord of reptiles having a little trouble hitting a lowly mammal? Sounds like you need some godly glasses!”
Another lightning bolt was hurled at him. Marty again jumped out the way, he fired his gun but instead of aiming at Tyranno he started firing up in the ceiling where the lightning bolt had just came down from. Suddenly on his fifth shot a huge object as big as Marty himself came crashing down from the ceiling. As it collided loudly with the floor it became easier to make out what the object was, it was a large metal coil with a length of wire wrapped around it. “Ah so that’s how it worked!” Marty said.
“STOP HIM! CROCCO COME AND KILL THIS RACCOON NOW!!!” Anya noted that a hint of panic was beginning to creep into his voice.
“Now waitaminute.” Marty said. “What happened to killing me yourself? What the matter? Lightening bolt on the fritz?” He tapped the coil with his foot. Crocco ran up to Marty and grabbed him by the ankle.
“SHUT UP!” Tyranno roared. “I HAVE DEC IDED THAT YOU AREN’T EVEN WORTHY OF BEING STRUCK BY MY HEAVENLY BOLTS! NO YOU SHAL DIE BY THE HANDS OF MY LOYAL FOLLOWER CROCCO!”
Marty tried to shoot at Crocco but the crocodile grabbed his gun paw and squeezed it until he was forced to drop the gun. Marty then tried to swing inwards and bite Crocco. But Crocco stopped him, grabbing him by the neck. He then flipped the raccoon over and held him up high in the air attempting to squeeze the life out of his neck.
Gagging for breath, Marty reached inside his trench coat and pulled out a grenade. Crocco saw this and tried to snatch the grenade away from his paws but his reaction was too late. Marty very quickly yanked the pin out with his teeth and lobbed the grenade directly at Tyranno’s open maw. Time seem to stop as everybody watched the grenade arch gracefully into the mouth. It made a clank noise against the back of the skull. Then it exploded.
There was a loud earsplitting sound of screeching, tearing metal and then the head came crashing down. It thudded loudly as it crashed against the carpeted floor. Crocco released Marty’s neck in shock, dropping the raccoon to the floor. Exposed ripped wires now stuck out the neck and the bottom of the head buzzing and crackling with electricity. Everybody stood there for a good minute attempting to processes what had just happened.
Mr. Toad was the first to speak. “Alright, alright. Marty, so obviously ya got a better idea about what da heck is goin’ on here den da rest of us, so why doncha go on ahead and clue us on in.”
Marty picked himself up off the ground rubbing his neck, he brushed his coat off. “Sure certainly I was just getting ready to do that.” He search in his pocket for a cigarette. “You see Mr. ‘Lord of all Reptiles’ over here is actually an animatronic from the unreleased horror movie, ‘Night of the Living Fossil’. Its most likely being controlled from somewhere nearby.”
“But the lightening, the voice . . .How?” Crocco murmured. Marty motioned to the coil laying on the floor. “That your lightning bolt right there. This coil is moved around by some mechanism on the ceiling, that’s probably what the fog was for, to cover it up. So when ever Tyranno decided to demonstrate his ‘godly power’, this coil drops down that had a lethal current of electricity running through it. So whatever poor sap gets hit by this would get promptly fried. Now we are dealing with people in the movie business here, so I’m guessing that they’ve installed some sort of sound system on the ceiling. Tyranno is probably being voiced by whoever’s controlling it.
“And dat creature is da guy behind alla dis?” Mr Toad.
“Yes I’d say so. “
“So why don’t you quit jerking us around and tell us who the blighter is!!” Marlon snapped.
“I’m getting to that okay? ‘Night of the Living Fossil’ was produced by the Fluff network studios. That movie was funded and produced by none other that Craig Boulder, ya see its my guess that after Mr. Boulder lost to Geraldo Spike in the Mayoral election last year, he decided if he couldn’t run this city one way, he would run it the other way, through the underworld. But Mr. Boulder was one ambitious turtle. He wasn’t satisfied with running just one part of the underworld, he wanted it all, gun running, narcotics, carrion, protection rackets, the whole shebang.
“The only way to achieve this goal however was only if he was to eliminate all his potential competitors, that meant getting rid of all the other crime bosses in the city and the offering their all of their guys a job working for him. Of course there was no way in the world he could take all of those guys himself, nope he needed an army creatures who were willing to do anything he said, even if that meant giving up there live, in other words he needed an army of suckers.
“That’s when he had the bright idea of using the popular reptile god, Tyranno. If he could convince people that his wishes were actually Tyranno’s bidding, he could get them to do whatever he wished. So that’s when he bought this here old theater and turned it into a church for Tyranno. That when he started to collaborate with a certain Zenny Scales. Being a famous special effects expert. Mr. Scales was the most perfect partner Mr. Boulder could have in setting up this illusion.
“But Mr. Boulder didn’t entirely trust Mr. Scales so he secretly planted a camera in Mr. Scale’s office to better keep tabs on what the lizard was up to. That was when he witnessed Mr. Batty Nocturne breaking into Mr. Scale’s office and planting evidence in there that latter got hhim in trouble with thee Carrion Queen which ultimately ended up getting him killed. Crocco saw an opportunity in this where he could use the situation to his advantage. First he had the priest prophesize to his followers that he in a display of power, Tyranno would execute Batty Nocturne by having the bat take his life with his own paws. Then he sent the video footage to Batty along with a blackmail letter telling him to fake his death on TV and then leave the country or else he would send a copy of the video to the Carrion Queen.
“Batty had no choice but to comply with the instructions on the blackmail letter had laid out. So he bought a prop gun preparing to do the deed. But unbeknownst to him, on the night of the show his fake prop gun was replace with an actual real gun. So Batty ended up unwittingly committing suicide on live television thus fulfilling what was prophhisised. That’s how he was able to gain the loyalty of so many of his followers. And so after that Mr. boulder was able to get two more to blow themselves up.”
“So you mean tis whole time . . . It was all a fake?” Crocco said.
“Yeah, sorry but you’ve all been taken for a ride.”
“Alright so I guess da next question is where do we find dis bastard.” Mr. Toad asked.
“I think I know where he is.” Crocco spat. He marched over to the little door at the side of the room that Craig Bolder had disappeared in before the service had started. He kicked the door three time before it fell down off its hinges.
Marlon and Mr. Toad had walked up so they could get a better look at what was going on as their gang held the rest of the reptiles, who had lost their will to fight, down with guns pointed at them.
Behind the door was a tiny room with a desk protruding from the wall that was filled with all manner of buttons and levers. On the wall was a giant flat screen TV that was slit up into four parts displaying different viewing angles of the sanctuary. A large boom microphone hung from the ceiling.
“So this is where all the magic happens.“ Marty commented as he entered the small room.”
“Where Boulder?” Marlon demanded to know. “It’s time to teach that phony what an inferior species really is!”
Crocco looked around the room the he threw the chair that was in front of the desk aside to reveal Craig Boulder. The arms and pants of his nice suit draped down around his shell as he had retracted both his arm, legs and head inside of his shell.
Crocco grabbed the shell with both hand, ripping the suite off. He began slamming the shell hard against the wall. “Come on out you coward, come out you fraud. The game is up!!”
Finally Craig boulder’s dazed looking head came out from under the shell. “I- had to do what had to what had to be done..” He murmured.
“And what was that? Lie to our faces? Have us kill ourselves? I was willing to kill for you!!”
“I-I still had my reptile brethren’s best interest in mind! I wanted tou mke the city a better place for reptiles, that’s why I was trying to take out all the inferior species that held power in this city! So then us reptiles can run the city.”
“Oh yeah? So what about the Elixir of the Dinos?” Crocco reach in his coat and pulled out a syringe filled with pinkish liquid. “You were gonna give one of these to each of us, you said we were to inject ourselves with it When Tyranno brings reptile paradise to earth! It was supposed to help us transform into our new dinosaur bodies!”
“Ah, I was wondering how you were planning on disposing of these guys once you had everyone you needed bumped off.” Marty remarked.
“Okay, okay, fine you got me.” Craig boulder replied. “You should also know something thought, He pulled a matching syringe from the shreds of his own suit and plunged it into Crocco’s arm. ”I always keep a spare on me, just in case!”
“Nooo!! Crocco dropped Craig to the floor and began desperately trying to bite of the chunk of arm where he had been injected at. But the “Elixir of the Dinos” was already working its way through his bloodstream. He stumbled around the room as he began to feel himself going blind, and his feet going numb. Then he fell down to the floor, dead, with foam gushing from his mouth.
Craig Boulder stood up to find both Mr. Toad and Marlon Golfox both pointing their guns at him. “N-ow c-come on good gentlebeats, I-I got lots of money!! Lots of it! I-I can pay you guys real good! A-all you got to do is just let me get out of here alive, that all I ask for!” He pleaded.
Golfox shook his head. “You must be mad if you think I’m going to let you walk out of here after you MURDERED MY PARENTS!”
He turned to Mr. Toad. “What about you Mr. Toad, you’re a reasonable creature aren’t you? Just let me go! You can name your price. Im the president of Fluff Network, I can get you anything.”
“Please Mista Boulder stop embarrassing yaself, will ya!” Mr Toad replied. “Jest try ta die with a shred of dignity left in ya so dey can at least have one nice thing ta put in da obituary.”
Craig Boulder scanned the room desperately for someone else that might be able to help him. Then saw Anya
“You!” He exclaimed turning to Anya. “You’re a police dog! You have to protect me! That’s your job right?”
Anya just looked at him for a minute, then she raised her gun and fired. His shell cracked loudly as the bullet went through it. Craig stumbled for a minute and then fell down, dead on the ground.
“That was for Grover.” She said in a soft voice. Everyone, even Marty, looked shocked by her actions.
“Bloody hell! That was supposed to be my kill!” Marlon exclaimed.
“Well I don’t know about you guys,” Mr. Toad said reloading his mchine gun. “But I’m about to whack somebody tonight.”
He walked up to the microphone and spoke into it. “IS DIS THING STILL ON?” Now his voice was projected throughout the sanctuary just like Craig’s was when he was posing as Tyranno.
“HA HA! HEY DIS IS NEAT! NOW I’M TYRANNO, HA! OKAY WELL ANYWHO IT LOOKS LIKE YOU LAMEBRAINS ALL BEEN TAKEN FOR A BUNCH OF SUCKERS. I ACTUALLY FEEL KINDA BAD FOR YOU GUY, IT LOOKS LIKE YA ALL REALLY DID BELIEVE IN DIS TYRANNO JOKER. BUT DEN YA SEE, DERE’S DA MATTER OF MY CASINO, WHICH HAS BEEN BLOWN TA BITS. NOW IT AIN’T NOTHIN’ PERSONAL BUT SOMBODY GOTTA PAY FOR DIS. LIGHT EM UP BOYS.”
The whole sanctuary was filled with gunfire as the two gangs executed all of the reptiles iin the room. Some tried to run and some tried to raise their own weapons to fight back, but most of them reacted too slowly and was shot down before they could move.
Mr. Toad turned around and pointed his gun at Anya. “Step away from da dog Mista Mask, she’s gotta go to.”
“Wait, wait, now hold on a second,” Marty protested. “Why do you gotta kill her?”
“I’m sorry about dis Marty, I really am, I heard she’s like you friend or somethin’ but I’m just not comfortable wid letting a dog jest walk after seein’ my guys ice alla dem creatures like dat. Ta put it simply her bein’ alive is gonna be bad for business!”
Anya drew her own gun and pointed it back at Mr. Toad. “Go on ahead and try it criminal!”
Golfox drew his own weapon. “Do you think you can hit both of us at once doggy? I’m not too keen on going to jail either.”
“I’ll take as many of you criminal scum with me as I can!”
“Guys, guys please!” Marty shouted. “Geez, is shooting the only way people know how to solve problems around here?”
“Well I guess dere ain’t no harm in listening, what’s your idea?”
“Okay, Anya just wanna let you know I really sorry about what I’m about to do but it’s the only way.” Marty whispered to the dog.
“Huh?” Anya said confused.
“Okay so we all just saw shoot an unarmed creature in the head right. Everyone here, including me are witnesses to that right? So now you guys have something you can blackmail her with right? Now with this she can’t ever come after you guys ever again!”
Ayna looked with shock in her eyes at Marty. “What?!”
“Sorry but this is the best idea I can think of keeping you alive right now!!!”
Mr. Toad and Marlon held their guns pointed at Anya as they considered Marty’s proposition.
“I dunno,” Marlon said. “She doesn’t look like the type to just let us go.”
“Yeah!” Mr Toad agreed. “How about dis, I do think she will keep her word so what if we heard in from her own mouth. Den I’d be satisfied. What do ya say doggy?”
Anya didn’t say anything. She continued to hold her gun steady.
“C’mon Anya” Marty pleaded. “Work with me here! Ain’t no way you going to be able to shoot through all of these guys by yourself.”
Anya still didn’t respond. “Oh please can we just get on with it?!” Marlon said impatiently. “She obviously just wants to die. Just get out the way so we can grant her wish already!”
“C’mon, Anya you can’t die tonight!” Marty said urgently. “Gelltempo City needs you! Your like on of the few decent dogs left on the police force that actually give a crap about their job! Who gonna clean up the streets if you die? The crimiinals are gonna have a field day!”
Anya considered what Marty said, then finally she lowered her gun. “Okay, I didn’t see anything here.”
Mr. Toad lowered his gun. “Well, dats enough for me, what about you Golfox?”
Marlon sighed and lowered his pistol as well. “I guess so, was kind of looking forward to plugging a dog, but oh well, I’ll get my chance another time.”
“Well its time ta light dis place up!”
“Yeah you’re right.” Golfox turned around and step outside the room. “Go on ahead and break out the gasoline guys! It’s time to burn this looney bin to the ground!” He shouted to his subordinates. He turned to Marty and Anya. “You blokes may want to clear out of here, it’s gonna get mighty toasty inhere really fast.”
Marty and Anya made there way outside the church as Mr. Toad and Marlon’s gang began drenching everything in gasoline.
David was standing outside at the door as thy exited. “You guys okay?” He asked “I heard this really loud voice in there, what was that?”
“I’ll explain everything later. We gotta get away from this building!”
They moved across the street from the church.
Mr. Toad, Marlon and the rest of their gangs came out of the church which now had a billowing cloud of smoke coming from it.
“You do realize I can’t ever come after those two for anything from here on out right?” Anya said. “They can do whatever they want now.”
Marty shrugged. “Like I said it was the only way. Those guys aren’t the only criminals in the city. You got plenty of guys running around the place that are tons worse than these guys.”
“Are they burning the place down?” David asked as flames began licking out the window.
“Yep,” Marty said. “I think we can safely say tht this is the end of the church of Tyranno. “
Siren began to sound in the distance. “Well looks like we better hightail it out of here.” Marty said.
“You guys can go.” Anya said. “I am still the detective assigned to this case, I have to give a report. Don’t worry, I won’t tell them everything, but this bombing case needs to be closed.”
As everyone quickly made their way out of the church, Mr Toad remain at the entrances. Pulling out a book of matches he struck one. He took one last look at the broken animatronic with its head lying on the floor. “Rest in pieces Mista Tyranno.” He murmured. He then lit a cigar in his mouth and then tossed the flaming match onto the gasoline soaked floor. He watched the flames began to spread for a few moments and then he turned around and left.
He left the building and stood a good distance from the church and stood there watching it burn He was joined by Golfox.
“Well I guess dats da end of dat! In all da year of me bein’ in da business I can’t say I’ve ever seen any crazy stuff like dis before! Cigar.”
Marlon slapped the cigar out of his hand.
“Hey what’s da big idea ya big palooka, ya know how much dough dese thing cost?” Mr. Toad agrily bbsnapped, picking up the cigar.
“So are we suppose to be bloody chums now?” Marlon snapped angrily, “We team up to shoot a few nutters together and now we’re off to the bloody pub for a pint? Is that how this is suppose to work? Maybe you did’t kill my parents, but I still haven’t forgotten about how you killed my brother you slimy bastard!”
“Oh please. Gimmie a break will ya? He came at me! Alright. Drove up to my warehouse! What was I suppose to do? Jest roll out da red carpet for him?”
“You mailed his severed head right to my parents doorstep. My mum was the first opened the box you know, she had to see her own son’s bloody head!”
“Oh well I apologize for dat, dat was mean for Charles ta see, not da lady, but ya gotta unda stand we were at war at da time. I was jest tryin’ ta send him an effective message.”
“Oh yeah, well I got a bloody message of my own to send to you! You can talk all tough but I know ou lost a lot of your people in that explosion at the casino! You arern’t as powerful as you used to be! I ain’t gonna rest until I end you, you got that Toady?”
“Well if ya wanna play it dat way den fine. I’ll finish what I started five years ago, and bury da last of da Golfoxes in da bottom of da bay!” Mr. Toad shouted back
Marlon’s paw went for the gun tucked into his belt. Mr. Toad raised his own machine gun and pointed it back at him. Then they heard the sirens in thhe distance.
“Sounds like da dog are comin’, We best be makin’ tracks now or else we’s all gonna be doin’ time in da slam!”
Marlon froze for a minute. Then move his paw away from his pistol. “Don’t think this is over Toad! “ He snarled. “I’d best be keeping a constant glance over your shoulders from here on out if I was you!” Marlon snarled. “Alright mates looks like we’re done here, lets clear the heck out!” Marlon and his gang all piled into a big black van and peeled off into the night, the tires schreeching on the pavement.
“Oh yeah well I’ll be waitin’ for ya! Sor bring it on!” Mr toad shouted back. He then sighed sighed. “Great” He muttered to himself. “Dis is just what I need.”
One Week later.
“We Gather here today to honer our fallen officer Grover Bristlefur. He was a good dog, and brave. He gave his life in the line of duty, protecting this city.” The raven priest cawed.
Soft sobbing noises came from Grover’s Mother and several other of his litter siblings who sttodd at the front of the funeral procession dressed in black attire.
“Anya, You were Grover’s partner for five years. Perhaps you night have some words?” The raven cawed
Anya sighed as everyone looked at her expectantly. She really didn’t want to do this. She walked up and took the podium. “Umm. Grover was a very nice easy going creature.” She said. “He always knew how to have fun in life. I now wish I could have gotten to know him better. I had the chance to, he kept asking me out on dates but I didn’t- I was always too busy. . .” She lost her voice and the tears began dripping from her eyes.
Crankjaw quickly ran up and gently guided her away from the podium.
Gorvers Casket was lowered into the hole in the police grave. Five dogs marched up dressed in white ceremonial police dog uniform and tossed there heads back and howled towards the full pearly white moon, a traditional sendoff for dogs that have fallen in battle.
Grover’s casket was lowered into the ground. After the funeral the mourners gather around the grave to watch the dirt get thrown on top of it.
“I read your report last night, some pretty crazy stuff,” Cranjaw said to Anya “Never woud have thought Craig Boulder woud stoop that low.”
“Yeah” Anya responded. “I was very shocked too,”
“So you say a bunch of guys broke in and started shooting? And somehow that Tyranno animatronic go damaged in the gun battle?”
“Yeah someone hit the thing with a grenade and the head fell off. I was escaping the building while everyone else was distracted.”
“Hmm. Why didn’t you call in or anything once you got out of there?”
“They and taken my phone and radio!”
“Ya could have still tried to find a pay phone or something.”
“I-I’m sorry sir, I guess I wasn’tb thinking strait . . .”
Crankjaw sighed “Its okay detective, I guess you can’t really expect anyone to be thinking on their feet after going through what you went through that night. You know we found the remains of Craig Boulder along with the remains of the rest of his congregation that was in the church at the time, a lot of the bodies have been burnt to a crisp, but whe found where some of them appeared to have what looks like bullet wounds.”
“I don’t, a little bit after I got out, I heard a lot of gunfire, then those creatures that were shooting the place up came out. Then the church started burning.”
“Well it would figure that these nutjobs would piss the wrong creature off sooner or later, especially if they were targeting crime bosses. You wouldn’t have gotten to see who any of these guys where would you?”
“No I was too far away to get a good sniff of them.”
“Blast it!! I just wish we could have taken that turtle in! As much chaos a trouble as he caused this city, he should have been made to stand trial for his crimes !”
Anya didn’t respond, she just gazed at Grover’ grave.
Crankjaw stood there uncomfortably regretting making Anya relive the memories of that fateful night. “Hey look, you really should take some time off, you have weeks on top of weeks of unused vacation days, I think its time you start using some of them!”
“Thanks for the suggestion sir, but I would rather get back to work.”
“No, no, you’re not understanding me, that was an order not a suggestion. If your going to be working for the GCPD were going to need you with your mind functioning at full capacity and for that your gonna need some time to grieve and recover. I want you to take at least a week off at the very least, you got that?”
. “But sir I-“ She then sighed realizing that Crankjaw was not going to budge on the matter. ”Okay fine, I’ll take the week off.” She mumbled.
The grave was finally filled with dirt everyone began moving back to their cars. Anya started to make her way to her car.
“Officer Jenkins!” Crankjaw called.
Anya turned around.
“Umm, if you ever feel like you need anything like I dunno, someone to talk to or somethin’ feel free to call me on my personal line, alright?”
“Thanks.” Anya responded, “I’ll keep that in mind.”
“Okay listen up Barfy! I’ve had just about enough of your crap! If you and me are gonna keep being partners, we’re gonna have to get few things strait! First off stop calling me Pooch! My name is Wilfred! Second off we’re gonna start doing things by the book. You and me both know that skunk didn’t need to be shot in the leg! And third, stay the heck away from my sister! She’s way too high class for the likes of you!”
“Hey, well you know I never asked to get stuck with your stick up the behind butt anyways! The chief decided to put you with me so we’re gonna have to work this case together like it or not! So why don’t you get off my back?!“
Marty chuckled as the commercials came on.
“So you really like this show?” David asked reach into the big bag of fishy bits, that they were sharing on the couch. It was the next night after the incident in the church.
“Of course, why not? It’s the best!”
“Oh well you just didn’t look like the type to like ‘Barfy and Pooch’, I though you’d find it kind of corny.”
“Of course its corny! That what make it so great, This always lightens me up after a long day of work.”
A knock sounded at the door. Marty got up and opened the door. “Why hello Mr. Toad, How are you tonight?”
“Well If ya want me to be honest wicha I got one thing dat are gonna be a pain in da butt ta deal with on my mind.” Mr Toad responded. “I’m not as big as I used ta be since my casino got blown ta bits, and I think dat Golfox kid is startin’ ta smell da blood and is goin’ ta start muscling his way on my turf. So now I gotta deal with him before he starts causin’ problems for me.”
“Geez,” Marty said. “Well, good luck with that.”
“Yeah yeah, so anyway I was just dropping by ta thank you for da good job ya did workin’ on da case, and to show dat I’m a toad of my word, I givin’ you da other half of da payment.”
He nodded too his to bodyguards in the back of him, Phil and Louie. Phil held up a suitcase and Louie grabbed it and help it up and popped it open presenting the contents to Marty.
“Dere’s da other thousand just as I promised, you can count it here if ya want to.”
Marty took the money out the suitcase. “Thanks, I’m just glad I’m done with the whole thing, wow this is a lot!”
“Well look I gotta go but I wanna let ya know, I like ya, ya made it on my good side!”
“Oh yay me.” Marty responded sarcastically.
“Heh, heh, funny guy huh? But anyways if ya ever need a favor from me, like ya need someone whacked or somethin’ give me a call alright and I’ll see what I can do.”
“Well I guess I’ll keep that in mind,” Marty said Pocketing the money in his trench coat. “Though I don’t think that will be happening anytime soon.”
“Yeah well I’m outta here, I gotta fox problem to deal with!” And with that Mr. Toad, Phil and Louie left the doorway.
David had switched off the TV so he could easedrop on the converstion at the door. Marty walked back in and dropped the wad of money down on the coffee table David’s eye’s widened as the stack bounced slightly on the table.
“Sweet Kitty Bastet! That’s a lot of money!” He exclaimed, ogling the stack of cash.
Marty plopped down on the couch next to him, “Yeah I know, and that’s only half of it, I still got most of the first half he gave me in the safe in my room.”
‘Geeze what are you even going to do with all that?” David asked.
Marty stared at the money on the table. “Don’t know yet.” He picked it up a weighed it in his paw. “Wanna go to the mill pond?” Marty asked. “The drink are on me tonight.”
David grinned. “Yeah sure just let me get my coat.”
Lonely Rock Island Prison Facility
Lonely Rock was a prison facility built on an island that stood over a five miles away from shore in Geltempo bay. The island was formed by chunk of rock that stuck out several feet above the ocean level forming a large plateau. It stood there stubborn and unmoving against the ocean waves that angrily crashed against the rock.
This was where Geltempo kept its most dangerous and hardened criminals. The island was chosen as a place to build the prison because it was virtually impossible to escape from. Any creature that manage to survive the drop from the edge of the island into the waves would then have to swim for days nonstop in order to get back to shore.
There were three recorded escape attempts from the island but none of them were successful, two drowned trying to swim to shore and the other died after getting dashed amongt a patch of sharp rocks.
There was only two way for a prisoner to escape from the cold desolate rock, one was if they served out there entire sentence at got pardoned by the city and the other was death. Mostly all sent to Lonely Rock took the latter way out, either dying from old age, getting murdered by fellow inmate, execution or suicide.
It was nighttime in the lonely rock prison, It was rec time for the prisoners in cell block E. To guard dogs sat in chairs at the front as the prisoner mingled about the rec yard, a small area on the hard rock surface of Lonely Rock enclosed by a fence, some were kicking a ball around and others were throwing a frisbee. The guards didn’t seem too concerned with watching the yard as one had fallen asleep and the other was idly pawing through a magazine.
A small skunk kit who looked way too young to be wandering amongst the fierce stone faced looking inmates walked his way through the yard. He wore a pair of dirty overalls over a greasy shirt, and a short little hat.
Suddenly a ball flew in whacking him in the head knocking him face first on the ground.
A weasel ran up grabbing the ball. “Hey you messed up my wicked cool pass with your head stupid!” He growled at the kit. “Why don’t you watch the heck where you’re going!!”
“Waah!! That hurt. You need to watch where you’re kicking that ball!” The little skunk cried,.
The weasel whacked him in the back of his head with the ball making him fall back on the ground.
“Shut up! You know I get mighty sick about how you prance around like you own the dang place! ‘oh look at me, I’m Onioneye the skunk, I can go anywhere in the prison I want because they let me keep a key card, nobody cat hurt little old me cause I’m Scarsnouts little errand kit!’ Well guess what you little punk, Scarsnout can’t watch you every moment!”
“Is that right?” Rumbled a deep gravelly voice behind him.
The weasel slowly turned around and his eyes widened with fright as he saw the speaker. It was a huge honey badger towering over him, with narrow fierce eyes and a long scar which ran from his right cheek all the way up hiss snout. “You have a problem with my little guy?” He growled
“Problem?” The weasel asked shakily, “Oh nonononooooo, Scarsnout! I was just helping little Onioneye here! You see he tripped and fell and I was helping him-“
“Waaah! He beatin’ me up!” Onioneye screamed.
“Is that so?” Scarsnout rumbled.
“No no! You know how young ones are with imagination-“
Scarsnout grabbed the weasel by the collar and lifted him up high into the air until his eye were level with his own.
“Now you better listen very closely because this the last time I’m gonna say this to you! Onioneye here works for me now, and while he’s working for me, he’s under my protection. Now if you don’t want your legs broken, don’t mess with creatures under my protection, you got that?”
“Y-yes sir!” The weasel sputter, “I won’t ever touch him again I swear!!”
Scarsnout threw him down on the ground and began kicking him in the side.
The Guard dog looked up from his magazine. “Hey! You guys stop it over there, before I make you spend the night in the cave!” he shouted not bothering to actually get up.
Scarsnout gave him a final kick, “Get out of my sight.” He growled.
“Yeah, and don’t come back ya big poopyhead!” Onioneye shouted.
“Shut up!” Scarsnout shouted at the skunk kit as the weasel quickly scampered off. “Your fifteen minutes late!”
“I’m sorry,” Onioneye cried. “Please don’t hit me!”
“Just take this!” The Badger slammed a small palm sized box into Onioneye’s chest. “Now I want you to listen to me very carefully, you are to sit out here and wait till Cell block F has there rec hour. There will be a cat on the weights in the exercise room. Give the box to the cat, he will give you a brown envelope. Bring that envelope back to me! And don’t let the guads see it! You got that?”
Onioneye nodded his head. “Yeah!”
“Lets hear you repeat it back to me!”
“Ummm, Take the box to the cat in the weight room, Get the envelope and don’t let the gaurds see the box.”
“Don’t mess this up for me again.” Scarsnout snarled. “If you do I will bop you up aisde the head a few good times again.”
“Ohh! Please don’t hit me again!” Onioneye pleaded. “I won’t mess up I promised!”
A loud buzzer sounded. “It was time for the inmates of cell block E to return to their cells. “Just don’t screw this up!” Scarsnout growled before turning around and heading off back to Cell Block E. Onioneye sat on the bench at the back with the box in his little paws. He looked and the small cardboard. He shook it and heard a few loose items rattling around inside.
It would be half an hour until Rec hour for Cell block F began. Eventually the curiosity burning in his mind got the better of him. He wanted to know what was inside the box. He thought about it for a minute and then came up with a plan. He wouldn’t be technically be opening it if it fell on the ground and happened to fall open.
He held the box as high as his little arms could stretch and then ‘accidentally’ let the box slip from his paw. The box hit the ground making a soft noise. The lid to the box fell off revealing the contents inside. There were ten makeshift cigarettes, amateurishly rolled up around some dried up crushed leaves. The was also a book of matches with a logo of a bright pink bunny on it.
Onioneye’s eyes went wide with delight when he saw the matches. It had been weeks since he got to watch something burn. He picked up the book of matches and struck a single one and watched it burn, getting memorized by the flickering flame. All too quickly the match was blown out in the wind. Onioneye sighed with frustration. He needed something to make a bigger flame with. He felt around in his pockets looking for scraps of paper that he could use for kindling. But he had no luck all he found was a half-eaten biscuit that he had saved from lunch.
Taking a bite out of the biscuit he scanned the empty yard, looking for something he could burn. His eyes then fell on the cigarettes in the box. Maybe no one would notice if just one of the cigarettes were just a little bit burnt. He struck another match and set a tiny piece of the cigarette on fire. This time he got a much better flame. Before he knew it, it had already burned down to his paw and he dropped it.
Onioneye quickly put the lid back on the box hoping that no one would notice a cigarette missing. The prison buzzer rang again soon and the prisoners from Cell Block F began to spill into the yard. After waiting ten minutes Onioneye made his way to the exercise building.
The room had a few rusted old hulking pieces of exercise equipment and weight bench with a few weights scattered around it. There was a cat sitting on the bench dong curls with a set of dumbells, this cat had no tail, Onioneye recognized him. It was Manny the Manx a cat that arrive at Lonely Rock only two weeks. He was brought in for armed robbery on a bank and shot two creatures.
“What the heck?” He said as Onioneye walk towards him. “They’re having kittens do time here now?”
“This is from Snoutsnout.” Onioneye said handing him the box.
“Sweet! My catnip.” Manny said in delight. He dropped his dumbbell which hit the floor with a loud thud and snatched the box.
“The envelope!” Onioneye cried. “I need the envelope now.”
“Yeah, yeah, keep your pants on little dude, I got it here.” Manny reached a paw in the pocket of his orange prison jumpsuit and pulled out an envelope. He handed it to Onioneye. “ Tell Scarsnout I said thanks for hookin’ me up!”
“Okay, I’m leaving now!” Onioneye turned around and started to try to run out the room. But Manny had grabbed him by the tail.
“Hang on a second here, why is there only nine of these cigarettes? I was paying for ten! What the heck you think you’re trying to pull here?!”
Onioneye shugged nervously. “Umm . . . Umm . . . I don’t know”
“Well listen, you give me my envelope back and you take this back to Scarsnout and you tell him I want ten like we agreed on!”
“No please! If I mess up Scarsnout is gonna hit me again!” Onioneye pleaded.
“Not my problem kid! Now hand it over!” Manny reached for the envelope but Onioneye dodged out of the way. Manny chased the skunk around the room. Onioneye was reaching for the doorknob on the exit when Manny finally caught up with him. Grabbing him by the shoulders, Manny lifted the little skunk of the ground.
“Give me the envelope you little punk!” He shouted. He began viciously shaking the poor skunk really hard trying to make him drop the envelope. All of suddenfrom out of nowhere a long pink whip like strand dropped down from the ceiling, literally appearing out of nowhere. It whip itself around Manny neck and began to tighten.
“What the- hurk!” Manny began thrash about, struggling to pull off the pink thing that was holding his neck. But the pink strand refused to ease up on the cat, lifting him off the floor as it strangled him.
Onioneye fell down on the ground landing on his round fluffy bottom, feverishly he scooted away until his back it the wall.
It was the Pink Whip! Onioneye had heard whispers and rumors that the prison was haunted by a vengeful spirit of a wrongly convicted prisoner that was executed there. It was rumored that it would kill anyone unfortunate enough to come across it, by strangling them to death with a pink colored whip. This had to be it, Onioneye could think of no other explanation of what was going on.
In his fear Onioneye sprayed the foul smelling liquids that skunks produce from his bottom. The Pink Whip suddenly released Manny dropping the cat on the floor. Manny stood up rubbing his neck and gasping for breath and then consequently gagged on the foul smelling stench Onioneye had released into the air.
“Geez kid,” He grunted. “You think you could turn the stink of for a second?”
Then the dumbbell that Manny was curling earlier floated off the ground. Manny gazed at it not quite believing what he was seeing. Then the dumbbell slammed itself into his head. The cat fell down on the ground. Then dumbbell rose up again and slammed itself into the back of the cats head a second time. It rose into the air and hit Manny’s head a third time this time making a sickening wet cracking noise as the cat’s skull caved in.
Onioneye watched this bizarre gruesome scene wide open eye. He then relized that the Pink Whip would come after him now that the cat was dead. The got him on his feet, he then ran as fast as his little legs could carry him, out of the exercise building and into the Yard.
To be continued in “Marty Mask and the Ghost of Lonley Rock”