‘I’m not your girl!’ I threw a book at him.
The book bounced off his head, and then cartwheeled over to the lampstand. Kirk’s gun claws, aimed at Günter and me, remained steady. They vibrated and whirred charging up to fire. Kirk crowed, ‘Bombs away!’
I took a deep breath. ‘Hoy! What’s his face!’ I hollered. Chief Ex man turned towards me. ‘I’ll talk. But only if you take off that mask. I can’t talk to someone I can’t see. It creeps me out! I don’t care if you’ve shown me once who you are. Take it off.’ That would keep the conversation going a while. I was sure that he would not take off his mask and argue against removing the mask. ‘They’re going wild out there, they won’t care if you’re—’
Read more "Out of the Chocolate Box (71)"I whacked the plate scattering strings of pasta, or what looked like strings of pasta, over the floor, wall and his mask.
The Chief Ex peeled a spaghetti noodle from his mask. ‘What did you do that for?’
‘How do I know it’s not Boris food? Magellan maggots and some poor human’s blood and flesh?’
A few minutes later I heard a scream. ‘DADDEEE!’ Then a cry. ‘NOOOO!’
An alarm rang throughout the complex. Screams, howls, and gunshots echoed left and right of my room.
What if this cockroach can read minds? Like Boris. I blocked my thoughts from him. ‘No, I don’t—just logic, if they go to the trouble of having a baby.’
‘Poor child. Should’ve never been born.’ Kirk edged closer to me and stroked my back.
I shrugged off his touch and moved away. ‘She had another child, was he yours?’
‘What?’ Kirk slid onto a beanbag sized cushion as if he were God’s gift to a galaxy full of females. ‘Cat got your tongue?’
I shrugged.
He jumped up, stretched and flexed his muscles. ‘I won’t bite.’
That’s not the story I got from Boris.
The other guard dropped my arm. He groaned. Then he staggered to the middle of the room. He stiffened, keeled over, slamming his face on the floor. Blood oozed out under the mask. My, that melon stuff was powerful!
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