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The Darker Side of New Thundera	By : Crystalandra Category: +S through Z > Thundercats Views: 7628 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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The cries of freedom soon turned to shrieks of unadulterated horror--whatever lived in that hole was busy devouring the Micrits.
"What the fuck!" Schwenk growled in surprise.
Lumar glanced at the human. "I could have been the one snacking on the Micrits but no...You just HAD to let them go. Well whatever is in that mouse hole ate them."
"You don't get it, do you? It's about my nightmare, OK! It freaks me out..."
"It freaks you out that I enjoy eating Micrits?" The tiger passed his hand over his head.
"NO...I have a recurring nightmare...I get slipped a shrinking potion...you find me, think I'm a micrit and...well...I could go into plenty of detail, but it doesn't end well for me!"
Lumar flattened his ears. "Schwenk that is so ridiculous...That could NEVER happen. I'm sorry but I don't think I will be altering my eating habits for you or anybody. I enjoy eating MICRITS and I will continue to eat MICRITS."
"No...please don't, OK...you do know that shrinking potion exists, right? And do you check closely the faces of those you devour?"
"No I don't and why would I? I don't care what the Micrits look like...they're just food!”
"What I'm saying is, dummy....my nightmare...it could happen!!"
The big tiger gave the human a baffled stare. “I don’t understand...why would anybody want to shrink you?”
"Who the hell knows....but at least try and understand my fear!"
Lumar gave an exasperated sigh and said nothing...
In another room Argo watched and listened to the pair on the monitor; he turned when Crys entered the room with Precious in tow. “What have I missed?” She asked petting the reptile.
"Well...we now have an idea of what scares the monkey, maybe the tiger too..."
The she-cat snorted. “It doesn’t look as though anything scares the tiger except being held captive in chains.”
"Uh huh...and....the thought of eating his 'brother'..." he smiled coldly.
Crys frowned. “Whatever do you mean? Are you thinking about torturing the human? Maybe chopping him up and feeding pieces of him to the Beni?”
"Not necessarily...can you get hold of a shrinking potion?"
“Shrinking potion? Yes...I suppose so...But that would mean visiting that stupid vulture over at castle Plundarr...He has busy hands!”
"Hmmmm....OK, here's what you do for now until you can get some...take Schwenk into another room...half an hour later take three, no, five micrits in and eat one...then ask the Beni to eat one....after they're all eaten just say to him you're not sure whether you've eaten Schwenk....or he has...Understand?"
A slow evil smile spread across the Sh’iar warriors face. “Argo...I love your plan...I would be happy to....I understand.”
"Then go....do it....let's break the Beni....if that doesn't work...well...we can feed Schwenk to the tiger..." he smiled and steepled his fingers.
“Right away!” Crys quickly left to go execute the Tiglon’s plan...
Schwenk and Lumar glanced up when they heard the door open, the she-cat entered with two sentries at her side; she pointed to the human. “You monkey--you’re coming with us.”
"What?! No!!" he backed up against Lumar.
The big cat snarled wrapping his arms protectively around Schwenk. “LEAVE MY BROTHER ALONE!”
Crys rolled her eyes. “Oh please, spare the histrionic display for someone who cares.” Removing a rectangular device from her belt, she depressed it--Lumar howled in pain grabbing at the collar around his throat. Oh and how he bellowed!
"Wha....what are you doing to him?? STOP!!"
She grinned, “Are you going to give me any problems monkey if I stop?”
"No.....none..." he said urgently.
Crys motioned for the guards to grab the human, Schwenk went quietly. Satisfied that he wasn’t going to be a problem, she released the button--Lumar collapsed gasping to the ground.
"What are you doing?" he said angrily.
“Doing? Why I’m not doing anything except separating the two of you. Guards remove the monkey...Lumar you’re going to remain here.”
"But why? We've done nothing at all....I want my lawyer!"
She laughed. “Yeah...right...I have your pistol...You know, the one you used to shoot the priest with? It seems you have forgotten it...it has your prints on it...The residue on it is a perfect match for what was found on the priest’s garment. In this case, we’ve got you.”
Schwenk considered this for a moment. "OK, how about we agree on a deal then?"
“I don’t make deals...speak to Argo.” Crys growled. “Take him away.” She glanced at Lumar. “Are you hungry tiger?”
"H-Hungry....erm....yes..." he panted in pain.
“Poor, poor tiger...” She sang without much sympathy. “Does it hurt? Consider this, if you try to do anything stupid I swear the pain will only get worse. Do you understand?”
He nodded vigorously. "I'm hungry!"
She smiled. “Of course...I’ll get you something to eat...do you have a preference? Raw steak? Road kill? Or perhaps some juicy Micrits? They are quite delicious and mouth watering? What do you say?”
"Micrits!!" his eyes lit up.
“Micrits it is! I’ll be back with a bucket of them.” The she-cat winked and disappeared out the door. About thirty minutes later Crys returned with a bucket of Micrits and clothes for the tiger. She threw the pants at Lumar. “I got tired of seeing you naked and I figured it was getting rather drafty for you.”
Lumar eagerly put the pants on. "Thanks....now...micrits, you said?"
Crys was busy looking inside the canister; she raised her head. “Oh...but of course. Let me show you how tasty they are.” She fished out a screaming Micrit and popped it in her mouth. “Mmmmmm...Oh Goddess this is so yummy!” The she-cat chewed purposely then swallowed. Again she fished another one dropping it down her throat with Lumar watching and salivating.
"Can....C-can I have one?"
“Oh where are my manners?” She pushed the bucket over towards the tiger. “Help yourself...enjoy.”
He beamed and grabbed one, popped it on his tongue and pressed it on the roof of his mouth until it went 'pop'. He swallowed and grabbed another; this one went down kicking and screaming. "So damn good!"
Crys beamed. “Didn’t I tell you they were? Do you know we have perfected a technique for creating Micrits...We have concocted a potion...a shrinking potion that we use on humans to miniaturize them...turn them into Micrits so to speak.” She waited observing the tiger.
He licked his lips. "Erm....excuse me?"
She winked. “We miniaturize humans...basically fatten them up first then shrink them creating Micrits...Or if we have people we want to get rid of...well shrink them and eat! Brilliant isn’t it?”
"But....you....no, no you couldn't do that...you would shrink innocent humans?"
Crys sighed. “There is no such thing as an ‘innocent’ human. To the Sh’iars ALL humans are vermin--There’s no good human other than a dead one. Besides, why should you care? You are a carnivore like all felines on this planet!”
"Wait! Where's Schwenk..." his pulse increased.
“Schwenk? Hmmm...I’m not sure. I know I saw his clothing...Wait...did I see they had a bottle of the shrinking formula?” Crys screwed up her face thinking. “Oh wait a minute...I picked up the bucket, filled it with fresh Micrits--I think I heard one screaming louder than the rest...Um, I guess it could have been Schwenk...I may have eaten him or it could have been you.”
"WHAT!!" he thrashed at the chains. "I need to puke..."but his fingers wouldn't reach his mouth, "Damn you...Damn you!!" he teared up.
Crys laughed, “’Damn me’...hey I didn’t force you to eat the micrits...You did that on your own accord.”
"Oh my God...one of them is still alive in there!!"
“Really?” The she-cat quickly grabbed the canister away to Lumar’s horror. “Do you think it’s Schwenk?”
"Oh Gods....no, no, no...Please...help me get him out! Did you swallow any?
She popped a screaming micrit in her mouth and chewed. “Nah this one isn’t Schwenk. Goddess Lumar you are going to throw up your lunch just to see if you swallowed the human? Your digestive juices would have eaten him by now.”
"No....it's...he's still moving, I can feel it....him!"
Crys shrugged. “You want me to help you regurgitate? Sure--I’ll help.” The she-cat swung her fist punching the big tiger squarely in the stomach; he doubled over vomiting everything up.
After he spewed he poked through the stomach contents...two were red 'splat' marks. One was still moving. "There...THERE!!"
“That’s Schwenk huh? How can you tell? Half of his face has been eaten away by stomach acid.”
"It's him!! Help him, for Gods' sake...help him!!" Lumar implored.
“How do you expect me to help him? That is one nasty mess of a human.” The she-cat commented examining her claws.
“You can help him....HELP HIM!!"
“Why should I help? I would call this poetic justice...He KILLED the priest after all, didn’t he?”
"No he didn't....please...he don't look so good!"
“...And he’ll get a lot worse if you don’t tell me the truth.” Crys threatened. “What’s it going to be Tiger?”
"I'm TELLING YOU THE FUCKING TRUTH!!!" he roared angrily.
She turned on her heel. “I am done with you...Your friend can die for all I care.”
"Please....help him....do something! Anything..." he begged.
“There’s nothing that I can do...you won’t confess to the crimes. Just remember, when your friend is dead, YOU will be alone to wander in the streets.”
"OK, OK....help him...I'll tell you everything..."
“Then talk...”
"He killed the priest...he didn't mean to....but....he did..." Lumar hung his head.
“Now was that so difficult?” Crys asked; she wandered over to the semi-digested micrit and scooped it into the canister. “I’ll see that your friend is well taken care of.” She exited the room and fed the remains to a waiting Precious.
Schwenk, meanwhile, drummed his fingers in a room, being scowled out by a monolithic Sh’iar guard.
Argo entered and took a seat opposite the disgruntled human; the Tiglon raised a bushy eyebrow and waited.
Schwenk looked at Argo and then, looked again. "What?"
The Tiglon smiled. “Do you have anything you would like to say to me?”
"Of course not!!" he replied irritably.
“Are you sure?”
"Damn straight!"
Argo leaned back in his chair, “Your tiger just confessed that you killed the priest.”
Schwenk paled, then recovered. "Nice try...he can't confess because we did nothing!"
“It’s amazing how much Lumar enjoys eating Micrits...” the Tiglon commented running his thick claw along the table surface.
He frowned."Even so...you're lying!"
“All one has to do is to convince the tiger that he has eaten his friend....the rest, as they say is history.”
"WHA....." The human carefully composed himself "I meant to say...he wouldn't fall for that..."
Argo smiled. “Lumar loves his tiger brother dearly...All we had to do was plant the idea in his feeble head that we had shrunken his brother and he’d eaten him...Crys helped him to regurgitate the Micrits he had consumed, he even fished through his stomach contents and begged my associate to save the micrit he thought was you. He confessed only after she promised she would take care of it.
"The fucking dumbass...." he held his head. "OK, OK....what now?"
“Therein lies the problem...What do we do with you? It wouldn’t do to kill you Schwenk then what will happen to the tiger? He depends on you...I am not so cruel that I would make him suffer because of your crimes.”
"I'm listening..." he was intrigued by the concept of Sh’iar 'mercy'.
Crystalandra burst into the room. “Argo, I say kill him! Don’t show him any mercy--he showed no compassion when he killed Priest Greela.”
Schwenk was speechless for a moment. "I...I...didn't get the chance to show compassion, otherwise I would have!!"
“He was a kind, gentle soul! If you had asked him nicely, he would have more than likely been happy to give you a gold piece...But NO! You just whipped out your gun and fired! I say kill him!” Without missing a beat, Argo signaled the guards to take Crystalandra away; he sighed. “Now as I was saying what to do with you?”
"I asked him for the gold..."he sighed, "He refused...the next thing I knew was that I had pulled my gun...I...I didn't want to harm him...but...."
“Schwenk you are underhanded, conniving, crass, and devious...Very much like the Sh’iar and I like that very much...” The Tiglon steepled his fingers. “There could be uses for you...”
"Really?" this was getting more surprising by the minute.
“Perhaps I could...use your talents...especially to keep an eye on certain enemies...”
"Crys...she will not like that one bit, or Pandora!"
“Don’t worry about either one of them...our Sh’iar women are quite volatile, yes even difficult to control, but that is none of your concern...I need a mole to keep an eye on Lion-O and his infernal ThunderCats.
"Them? But...well, they don't exactly welcome humans into their hearts!"
“And neither do the Sh’iar but you are a resourceful man. They are do-gooders who will help those especially in need.” Argo coldly regarded Schwenk.
"They'll kill me if they even catch a whiff of the plan..."
The Tiglon smiled. “I haven’t killed you have I? Neither will they...You will be well paid for your assistance...you and Lumar both.”
"Why? Why pay us??" he quizzed. "Surely we owe you our life and souls..."
“Yes...as a matter of fact you do...You and Lumar both belong to the Sh’iar body and soul but we are not so uncivilized that we wouldn’t provide you with money for your comfort. We Sh’iars are quite wealthy...wealthy beyond imagination...Accept the money.”
"There is something I want..."
Argo eyed the human. “What is it? Maybe I will grant your request if it is reasonable.”
"There is a tigress...Tee-Lara..."
“What about this tigress?”
"I want her..."
“Is that it?” He chuckled then shrugged. “Then so be it.” The Tiglon motioned to the remaining sentry, “Bring the tiger here.”
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