The Darker Side of New Thundera | By : Crystalandra Category: +S through Z > Thundercats Views: 7628 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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Chapter 2
In the wee hours of the morning Schwenk woke up and, straddling the sleeping tiger, squeezed himself between the wall and his sleeping bedfellow. Lumar put a reassuring arm over his bedfellow and continued sleeping blissfully. His earlier annoyance dissipated, Schwenk considered the ‘unusual’ position he was in (and by position we’re not talking about sleeping positions, dear reader).
He had known Lumar for over three years now and even in the progressive city, his close friendship with a Bengalian was considered strange by many. Gaston Schwenk had first met Lumar when he himself was in mortal danger. Three years ago Schwenk was a chancer, a risk-taker. Problem was, a human only made one mistake when dealing illegally with feline-kind. He’d done a few ‘dodgy deals’ with local drug barons of the furry kind. Being a risk-taker he decided to retire and so skimmed some cash on the top. Unfortunately cats noticed that there was less cream than usual and went human hunting. Sheer fortune had allowed Schwenk a ten second head start and he ran like he’d never run before. In a foot race between humans and Thunderians the outcome was pre-destined. In a moment of desperation he had unceremoniously dived into the cardboard ‘hut’ that Lumar was asleep in. He lay down behind the huge, filthy and ‘ripe’ smelling Bengalian, praying that he wouldn’t be eaten by the tiger who had clearly fallen on hard times. Three ‘goons’ stopped and woke the Beni up. “Hey, scum! Seen a human come past here?” “Erm….no….sorry…” he replied, technically telling the truth. “Really? Nothing? Hey, how about a hot meal to jog your memory??” the lead goon offered. “No, really…I’ve seen nothing….sorry…” Came the response. “Piece of filthy shit!!” the lead goon kicked the big cat in the face and ran off into the dark, fearing a possible angry cat situation. After a minute or so the big cat spoke through his bust nose. “It’s OK; they’re gone now…you can leave safely…” And Schwenk so nearly did… But he turned back and looked at the bloodied face of a fallen beast. Ribs were clearly visible, his coat grimy and dirty--his self-respect non-existent. “Would you turn down a hot meal from me?” Schwenk asked levelly. “Well….probably not but…well…I can’t really move much…” he lifted the blanket away from his legs which were covered with sores and ulcers. Schwenk shook his head slowly. “You’d better learn to move…you’re coming with me to get cleaned up…” he offered his hand out. “You don’t want to be wasting your time with me…I’m nobody, an outcast…trouble…” he said sadly. “Quit your whining, pack up whichever bits of shit are important to you and come with me…or I'll kick your nose!” this offer brought the rumble of a growl from deep within. “Ahhh, so there is a spark left inside! Good…bring that with you too…” So our unlikely couple found themselves back in the human’s apartment. It was modest but warm, dry and well-ventilated. The tiger stood in the middle of the room. “Right…strip off and I'll run you a bath…” “Why?” he asked. “Cos you stink you dummy…” he snorted. “No, I mean…Why are you helping me?” “Why? Well…..erm…you saved my hide back there, you got a kick in the face for your troubles and….well…you didn’t roll over and eat me!” he admitted. Lumar, for that was his name, burst into laughter. “I don’t normally eat on the first date…I wait until I’m bathed and warm…” he winked. “…and a comedian too…” he called from the bathroom. “Maybe I’m also using you, you know? Helping you so you’ll stick around and protect me from the bad old world…” “What makes you think I’m any good at helping to protect?” “Well…the seven foot of tiger helps, the teeth and claws are pretty good too…” “Maybe…didn’t stop me getting kicked in the face by those bums!” “True, but that was a low sucker punch….Did you see how fast they took off afterwards…” he chuckled. He walked back in with a hot cup of strong, black coffee. He handed it over and the cup was drained in a mighty gulp and belch. “I’m glad I don’t buy the pricey stuff…” “That was great, thanks…” he wiped his chops with the back of his hand as he sat down. “I'll get you the pot…it’ll be quicker…” he smirked. Schwenk bent down and looked at the tiger’s legs. “Nasty, but they’ll heal…how long you been on the street?” “About six months give or take…” Schwenk worked his way up and ran his fingers over the protruding ribs. “...and when was the last time you had some decent protein?” Lumar pondered this. “I guess I last had a rat over a week ago, then it’s mostly bugs and bin food…” he nodded affirmatively. “You’re Bengalian, right?” “I am…why?” “Because I’ve never seen a Bengalian bum living off bugs and shit before…From what I know of Bengalians that sort of thing is abhorrent…” Lumar turned away from Schwenk, clearly upset. “I’m sorry…I didn’t mean to offend you…” Lumar suddenly stood up, towering over his human host. “Offend?? It is I who offend you…I’m here as living testament of failure. I stand here, dropping filth, fleas and gods know what else into your home…I must sicken you!” he said defiantly. “No, no…sit down and take your boots off…I'll clean the worst off manually before you bathe…” Again Lumar looked horrified. “Consider it payment for saving my life…” he got a damp sponge and started wiping carefully around the sores. “Why were those men chasing you?” Lumar asked. “I stole a bit of money from them…” “Oh? You’re a thief?” “No!!” he shot a glare at his guest. “I’m far more than a mere thief…I’m…an artist…” “An artist who steals from drug dealers….Sweet career choice!” “You knew those cats?” “Sure…they sell their shit to others down on their luck…The enemy of my enemy is my friend…hence why they didn’t get to kill you….or why I haven’t eaten you yet…” he winked. “Ahh…that explains a lot…” he paused. “I’m Gaston Schwenk…” he offered his hand. The Bengalian took it firmly. “Lumar SoLallian…” “Well, Lumie….your bath is ready and as polite as I am….you stink!”Lumar stood and turned to the bathroom and then, in a sweeping movement picked the human up off his feet and hugged him tightly. Then, carefully placing him back down he went into the bathroom to enjoy a two hour bubble bath…
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Present day Lumar shifted his weight and Schwenk adjusted his position accordingly. He was awake, and if he didn’t know any better he could of sworn Lumar was hugging him.“Weirdo!” he muttered.
When Lumar awoke shivering, he saw that their sleeping positions had changed and Schwenk was now cuddled up close to the radiator basking in its warmth—damn it! The tiger shivered again and tried this time to grab a piece of the comforter but failed unsuccessfully to pry it from the human’s grasp.
“Schwenk…hey Schwenk…are you awake? You’re hogging all of the covers--I’m freezing cold!” Lumar wailed petulantly pawing his friend. Schwenk grunted something unintelligible in his sleep, rolled over onto his other side, and continued to snore loudly. Not quite one to take the hint, Lumar tried again but this time was rewarded with a backward kick to his shin; the big cat yelped.“Now shut the fuck up and stop your caterwauling! Leave me the fuck alone!” The human seethed burying himself even further under the covers. The tiger gave a petulant sigh and rubbed absently at his leg. Well there was no sense in trying to go back to sleep, he was too cold! Lumar climbed out of bed and limped his way into the bathroom to relieve his full bladder—perhaps he would try to make a cup of steaming coffee to warm him up.
Finished, the Bengalian tiger stood before the small vanity mirror peering critically at his reflection; he cracked a wide smile pleased with what he saw…
He was a far cry from that emaciated looking beast he once was those many years ago…Actually it was only three years…since then Lumar had filled out quite a bit gaining a lot of muscle mass thanks to good food, wonderful companionship, and a roof over his head. The big cat bared his fearsome canines thinking back to his clan…his family and how they thought he was slow and stupid—he was neither! It was the constant jeering and negativity that wore down his defenses to the point he didn’t care. Eventually they had driven him out and with nowhere to go he wound up on the streets living day to day like an animal! If it weren’t for that fateful day when Schwenk crossed paths with him, Lumar supposed he would have eventually wound up dead in some back alley...like the old Sh’iar priest…The tiger shook his head…Stop it! Don’t think about the old puma priest…Not your problem…We have money now! Schwenk knows what he is doing…Besides, he owed the human so much…Schwenk had been, was his savior having given him a new lease on life—a purpose!
Lumar turned the faucet on, dipped his hands under the flow of water, and splashed his face. Feeling somewhat refreshed, he left the bathroom and stood at the foot of the bed gazing down at the sleeping human…
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