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Claws of Chaos	By : Collip99 Category: +S through Z > Thundercats Views: 4779 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Schwenk slowly came to and was greeted by the mother of all headaches. “Holy…fuuuuuck…” he groaned.
“He’s awake!” Tygra stood outside the brig, arms crossed.
“Cuff him and bring him here!” Lion-O called.
“Bring me…where?” but there wasn’t so much an answer as an orange, black and white whirlwind who puts the cuffs on him and dragged him into the galley, thumped him into a seat and stood behind him for good measure.
“Can you…you turn down the lights a bit? I’ve got a headache…” he mumbled.
Silence came the stern reply.
“Seriously….what’s going on?” he looked around the table and the stern faces and the, frankly, frosty atmosphere. Lion-O threw a small plastic baggy onto the table. In it were five small vials.
“Uh oh…” his heart sank.
“We know roughly what it is…but can you be more specific?” Lion-O asked.
“Erm…medicine?!” he smiled nervously.
“Try again!!” Bengali thumped the table in front of the human, making him jump.
“Look…it’s just a…well…relaxer, that’s all…I have needs…it’s not illegal you know!!” he spat.
“Yes it is!” came the instant response.
“OK, OK, yes…it’s illegal…but…look…I’ve been on that stuff for years…It keeps me mellow…”
“Mellow enough to try and kill Lion-O?!” Tygra rumbled from behind.
“Kill Lion-O??”
“Oh…you deny it now, even though you’ve plenty of witnesses to speak against you…”
“That was…” he looked at Lion-O glaring at him. “…a misunderstanding, that’s all…” he muttered.
“Lucky for you you’re needed!” Lion-O declared.
“I feel lucky….yes…”
“Shut up smartguy!” Tygra smacked the side of his head, enough to leave his ear ringing.
“You ba…” he stopped.
“Something to say, Schwenk??” Lion-O leaned forwards.
“No…nothing…” he licked his lips and avoided eye contact.
“Smartest thing you’ve done in some time!” Bengali growled.
“Please…Lion-O…please…just let me have those back…I'll…I'll cut back the dose! Please…” he implored. Lion-O stood and picked up the baggy and walked towards the human.
“You need them?”
“Yes…”
“You do seem desperate for them…and look what it does to your mood…”
“Yes, yes!”
“Hmmmm…I suppose you could cut back…”
“I will, I promise!! Please…Pumyra could even administer the dose on a regular basis….to help me through…”
“Yes, that would be simple enough to arrange…” he then dropped the baggy on the floor and crushed it under his boot.
“NOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!” the human wailed and Tygra restrained him by the shoulders. Gaston Schwenk then broke down into full blown tears.
“Tygra…get him ready…we’ve a long journey ahead by foot…” Lion-O left the ship into the warm, fresh air of Saran.
Tygra lifted the human up by his shoulders. “Come on cry baby…you’ll feel better soon enough!!” he smirked. Pumyra on the other hand was anything but happy. She was no fan of the human, hell, he did freak her out, but she couldn’t countenance Lion-O inflicting cold turkey on him. It was all so avoidable and unnecessary. They left the craft behind and set out on the long road through the green and pastoral countryside. They were heading for the town of Riversgate. The town was the most recent positive thing that Schwenk had done by identifying it as the location of the next step of the journey. It was also likely to be the last positive thing in a while as, with the addition of Pumyra’s sedative, withdrawal was starting to bite.
“Please…can we rest a while…I don’t feel so great!” he groaned.
“No…we need to push on!” Lion-O commanded.
“Lion-O, maybe we could rest just for ten minutes. Schwenk doesn’t look too well…”
“I really don’t care….not my fault the human is a junkie!” he snorted in contempt.
“Please…I…I…” Schwenk double over and threw up.
“Oh…nice!!” Tygra pulled a face of disgust.
“I need to give him water…Lion-O…we ARE taking a break!” Pumyra acted. She walked back to the human. “I'll be fine Tygra…He could barely swat a fly…”
“If you need me, just yell…never trust a snake!” he walked away.
“Snake…monkey…He needs to make up his mind!” Schwenk spoke weakly. Pumyra wouldn’t help but smirk. “Here…drink this…” she offered the canteen.
“I don’t think I can…” he groaned.
“Well…you have to…so you drink it before I force it down you…”
Schwenk looked up at her, his black hair clinging to his forehead through the sweat of withdrawal.
“You’re a real sap!”
“Probably…but I have to do my job…”
Schwenk took a small sip, rinsed his mouth and spat it out. He then took two swigs.
“I’m sorry for what Lion-O did…you didn’t deserve that…”
“Spare me your false sympathy…” he muttered.
“Actually, it’s genuine…But think what you like…” she replied flatly. There was a long pause.
“Thank you…” he took one more sip and lay back on the ground. He looked up at the blue sky. “The sky…it’s so pretty…” he sighed. He beckoned the puma forwards. She regarded him coldly. “Please…”
She rolled her eyes and leaned in.
“Whilst I make some sense…one piece of advice…Never trust me…Never!”
She looked at him with bewilderment. He recognised the look.
“Never trust me…It’s…it’s not me…understand? It’s what he made me…Him…He made this!”
“You’re making no sense!” she replied compassionately.
“Lion-O…made me like this…he lied…” and with that he passed out. Pumyra shook her head and then spoke to Lion-O.
“Unless you really want to carry him, I’ll wait here until he’s better and I'll catch you up.”
Lion-O thought on this for a while and produced a computer printed map. “Fine…look, a few miles away from here is a clearing…before that big bridge…meet us there we’ll set camp up…”
She nodded in response. “Leave me the handcuffs, just in case he does get frisky…OK?” Lion-O gladly handed the cuffs across.
“Be careful, OK?” and they left.
“Don’t worry…I shall…” she nodded and then she sat by her patient. She waited a further two hours before Gaston Schwenk finally came to. He coughed and looked decidedly grey.
“Here…drink this…” Pumyra gave him the canteen again. This time he took it and drank more.
“Thank you…Where are the others?”
“Gone ahead to set up camp. I didn’t think there was any point in letting you die…”
“Well…you’re all heart, to be sure!” he replied weakly.
She looked at him.
“It’s my job, mostly…I’m a medic after all…”
“Well then…most medics carry analgesics of some kind; oral, IM, syrup…What does this medic carry?”
This time there was a longer pause.
“I carry the essentials…”
“And of course, your essentials are in big ol’, feline sized doses, so there’d be plenty in there to help me…right?”
“I carry a decent range, and yes, in ‘feline sized doses’…What are you asking me, Gaston?”
“Just for some mercy…alleviate the worst of what’s going on!”
“Mercy?? Really? How many people did you show mercy to in that Berbil village? How many Thunderguards did you show mercy to in that gas attack? Was mercy a factor in the attack in the marketplace? The one where women and children were shopping??”
“That was not me!!” he spat angrily.
“You liar…you were convicted, Schwenk. Females and cubs!!” her eyes narrowed.
“I’m fucking telling you this much! It wasn’t…” and that’s when Pumyra punched him on the side of the head. He hit the ground heavily.
“Aaaargh…” he moaned. One side of his head punched, one side grazed on the stony dirt.
“I...I’m…sorry…” she immediately tended to him.
“Cheap shot for a high and mighty Thundercat…but then again…I should expect that!”
“You…you just made me angry…that’s all…” she inspected the graze wound. “Let me clean this up for you…”
“Lion-O lied about me! He falsified evidence…”
“Gaston that is a serious allegation!!” Pumyra gasped.
“Yes. I know. Think about it...I admit to all the other stuff; the Berbil village…where they were storing weapons for Panthro. The Thunderguards who were training to be counter-terrorist specialists…I admit all of that, so feel free to take another sucker punch if you like…” he leaned his face towards her. She recoiled slightly. “But a marketplace?? Why? I’m a terrorist with an axe to grind against Thundercats, Thunderguards and the military machines that run government! I do not hold grudges against bakers and cheesemakers!!” he frowned.
“And of course, you can prove it wasn’t you?!”
“Oh of course. Lion-O left a veritable trail of evidence of his complicity. He posted on library pinboards, social media and radio programmes!” he snorted.
“Maybe it’s your sarcasm I love the most about you…” she replied dryly.
“Anyway…I couldn’t give a fuck whether you, puma medic lady, believes me or not! You can’t alter a damn thing anyway…You’re good for dressing wounds, making broth and punching patients!” he glared.
“And administering pain relief…you forgot that!!” she growled back, clearly hurt by his words. He paused.
“I’m sorry…I…I’m not so good at this buttering up of my enemies!” he sighed and lay back on the ground.
“You think me your enemy?” Pumyra asked.
“All the time you wear that, yeah!” he pointed to the Thundercat logo on her uniform.
“I am a person, not a badge!” she replied.
“Erm…actually I think you’re a uniform. If I got up and ran for freedom I’m guessing the uniform would get up and capture me again…”
“No! The person would do that first! Like I said, I am a person, not a uniform!”
“Well, ‘person’…don’t tell Lion-O that, eh? He would disagree with you totally!”
“Lord Lion-O is very well aware of my personality and he embraces individuality within the Thundercats! Individuality protects us from becoming…Well…gun-toting terrorists!”
“Sheeesh!! I have never ‘toted’ a gun!”
“Do you even know how many people you’ve murdered??”
“Do you?!” he retorted.
“I have never killed!!” she snapped back. He narrowed his eyes.
“Really?” he sounded doubtful. “You from the pacifist wing of the Thundercats then?” he taunted. Pumyra stopped and rummaged through her small bag.
“Oh come on! Can’t you take a joke??” he protested. Pumyra held up a syringe.
“Methadroxin! Five mils and it helps your withdrawal, ten mils and you’ll have a nice long sleep…twenty mils…you won’t be waking up again, Mr Schwenk….So. How much do you trust me?”
The human gulped and took long enough to reply. “Enough…”
Pumrya lifted Schwenk’s sweat-sopped sleeve. “Mmmm…” she injected him. The effect was almost instantaneous and he sighed as his whole body relaxed.
“Like I told you. I have never killed, Mr Schwenk…but there could always be a first time…” she packed her gear up. Without turning around she added. “..and if you think you’ll be helping yourself, Gaston…think again!” she turned to him a smiled innocently. “Despite how you view me…you need me…Now, take five minutes to recover and then we go again…to get to camp before nightfall…”
“Yes, ma’am…” he yawned.
After nearer ten minutes the two travellers continued their journey through the bucolic landscape.
“We should take a boat…” his comment coming from nowhere.
“Boat? What do you mean?”
“Well…Rivergate is two days walk away. Once we get to the river it’s far more direct…would only take a few hours.”
“Two problems with that…”
“Oh?” he frowned.
“Problem one…where we cross the river it’s a tight gorge, the water is a series of rapids, according to the map…”
“And the second?”
She smirked slightly. “Lord Tygra is scared of water…”
“Is he…ah yes…I’ve heard that…” he laughed loudly. “Let’s hope the next clue leads us to an ocean planet then…”
“Has anyone ever told you that you’ve got a poor sense of humour?”
“Only those who don’t ‘get it’…”
“Your life is bad enough…so why enrage those who can improve your circumstance?”
“Who would that be then?”
“Well…Lord Lion-O for one!”
Schwenk regarded his travelling companion.
“He has no intention of improving anything of mine!!””
“How can you know that?”
“Because a) he lied to convict me and b) I know him well enough by now…Take this little jaunt of which I’m a critical part…Do you think he’ll let me go after this? Reward me?”
“Erm...well…” he hesitated.
“Come to think of it. What do you know about journey’s end??”
“Nothing…I haven’t been told anything…”
“You’re a poor liar, puma…What do you know??”
She spun around, hands on hips and growled at him. “How DARE you call me a liar. Take that back!!”
“Or what? Another punch??”
She said nothing, but continued to glare.
“I will not take it back. You’ve been told what happens but you know what? Don’t worry your pretty little head…I won’t badger you anymore, but for the record…We both know what’s going on here! You can’t kid a kidder, Pumyra!” he then continued walking, with a slightly seething puma close behind.
It took the rest of the afternoon, but eventually the pair got to the camp that the others had set up. Ahead of the camp, one hundred metres down the road was a long wooden bridge.
“Pumyra…can we just take a look at the bridge before sunset??” Schwenk asked nicely. Pumyra looked to Lion-O, who shrugged.
“Come on then, Gaston…You even managed to be polite…”
They reached the wooden bridge. It was wide enough for a cart and looked study enough.
“Someone keeps it well maintained…” Pumyra mused.
“Of course they do…this is a main road into Rivergate, the money from the merchants would be used to keep this artery flowing. She looked at him.
“You know this how?”
“Isn’t it obvious?” he shrugged. “Look…recent wheel tracks…look at the wood, scuffed with hoof marks, so it’s not just here for foot passengers. The width…big enough for caravans. Sturdy enough for heavy loads…it’s all here to the naked eye, pussy cat”
“Pussycat??” she stood arms akimbo.
“Sorry…” he walked to the side and looked over. “Yeah...not really a place to join the river!” The bridge spanned a large sandstone gorge and the frenzied waters boiled and crashed some eighty metres below them. “Not really a place for a good swim either…should I tell Tygra?” he looked at Pumyra.
“Erm…how does a long, slow painful death sound to you?”
“That’s a description of a conversation with Lion-O…” he smiled. “You…on the other hand…actually pleasant company...But I shall say nothing to the others…You might lose your street-cred…Come on, let’s get back before the others fear that I’ve ra…before they think I’ve escaped…” he quickly changed what he was saying.
“What was that???”
“Nothing…let’s get back…” he had decided not to upset the female again. The pair returned to the camp where a fire was burning and a pot was boiling with something in it.
“You…sit over there...” Lion-O ordered. “Pumyra, put the cuffs on him…”
“Oh come on…that’s not necessary!” Schwenk protested.
“Shut it, junkie!” he snarled. Pumyra reluctantly did so, but didn’t tighten them up too much; as a tacit compromise.
“We will eat, then hit the bunks…well…turf. I'll take first watch, you Ben then Pumyra then you Tygra…” Lion-O commanded.
“Would you like me to take a shift?” Schwenk piped up.
“Clearly withdrawal doesn’t shut that mouth of yours! Pity!” Ben jumped into the conversation.
“Addiction is a terrible thing…an illness, really. I’m sure you have an addiction, Benny…”
His face screwed up in disgust.
“Addiction is a purely human weakness!! Never refer to me as ‘Benny’ or ‘Ben’…you may call me Lord Bengali!”
“I’d rather not…it makes you sound so…oh what’s the word….noble?”
Now Bengali growled an unmistakeable warning.
“Schwenk...enough!” Pumyra sat in front of him. “Sorry everyone. Schwenk is unwell and also managed to turn his ankle. Makes him kinda cranky!”
Turned ankle? Schwenk was confused but said nothing.
“If he keeps his mouth running I'll make him kinda dead!” Bengali snorted and served himself some stew and sat, brooding over it.
“Schwenk…you must be tired…How’s that ankle? Needs some pain relief?” Pumyra asked him. Now Schwenk knew what she meant.
“Something to take the edge off, maybe…” he nodded, sounding exhausted.
“It will help you sleep…” she got the syringe out.
“Actually…do you have tablets? I’m tired of pricks…”
This comment brought six angry eyes in his direction.
“I meant I’m not good with needles…” he tried to appease.
“Rubbish junkie then…” Bengali opined, speaking with his mouth full.
“Like you’d know…” Schwenk sniped back. Pumyra handed him two white tablets. “For the pain and for the sleep…”
“Thanks…” he tossed them back and swigged some water. “I’d better grab some stew before I fall asleep…” and Lion-O served him up with a meagre portion.
“Rations are low until we reach town!” the lion said.
“Low?? Bengali has drooled more down his chin than I’ve got in my bowl!” he protested. Bengali stood and growled and marched towards the seated human. “Sit down, Bengali…” Lion-O commanded. The white tiger paused, but then sat back down. Lion-O then gave Schwenk more stew.
“Thank you…”
“You’re welcome…” came the cold reply.
“I certainly feel it…” came the equally impassive response.
Half an hour later Schwenk hit the sack as did everyone else bar Lion-O, who was taking the first shift.
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