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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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Jinx watched on with fascination. He had seen little but heard a great deal whilst travelling unseen in the ship. This human, this ‘Schwenk’ was a fascinating creature. Everything about him said he would only be memorable as a living, writhing meal. But he had heard the mouth on it. The way he goaded and taunted. The way he bragged about his despicable crimes. This human either had an extravagant death wish or...or something he couldn’t fathom at all. Jinx was no expert on human behaviour. He was more likely an expert on human anatomy but the brain, the psyche, eluded him. He had heard the human boast of the rape and murder of a female. In his isolation he had accessed Thunderian files and there, as plain as anything…the crime that he had boasted about. Schwenk really was a killer; a cat killer no less. Clarisse (for that was the ill-remembered name) was a leopard and she had indeed been raped and then garrotted. The killer had never been convicted. Schwenk had been questioned but with some sly work by his lawyer the human had walked free. His version of events; “Consensual sex and he’d left her alive”. They simply hadn’t been able to prove otherwise.
So Lion-O had falsified evidence to get a conviction. Equally despicable, but then Jinx supposed he could see Lion-O’s point. Jinx, however, would probably not have bothered falsifying evidence in a trial; he would’ve simply eaten the human alive.
Real justice!
An hour after the travellers had departed the ship he had also disembarked and reported in to Grune.
“Status?” he growled.
“Landed on Saran. I am now following the group and shall wait a chance to capture the human…”
“He is well-protected?”
“Well…yes and no…”
“What does that mean, Jinx?” Grune shouted.
Jinx then related just how inflammatory the human was to the Thundercats. This amused Grune no end.
“So the stories are true then…Interesting. Do you think he would dare speak the same way to me, Jinx?”
“He would probably try at least once…”
“Once would be all he got! I have a cure for his human insolence!!”
“Death?” Jinx assumed.
“Not exactly…Death is so permanent and, like that idiot lion, we need him!”
“Then how do you plan to curb his…his…Schwenk-ness?”
“First you need to capture him!!!” he roared.
“Yes, my Lord…I assure you of imminent success!” he purred.
“Of course you do…You always do…”
“..and have I ever failed you, my Lord?”
“No…you still breathing is a testament to that fact! Now hunt them down and capture the wretched meatsack…” and Grune cut the comms off.
“Yes, my Lord. Of course, my Lord…” Jinx sneered. He took off after the group but instead of following the well-travelled road, he stuck to the trees and shadows, as was befitting his talents. Now he watched and waited a mere twenty metres from Lion-O’s lookout position. Unseen. The human, narrowly avoiding a mauling again, had now taken tablets, rendering him unconscious. Jinx snarled inwardly. Another opportunity had passed. Getting past Lion-O unseen, tending to the human and getting away again was problematic. Had the human been conscious it would’ve been far easier. Jinx sighed, another wasted night. The human was going to be unconscious until at least dawn. He yawned, farted and decided to curl up in the crook of the tree bough, devour the rest of the brace of rabbits he’d caught and fall asleep until early dawn.
Had Jinx been alert (or awake even) he would’ve had the perfect chance to complete his mission. The human was far more devious than he’d been given credit for. It was Pumyra’s shift as guard and, unseen, one human eye had flicked open. Silently his hand reached forwards over the puma’s steaming tea cup and dropped in two crushed tablets. The human had decided it had to be the puma on watch. She was mostly human sized and the tablets should at least have an effect. On the massive lion or tigers it wouldn’t have worked. Now he waited as the puma nestled her tea and took the occasional sip. Half an hour later he watched as she struggled to stay awake and then, finally, succumbed to Morpheus. He grinned and, silently got up and crept out from the camp with one or two items from the supplies bags. Schwenk placed the cuffs in his jacket pocket. The puma had left them loose enough to just about squeeze out of. He walked to the middle of the bridge and looked down. He then climbed gingerly over the handrail. He worked for twenty minutes before returning to his still warm bed. Pumyra was still asleep. Schwenk smirked and gave her a tender kiss, full on her lips. He then sniffed her hair deeply. “Night, night, darling…” he whispered. He lay down and, everything being as it had been, fell asleep again.
As dawn rose he woke with a start to general stirrings and talk. He sat up and got a full view of Tygra pissing up a tree.
“Lucky you moved, I was tempted to scent mark you too, human!” he said cheerily.
“Is that the best chat-up line you could manage?? What’s for breakfast?”
“Whatever Bengali can hunt down?”
“Oh great…more meat. The one thing you could all do with less of is a protein-rich diet! The air was thick last night!”
“Try holding your breath!” Lion-O suggested.
“All night?!” he complained.
“Yeah, give it a go and let us know how it goes!” Tygra smiled insincerely.
“Just because I’m a prisoner doesn’t mean that you can have open season on being horrible to me!!”
“Horrible? Oh diddums…are we being mean?” Bengali walked into camp carrying a dead rabbit and squirrel.
“What did those two die of? Embarrassment at being caught by the whitest, brightest creature in the woods?” he shot back.
“They died of a snapped neck…Care to have a go as well??” he made a genuine offer.
“Ben. Please, let’s not start the day like this again!” Pumyra added. She looked tired and groggy.
“You ill?” the human asked her.
“Not feeling great, I must admit!” she nodded.
“Hmmm…you did have your head near Benny’s feet! Probably the reason right there…”
This time there was nobody near enough to grab the white tiger as he pounced on the human; who shrieked in surprise (and fear).
“We’ll find another…bloody…translator!!!” he roared and tried to clamp his jaws around Schwenk’s delicate windpipe. A combination of Schwenk pushing him off and Tygra pulling him off just about prevented carnage.
“Bengali…Get off him!” Lion-O now joined in the tussle. “He’s not worth it!!”
“No! I’m not bloody worth it!!” the human sincerely agreed.
“I'll crush him like the bug he is!!” Bengali raged. “I'll…I'll…” he collapsed on the human. Pumyra still held the syringe.
“It’s only five mils…it won’t last too long…” she panted. Lion-O and Tygra pulled the sleeping Bengali off Schwenk and up against a tree.
“What are we going to do with Schwenk?” Tygra asked Lion-O.
“Nothing.”
“Nothing?” Tygra gasped.
“As vile as he is…he did nothing wrong…much. Bengali overreacted…”
“Wait…Bengali is in trouble and he gets away with it?”
“Let’s call it a score draw! Ben isn’t in trouble…and maybe this is the lesson Schwenk needs to shut the hell up!” he glared at the human who was nearly as white as his assailant. Schwenk could barely nod as he brought his cuffed hands to his throat, which was wet with tiger spittle.
“He…he…tried to KILL ME!!!” he spat angrily.
“Oh yes…tried very hard too…Took two male felines to pull him off you but, please Gaston, no need to thank us…” Lion-O actually winked at him.
“You’re all fucked up! You know that right…you’re all fu…not you, Pumyra…you’re nice…the REST…are all FUCKED up!!” poor Pumyra didn’t know where to look.
Jinx’s heart was racing. Between watching the verbal banter from his man Schwenk, to seeing him nearly get killed and now the dramatic rant by the human. It was an award winning performance and Jinx decided there and then…before going back to Grune he would spend some quality time with the human. Get the entertainment first-hand, so to speak.
The group struck camp and headed back to the road.
“I shall escort our little human…” Tygra declared. Schwenk was actually pleased at this turn of events. Fair to say that Pumyra was equally relieved. The human was definitely getting under her skin.
“Cuff him?” Tygra asked Lion-O.
“Don’t bother…if he tried anything…go all tiger on him!” was the nonchalant response.
“What does that mean?” Schwenk asked nervously.
“Try pissing me off…then you’ll find out, human…” Tygra looked down at Schwenk.
“I’m in no mood for trying anything…bad luck!” he shook his head.
“Pity…” Tygra replied as he examined his sharp, black claws.
Bengali led the way, with Lion-O and Pumyra in the middle, with Tygra and Schwenk taking up the rear.
“Hurry! Up!” Tygra growled after only five minutes.
“I AM…I am in withdrawal, thanks to ginger bollocks up ahead!” he spat.
“He is called Lord Lion-O...do NOT push it, Schwenk!” the tiger growled.
“The fact remains that I’m sick at the moment…I’m going as fast as I can!” he panted, sweat dripping from his forehead.
“By the Gods!” Tygra grumbled as they started crossing the bridge.
“I know…I’m not sure why we couldn’t have just landed in town!!”
“Because…idiot…the whole area is a mess of magnetic fields, thanks to the geology of this place…We’d have crashed and died!”
“So stop whining I’m walking too slow. I am, after all…the most important person here!”
Tygra raised his eyebrows and kept walking, exasperated and muttering obscenities under his breath. This was exactly what Schwenk needed. He ducked under the bridge rail and screamed.
“What the…” Tygra spun around. “NO!! LION-O!!!!” for the human had vanished. The group gathered with Tygra and looked over the rail.
“What happened?” Lion-O looked panicked.
“No idea…one minute here…next...gone!” Tygra responded.
“Look…there!” Bengali pointed far below into the shadowy rapids. There was something dark.
“His jacket…” Pumyra shuddered. “Oh Lion-O…he’s…he’s dead…” she out her hands over her mouth.
Lion-O remained silent and continued watching. After a minute or so he spoke.
“The idiot either thought he could fly or swim…I’m guessing neither was closer to the truth. Come on…let’s keep going!”
“But…what about the map? The clues?” Pumyra asked uncertainly.
“We’re smart…We’ll figure it out!” Tygra reassured. The four travellers then gathered their kit and kept walking.
“At least we’ll get there quicker now!” Tygra added.
Jinx was in shock. He’d seen it all and was in utter shock. The human had a brazen nerve a mile wide. One human versus four Thundercats and he’d got away from them.
“Unbelievable!” he gasped as the human slipped under the rail and hid under the bridge itself. Jinx simply has to wait now and wait for the human to reappear. He would be casual. Nonchalant. Probably smug and that’s when Gaston Schwenk would meet Jinx the Assassin. Ten minutes passed
“Probably playing it safe…”
Twenty minutes.
“Any minute now…”
Forty minutes.
“Why is he still waiting?” Jinx looked around nervously and crept into the daylight and onto the bridge. He sniffed the air. He detected all of the scents, including the humans. His eyes narrowed as he crouched silently down to slink over the bridge and capture….nothing!
“What!!” his yellow eyes widened. He looked all around and simply found some rope tied to a beam and not much else. He snarled then growled. The human had played the Thundercats for fools. That had been funny! Smart! But this? Making a fool of Jinx. The human would regret that. Jinx now looked to the river and saw, in the distance a small object bobbing up and down in the water.
“What the?”
He peered at it.
“The human!!”
Gaston Schwenk clung to his air filled duffel bag as he hurtled down the rapids and away from the bridge. Soon enough the river would widen and slow and Schwenk need only then float into town, at least one whole day ahead of the Thundercats. Jinx hated water, but there was no other way. He nimbly scampered down the struts of the wooden bridge. He pushed a tree over and stripped most of the branches off of it. The black panther then took to the river as well.
Schwenk arrived ‘in town’ in the early hours of dawn after spending the best part of a whole day in the water. He was cold and bedraggled, but alive and when he saw the oil lamps glowing in the pre-dawn mists, his spirits rose. He had sighted the map for long enough to know where to head and, for once, time was his friend. He hauled himself out onto an old wooden jetty and shivered. He stood slowly, dripping. An elderly lynx approached him with a lamp.
“Bit early for a swim, lad?! In fact…bit too dressed too…” he chuckled a raspy laugh.
“Yeah…something like that. Tell me, is there a hotel I can book into just for a night or so?”
“Well…yes, but it’s going to be closed for a few hours until business starts…Come on…follow me to my hut…the coffee is on and I have towels…”
“Oh…OK, thanks…” this threw Schwenk a little, he was quite prepared to strangle the lynx for his clothes. He put that idea on the backburner for the time being. He sat on a creaky stood as the lynx handed him a towel.
“Call me Oswyn!” he said cheerily.
“I shall…what is your job, Oswyn?” Schwenk asked.
“Me…I’m the ferryman…” he nodded.
“Ferry? Ferry to where?”
“Why…the other side of the river…You wouldn’t have seen it because it’s dark…”
“But…I thought there was a bridge in town…”
“Used to be…fell into disrepair many years ago…Still, mustn’t grumble…keeps me busy…”
“I bet it does…” his brain was whirring.
“So tell me, lad…Why were you in the water?”
Schwenk paused for a moment and then replied. “If I told you I’d have to kill you…” there was silence for about three seconds. Then, Oswyn burst into laughter.
“Funny!” he slapped his knees. Schwenk’s eyes narrowed and he smiled.
“Aren’t I…”
Schwenk stripped of to his underwear and rubbed himself with the towel.
“Here, lad…stand by the brazier…” he pointed to the coal stove which was toasty warm. “Thanks…”
“What did you say your name was?” Oswyn asked.
“I didn’t…” came the response.
“Oh…” he chuckled. “Quite the man of mystery…you’re not a mermaid are you?” he raised an eyebrow.
“No…my breasts are considered too small…” he replied levelly. This remark sent Oswyn into fits of giggles again. Schwenk, unseen rolled his eyes.
“Well, lad…it’s been nice to have a visitor, especially one that makes me laugh…” he nodded. “Would you object if I went to bed for an hour or so? My bones are old, cold and generally bothersome…”
“Please…don’t let me keep you…I have the stove and coffee…Tell me, where is the hotel you spoke of?”
“From here, lad…turn right, along the jetty and up Harbour Street…can’t miss it…it’s called the ‘Seventh Star’…”
“Seventh Star? Odd name…”
“Yes, been that for generations…no idea where the name comes from though…sorry…” he yawned.
“Sleep well…”
Oswyn nodded and fell into a loud, snoring sleep. Schwenk sat and sipped the pretty awesome coffee and warmed by the fire. The morning would be booking into the hotel, finding the next clue and then looking at the ferry. The next consideration would be how to get out of the town, especially with furry company due in twenty-four hours. He looked at Oswyn as he slept. Luckily the lynx had a good habit of not digging his nose into things that weren’t to do with him. This had kept him alive and Schwenk was grateful for that. Oswyn wasn’t someone who deserved a violent death, in his opinion.
The mood in the ‘other’ camp was dark and brooding, at least as uncomfortable as when the human had been with them.
“All I’m saying is that this attitude leaves something to be desired…” Pumyra stated….again.
“So you say…but I cannot really fathom your objection. You, of all people!” Lion-O reasoned.
“And what is that meant to mean?” she asked levelly.
“Oh come on, Poomy…he was hitting on you!” Tygra replied.
“We don’t know that and even if he was, what do you think he would’ve done?? Surrounded by three Thunderian males! Besides, and this is the bit that is most insulting…Do you see him overpowering me? Taking me? Murdering me??” she growled at the end.
“He did plenty of unfortunate things…including rape and murder…oh, and they were thunderian female also….so you tell me!” Lion-O snorted.
“It’s all academic anyway!! He’s dead as you’re all so keen and happy to point out!”
“I for one am glad he’s dead…the piece of filth!” Bengali snarled.
“Oh! Surprise, surprise….Beni is happy at violence and death!” Pumyra snapped back.
“HEY! That’s not fair!” he snapped in response.
“No? Really? Well life isn’t fair!! Gaston was not on a death sentence and yet we’ve managed to execute him, but not before we tortured him!”
“Torture? How??” Tygra asked
“Destroying his drugs!”
“Oh gods…not this again!!” Lion-O rolled his eyes. “Pumyra…please…stop this! OK, you’ve made your point, you’ve said enough…We cannot turn back the clock, so please…let us go to sleep and tomorrow we’ll try and work out what to do next…OK?”
“Fine!” she replied, in a distinctly ‘unfine’ manner. She drew a blanket over herself and turned her back on the fire and her company.
“Gaston Schwenk…toxic from beyond the grave!” Beni muttered as he mirror imaged Pumyra.
“Gods….stop!” Lion-O groaned and, finally, peace descended over the camp.
By the time dawn broke, Jinx was still a good few miles out of town. He clung to the log, his claws deeply embedded. He looked a cold, saturated and wretched sight; not that anyone was looking. He hated water, he hated cold and now, more than ever, he hated Gaston Bloody Schwenk!! As he drifted and bobbed downstream he muttered many, many jaguarine curses and it assured Schwenk of a warm welcome when he would finally catch him. An assassin’s great skill is to be able to turn off the emotion, to become discompassionate, cold and deadly. Jinx’s veins coursed with emotion and when he closed his eyes he killed the human a thousand times in a thousand ways. He knew, of course, that Grune wanted Schwenk alive. This tempered the plan to slaughter him slowly, but…there was still opportunity to make his mark. Hopefully.
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