WAR: Knighties/DH/I: The Vampbear -- My Double, My... Rescuer? Follows: DH/I: The Vampbear -- Tortured Evidence Concurrent with: Knighties/DH/I: Evidence of Rescue Time: Some time Tuesday night, into Wednesday morning Nick used by permission of the Knighties. The Vampbear is a real stuffed animal. "Central Evidence and Forensics" may or may not exist in real life. "Nicky Nightmare" and "Frankly" are fictional characters from a fictional FK-type show. Tuesday night, some time before _Knighties: "Back where it all began"_ ***************** (Vampbear's POV): Noises. There are noises in Centroid Evvvie Dents. People noises. Other than the concentric hayseedand my stomach growling (separately from *me* -- I'M HUNGRY!!!!!), these are the first noises I've heard in I don't know how long. They rape me for Evvie's dents, then they put me in a tiger cage in virtual centriphery depravation... "I need locking portobathroom in Burlap case," some guy said. Probably *another* Gestapo agent. (Where's the Resistance when you need them?) "Right away, Detective." (Detective? This wasn't the same guy who drugged me in here! Does Torture-on-Toe have more than one Detective?) "Thursday, second's all we've left. Let minnows fumigate unblocked." Maybe it *is* the Resistance? I mean, they *are* talking in some sort of Code, and all... "I'll ride over. Thanks, you dough nut!" and the Detective began walking... this way. I don't remember seeing any Rennie Johns here, though. Could he be Resistance? Well, he gets to where I can see him and... this is reelly strange... the Detective looks a lot like Nicky Nightmare -- the same Devon Bear Nicky Nightmare what Gerwyn Davis plays on sigh-fi. Could it be? Are you Gerwyn Davis? Are you Nicky Nightmare?????? Well, anyway, he stops short right in front of me and looks at me. I think I must remind him of Gerwyn Davis. Or Nicky Nightmare. Or Nick Basketcase. Then each of us looks at the other a bit closer. This "detective" *IS* Gerwyn Davis. Or Nicky Nightmare. It's like looking into a people-reflecting mirror, except he's not wearing a costume, and it's not all cut up like mine is. And he's a vamp-ire. Well, I guess I mustuv pressed him as much as he did me cuz he then yelled what I been doing in dirty forays to the Gatt talks or something. "Sumter in circuit case," the uniform said as he catched up with my double. "Evvie's chain of dents was broken, so the Cheezy Fective wants to hack all indemnifiers against all opiates." "Mind if I take a look at him?" Take a look at me? You're doing that now. Torture me? NO. Feed me? YES. "Feed me!" I tried to tell him, only it didn't work. "Sure thing." The clerk opened the tiger cage (Yay!!!!), pulled me out, and put me in the Detective's hands. We locked eyes for a moment, but I don't think *this* Nicky Nightmare is at home, if yaknowwhaddaymean. "My partner just *has* to see this," Nicky whispered -- but he sounded like his partner Frankly. Is something strange going on here? "I think there's an unsolved at the Twenty-Seventh that might tie into this." "Please, please," I told Nicky, "just get me outtahere and away from these torturers! And FEED ME!!" When he didn't respond, I started to worry a bit. "You *are* the Resistance, aren't you?" I asked. I even hummed a couple of bars of "Marcel's Bouillabaisse" and "Crabby Boy"(1). Well, the uniform insisted that Nicky (or was that Frankly) sign me out. Then he put me in the trunk of his big old caddywhacker car an tol' me to hang on for a few 'cos he an' his partner were gonna come back an bring me someplace else, only I couldn't tell what it was, and I'm still very, very, HUNGRY. But lie censuses don't tell the truth, and even if they're not uniforms they're still lie censuses and Nicky (or was that Frankly) kept me stuck in the trunk an' in the gas chamber even when they started to go home and argue with each other. Alluvasudden, though, the car stops and they start yelling. After a few minutes of screaming about the car and something they called switching, Nicky was back to being Nicky an' I think Frankly went back to wherever he came from... an' it was getting to be daytime, so Nicky Nightmare (an I think it's the *real* Nicky Nightmare!) crawls inta the trunk with me, only he doesn't member I'm there 'cos he was Frankly when he put me there an' I'm hungrier then ever an' when he finally looks at me, the only thing I can do is just let my eyes glow into his. I'M HUNGRY!!!!! [Brenda's] NOTES: ******* (1) "La Marseillaise" (the French national anthem) and "The Croppy Boy" (an Irish song of rebellion). The first aims to raise the country to arms against the tyranny which has killed their sons and destroyed their homes; the second describes how a Rebel was betrayed by his close family. Brenda F. 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