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Sorry about the absence. I hope to be back by September 15 October 6, with a full explanation. Or, at least, a decent excuse.
"Is this why you killed... What's her name? Sheila? The woman I replaced? Because you offered her slime and she refused? Or did the poor girl just find out the truth about you, and had to be silenced?"
Chuckie paused for a moment. "Sheila...? You mean Cheryl? Cheryl Jacobs? You're crazy, I didn't kill her!"
Lissa crouched on a barrel (not the gon-slime barrel). "Why lie about it now? I know what you are."
"Exactly. Why lie? I'm not letting you leave here alive, and I have killed people before, but I didn't kill Cheryl. In fact, I was gonna offer her the chance to join the Gonspiracy, but she got herself laminated first. Maybe it really was an accident." He spat one, two, three fireballs at the cat-girl as she jumped away. One of the balls hit a plastic bottle on a shelf, melting it, and a liquid poured out. Apparently the liquid was not flammable (or inflammable. Whatever.); it sizzled but didn't burn.
Lissa closed with the gonner. If he had ever filed a paternity suit against Arnold Schwarzenegger and she had been the judge, she would find for Chuckie on the basis of looks alone. A young Schwarzenegger, on his home ground, with super powers. Yeah, I feel real good about my chances in this fight. She scratched his face, unfortunately not getting an eye.
"OW! You bitch! I'll kill you!"
"Hello? You're already trying to kill meEEEOOOW!!!" Chuckie had stomped a big heavy-booted foot on Lissa's tail, and used his weight to pin her. He then rapidly punched her twice in the face and once in the belly. Lissa fell to her knees. "You son of a bitch! I'll kill you!"
"What you said earlier!" Chuckie was low on fire, but he could afford one last big blast. He grabbed her wrists in his hands, getting more than a few scratches in the process, and chewed, worked up a big ball of fire-saliva.
Lissa raked her rear claws across his perfect washboard abs. She felt like a vandal. But he swallowed the fireball, let go of her wrists, and she could wrest her poor tail away from him.
Lissa's stomach hurt, she could feel blood dripping down her face, and her tail probably was broken. Plus she was exhausted. Holding this shape was an effort. And her clothes were shifted, which just made it harder. The jeans may have been too much. She let go, and transformed back to human. Shifting did seem to heal her slightly. The pains in her stomach, her face, and the top of her butt (the analogue of her tail) all hurt less.
The cold cement floor was wet, and soaked her socks. She hoped the wet was just water. Pervert-boy was staring at her chest, and the bra was as thin as reported. She could cover, but could she fight one-handed? She was too tired to cat, even if she took nothing with her.
Luckily Mr. Muscle was not in much better shape. The fireball hadn't killed him, but he looked sick. The face scratch he ignored, but he held her blouse over the gashes on his abdomen. She noticed her blouse wasn't speaking.
Well, Banny was right.This job would mean hard work. Lissa knew from experience that anger could give you enough energy to do anything, and that bastard certainly made her angry! Killing people! Attacking Lissa! Interrogating her clothes about her underwear! Trying to kill Banny!
Lissa catted her leg muscles just enough to leap near Chuckie. He had only managed to recover a very weak fireball. He spat it in her face; she'd had worse sunburns. There was a place she needed Chuckie, and she thought she knew how to get him there.
Lissa returned human, and tried to stay just out of Chuckie's arm's length. As she backed up naturally he followed her. Then Chuckie kicked her hard where, had she been male, the fight probably would have been over. Even with her difference Lissa staggered back and fell against the wall. Chuckie grabbed the nearby dangling chain-hook and brought it down on Lissa's head.
Lissa saw stars, moon, rainbows, clovers... she realized she'd missed breakfast earlier. Gritting her teeth against the pain and blinking away the tears, she scratched his hand. Not with claws, but with her own long fingernails. He loosened his grip and she grabbed the hook from him. She then grabbed Chuckie's t-shirt with the other hand and hooked it. She didn't dare let go with either hand, so, with her last bit of will, she forced out her tail, over her jeans, to press the up button. The action may have seemed a bit more heroic if it didn't remind her for some reason of taking a dump.
Chuckie laughed as the chain winched him up. "This your great plan? I'll just slip outa my shirt. Hey, if this fight keeps up, this'll turn into a porno! Good!"
Lissa slid Chuckie over the acid. He had his shirt off, and was hanging from it, both hands, curled up about three feet above the acid. He kicked a foot onto the rim, and was about to get himself into a better position. Lissa, now fully human, grabbed his foot and removed his sneaker and sock.
"Kootchie kootchie koo! Tickle tickle tickle tickle!"
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