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ANTHRO XXIX
My dreams were vivid images and flashes of memories; everything from my childhood to even up to this point in my life where everything changed. I seen it all, never able to make sense as to why they were there before a new vivid dream flashed across my mind. Was this purgatory? Some sort of personal hell I was enduring? Or maybe it was something more divine, as if a higher purpose was showing me the path I’ve taken and providing me clues as to where to go from here to better myself in the future.
Either way they didn’t last long, for before I knew it, I awoke somewhere dark…dark, cold and damp. The only noise was the plucking drip from an overhead conditioning pipe condensating – the droplets of water pooling at a crest before dripping to the metallic floor of the ship in a small puddle. My body ached as if I had just been worked over with a baseball bat. My splitting headache made my eyes hurt, luckily there were no visible lights which would add more misery to my headache, but that dripping noise…god dammit it drove me wild!
I groaned, realizing I was face down on the floor, my face fur matted with the grime and wetness from the floor, I rolled over on my side and tossed an arm over my head, cradling my left ear in the elbow joint of my left arm to deafen the sound.
In the darkness I could barely see the outline of bars surrounding me in a large room. My eyes adjusted to the darkness, and my wolven eyes allowed me to see much better in total blackness as opposed to my human self. Luckily the ship was stationary, still landed on Earth, and engines turned off as well. I could tell just by the environment I had to be in the lower portion of the ship, deep in the hull by the engine room and where all the mechanical workings were for the ship to power it. Should I be captive here when the ship departs Earth again, this place would be a sweltering, nauseating hell.
My thoughts were jumbled with confusion; I knew WHY I was here, but how long has it been? I had lost consciousness and no way of knowing how long I was out. Moreover, what the hell hit me? What shocked me? Was it a taser gun? And was I alone?
A muffled sound answered my last question, a whooping cough muffled by a hand or arm, but deafeningly loud in this silent room, only heightened by my migraine.
“Who…who’s there?” I asked, only to wince at my heading growing in intensity with each word, the rebounding echo from them reverberating off the hollowed walls not helping.
“Quiet…I don’t feel like talking…” the voice said, a low tone, obviously masculine, but also had a hint of softness to it.
“Name’s Ray…you are?”
“I said I don’t want to talk! Are you not listening?” the voice became much more aggressive. “I seen they dragged your sorry ass in here, flipped the lights on while I was sleeping! I do NOT want to be friends!”
“Hey, Chill! I was just trying to be friendly…”
“Oh, unlike you were towards the Captain? They said you acted out of line towards him, challenging him, almost mutinous” the voice tested
“That’s a lie! I was merely requesting to be informed on a decision which was detrimental to me and my team and the bastard dismissed me as if I were nothing but a peon; berating me and treating me like a mangled pup!” I sneered.
A hiss of laughter echoed, “And yet here you are…in the belly of the ship, tossed in darkness in the brig without dignity. Is that not adding salt to the wound?”
“FUCK YOU!” I exclaimed, my head now throbbing in pain to the point I thought I was going to puke, I didn’t want to say another word for fear that I might…perhaps this is what they wanted all along.
For minutes I writhed in pain, until finally it subsided enough to become tolerable. “Good, you’ve shut up…” the voice said lowly, eliciting a grumbling growl which unexpectedly escaped my lips.
After an unknown length of time, I managed to fall back asleep, the only thing to do in this darkness to try and relieve this headache. It wasn’t easy with that sufferable drip, but I managed.
Well…that was until the ambient fluorescent lights pulsated on, tossing the brig into a blinding wall of light. Taking a few moments to let my eyes adjust I laid eyes on another man, a dirt and ragged looking Sergal. He was sitting in the corner of his cell, his shark-lined head leaning against the cage, his pointed ears sticking out from the cage on the opposite side of the room. He was dressed in a tattered white shirt, stained with what looked like vomit and dirt, while his shorts were synthetic in nature, but pure black. He wore no shoes or boots, his paws were lying lopsided on the floor, the fur coated and covered in black stains and dirt from the metallic floor.
I could see beside him a glass bottle, it was short and square with a rather thick neck. It was a dark green in color and vaguely translucent. I could barely see within, some sort of liquid. Perhaps liquor? Or some sort of alcoholic beverage? But I wasn’t sure.
Either way, the sergal looked and seemed completely drunk. I wouldn’t doubt it, as the only thing to do in this hole is to either sleep or lose your mind. So perhaps a stiff drink was another escape for this cellmate.
Shortly afterwards, I heard movement. Looking over behind me, I could see a large metallic door as it was swung open. There, entering the brig was a familiar face, the Hyena guard who was one of the two brutes who tossed me in here.
“Awake, there pup? Perhaps I didn’t shock you good enough! These plasma batons sure do pack a punch but I musta went easy on you!” he sneered. His mottled colored fur contrasted his bright green eyes and white fangs keenly, his rounded ears standing atop his head, poking free from the armored face mask he was wearing for protection. He was wielding the same baton he hit me with, a long slender rod, with a power centrifuge at the top encased in a small, perforated housing which only allowed small bits of plasma to arc out from – an elegant but intimidating blue glow emanating and sparking.
I could only rub the back of my neck, a grim reminder of where I was struck. I looked at him with much detest, and furled a brow, pondering his intentions.
“Now, now, no need to be pretentious, as per Captains orders I’ve brought you a little something…you didn’t get to finish your breakfast it seemed. Pity you get to eat anything after the stunt you pulled, but it seems you have a guardian angel watching over you!” he gave that hyena chuckle as he tossed an overly ripe banana through the cage and right afterwards a small bottle – exactly in appearance as to the one the sergal possessed.
“Abigale?” I asked, suggesting to the guardian angel he mentioned.
“Heh, you will be filled in with that information…whenever it is, you’re getting out of there!” he laughed again before turning away, resting the baton against his shoulder – only the metallic shaft touching so he wouldn’t get shocked.
“Lucky you…” came the sergal again. “I’ve been having nothing to drink but this fermented orange juice since Day 1 and the water collecting on the floor from that pipe. Those in the brig always get the scraps and throw away junk from the Mess Hall – they refill my bottle every few days so I must ration it. Seems though…you do have a guardian angel…” he suggested, lifting a shaky claw towards me.
I didn’t catch on until I heard a low weep from behind, turning behind, there stood Abigale.
“Abby! Wh-What are you doing here!?” I cheerfully asked, standing up to stand face to face with her as she approached the bars on my cage.
“I-I’ve come to see you…fermented juice? That’s disgusting, I’ll get you some water…” she suggested, grabbing a hold of the bottle. I poked my arms through the cage to grab a hold of hers before she could run off with the bottle.
“Abby…I don’t want you to get in trouble on my behalf…it’s my fault I’m in here, not yours.” I said sorrowful.
I moved my hands to the bottle and pulled it free from her grip, she reluctantly let go but she did so only at my request.
“I’ll try to get you out of here as soon as I can! I promise…I’ve already talked with the Captain, he declined our idea but only on the premise that the corporation wouldn’t have the available endorsements to fund such a mass scale operation. That if there was a solution to finance it all, he would be for it and even propose the idea at the next council meeting for the EPTC to get it approved and underway…”
My heart sank for a moment, how could we get funding for such a thing? But that could be something we could help figure out once I am out of this god forsaken hell-hole. Until then, staying out of trouble and trusting in Abigale was the only thing I could do.
“We’ll figure something out…in time…for now, just work with Xavier in trying to find an alternative solution and please…stay out of trouble…” I begged, kissing her paw.
“I will…and I will convince them to release you as soon as I can – I love you!”
“I love you too…” I repeated, before the Hyena came back in and in a baritone voice, “Come now, visiting time is over, return to your duty unless you prefer to keep him company in the brig…” he smirked which elicited a sneering glance and fiery eyes from Abigale as she huffed and marched out through the door, the Hyena following closely behind.
The door shut and once again the lights were cut out, tossing us into darkness yet again. “Guardian angel…quite a beauty indeed!” the Sergal quipped.
“Shut the hell up!” I barked at his insinuating perversion. At this rate, I preferred to ‘enjoy’ my breakfast in silence and hoped that soon enough I will be freed again.
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My submission and the continuation of my
Thursday_Prompt series ANTHRO. This week's prompt for 8-22-2019, was the word "Bottle" which inspired this continuation.
Fermented orange juice? BLECH! But hey it's better than lapping the water from the grimy metallic floor I guess or dying of thirst!
Good news is Abigale is working to help get Ray out, and the Captain is not all that opposed to the idea, but the bad news is they need to find a way to fund the operation AND Ray's only company isn't the most joyous.
Hope you guys enjoyed the series so far and have kept up with the story line. Things will continue to become interesting! And there's no way of knowing where things will wind up, only way to know is to stay tuned!!
Until next time, enjoy the rest of your week!
My dreams were vivid images and flashes of memories; everything from my childhood to even up to this point in my life where everything changed. I seen it all, never able to make sense as to why they were there before a new vivid dream flashed across my mind. Was this purgatory? Some sort of personal hell I was enduring? Or maybe it was something more divine, as if a higher purpose was showing me the path I’ve taken and providing me clues as to where to go from here to better myself in the future.
Either way they didn’t last long, for before I knew it, I awoke somewhere dark…dark, cold and damp. The only noise was the plucking drip from an overhead conditioning pipe condensating – the droplets of water pooling at a crest before dripping to the metallic floor of the ship in a small puddle. My body ached as if I had just been worked over with a baseball bat. My splitting headache made my eyes hurt, luckily there were no visible lights which would add more misery to my headache, but that dripping noise…god dammit it drove me wild!
I groaned, realizing I was face down on the floor, my face fur matted with the grime and wetness from the floor, I rolled over on my side and tossed an arm over my head, cradling my left ear in the elbow joint of my left arm to deafen the sound.
In the darkness I could barely see the outline of bars surrounding me in a large room. My eyes adjusted to the darkness, and my wolven eyes allowed me to see much better in total blackness as opposed to my human self. Luckily the ship was stationary, still landed on Earth, and engines turned off as well. I could tell just by the environment I had to be in the lower portion of the ship, deep in the hull by the engine room and where all the mechanical workings were for the ship to power it. Should I be captive here when the ship departs Earth again, this place would be a sweltering, nauseating hell.
My thoughts were jumbled with confusion; I knew WHY I was here, but how long has it been? I had lost consciousness and no way of knowing how long I was out. Moreover, what the hell hit me? What shocked me? Was it a taser gun? And was I alone?
A muffled sound answered my last question, a whooping cough muffled by a hand or arm, but deafeningly loud in this silent room, only heightened by my migraine.
“Who…who’s there?” I asked, only to wince at my heading growing in intensity with each word, the rebounding echo from them reverberating off the hollowed walls not helping.
“Quiet…I don’t feel like talking…” the voice said, a low tone, obviously masculine, but also had a hint of softness to it.
“Name’s Ray…you are?”
“I said I don’t want to talk! Are you not listening?” the voice became much more aggressive. “I seen they dragged your sorry ass in here, flipped the lights on while I was sleeping! I do NOT want to be friends!”
“Hey, Chill! I was just trying to be friendly…”
“Oh, unlike you were towards the Captain? They said you acted out of line towards him, challenging him, almost mutinous” the voice tested
“That’s a lie! I was merely requesting to be informed on a decision which was detrimental to me and my team and the bastard dismissed me as if I were nothing but a peon; berating me and treating me like a mangled pup!” I sneered.
A hiss of laughter echoed, “And yet here you are…in the belly of the ship, tossed in darkness in the brig without dignity. Is that not adding salt to the wound?”
“FUCK YOU!” I exclaimed, my head now throbbing in pain to the point I thought I was going to puke, I didn’t want to say another word for fear that I might…perhaps this is what they wanted all along.
For minutes I writhed in pain, until finally it subsided enough to become tolerable. “Good, you’ve shut up…” the voice said lowly, eliciting a grumbling growl which unexpectedly escaped my lips.
After an unknown length of time, I managed to fall back asleep, the only thing to do in this darkness to try and relieve this headache. It wasn’t easy with that sufferable drip, but I managed.
Well…that was until the ambient fluorescent lights pulsated on, tossing the brig into a blinding wall of light. Taking a few moments to let my eyes adjust I laid eyes on another man, a dirt and ragged looking Sergal. He was sitting in the corner of his cell, his shark-lined head leaning against the cage, his pointed ears sticking out from the cage on the opposite side of the room. He was dressed in a tattered white shirt, stained with what looked like vomit and dirt, while his shorts were synthetic in nature, but pure black. He wore no shoes or boots, his paws were lying lopsided on the floor, the fur coated and covered in black stains and dirt from the metallic floor.
I could see beside him a glass bottle, it was short and square with a rather thick neck. It was a dark green in color and vaguely translucent. I could barely see within, some sort of liquid. Perhaps liquor? Or some sort of alcoholic beverage? But I wasn’t sure.
Either way, the sergal looked and seemed completely drunk. I wouldn’t doubt it, as the only thing to do in this hole is to either sleep or lose your mind. So perhaps a stiff drink was another escape for this cellmate.
Shortly afterwards, I heard movement. Looking over behind me, I could see a large metallic door as it was swung open. There, entering the brig was a familiar face, the Hyena guard who was one of the two brutes who tossed me in here.
“Awake, there pup? Perhaps I didn’t shock you good enough! These plasma batons sure do pack a punch but I musta went easy on you!” he sneered. His mottled colored fur contrasted his bright green eyes and white fangs keenly, his rounded ears standing atop his head, poking free from the armored face mask he was wearing for protection. He was wielding the same baton he hit me with, a long slender rod, with a power centrifuge at the top encased in a small, perforated housing which only allowed small bits of plasma to arc out from – an elegant but intimidating blue glow emanating and sparking.
I could only rub the back of my neck, a grim reminder of where I was struck. I looked at him with much detest, and furled a brow, pondering his intentions.
“Now, now, no need to be pretentious, as per Captains orders I’ve brought you a little something…you didn’t get to finish your breakfast it seemed. Pity you get to eat anything after the stunt you pulled, but it seems you have a guardian angel watching over you!” he gave that hyena chuckle as he tossed an overly ripe banana through the cage and right afterwards a small bottle – exactly in appearance as to the one the sergal possessed.
“Abigale?” I asked, suggesting to the guardian angel he mentioned.
“Heh, you will be filled in with that information…whenever it is, you’re getting out of there!” he laughed again before turning away, resting the baton against his shoulder – only the metallic shaft touching so he wouldn’t get shocked.
“Lucky you…” came the sergal again. “I’ve been having nothing to drink but this fermented orange juice since Day 1 and the water collecting on the floor from that pipe. Those in the brig always get the scraps and throw away junk from the Mess Hall – they refill my bottle every few days so I must ration it. Seems though…you do have a guardian angel…” he suggested, lifting a shaky claw towards me.
I didn’t catch on until I heard a low weep from behind, turning behind, there stood Abigale.
“Abby! Wh-What are you doing here!?” I cheerfully asked, standing up to stand face to face with her as she approached the bars on my cage.
“I-I’ve come to see you…fermented juice? That’s disgusting, I’ll get you some water…” she suggested, grabbing a hold of the bottle. I poked my arms through the cage to grab a hold of hers before she could run off with the bottle.
“Abby…I don’t want you to get in trouble on my behalf…it’s my fault I’m in here, not yours.” I said sorrowful.
I moved my hands to the bottle and pulled it free from her grip, she reluctantly let go but she did so only at my request.
“I’ll try to get you out of here as soon as I can! I promise…I’ve already talked with the Captain, he declined our idea but only on the premise that the corporation wouldn’t have the available endorsements to fund such a mass scale operation. That if there was a solution to finance it all, he would be for it and even propose the idea at the next council meeting for the EPTC to get it approved and underway…”
My heart sank for a moment, how could we get funding for such a thing? But that could be something we could help figure out once I am out of this god forsaken hell-hole. Until then, staying out of trouble and trusting in Abigale was the only thing I could do.
“We’ll figure something out…in time…for now, just work with Xavier in trying to find an alternative solution and please…stay out of trouble…” I begged, kissing her paw.
“I will…and I will convince them to release you as soon as I can – I love you!”
“I love you too…” I repeated, before the Hyena came back in and in a baritone voice, “Come now, visiting time is over, return to your duty unless you prefer to keep him company in the brig…” he smirked which elicited a sneering glance and fiery eyes from Abigale as she huffed and marched out through the door, the Hyena following closely behind.
The door shut and once again the lights were cut out, tossing us into darkness yet again. “Guardian angel…quite a beauty indeed!” the Sergal quipped.
“Shut the hell up!” I barked at his insinuating perversion. At this rate, I preferred to ‘enjoy’ my breakfast in silence and hoped that soon enough I will be freed again.
<<< PREV | FIRST | NEXT >>>
My submission and the continuation of my
Thursday_Prompt series ANTHRO. This week's prompt for 8-22-2019, was the word "Bottle" which inspired this continuation. Fermented orange juice? BLECH! But hey it's better than lapping the water from the grimy metallic floor I guess or dying of thirst!
Good news is Abigale is working to help get Ray out, and the Captain is not all that opposed to the idea, but the bad news is they need to find a way to fund the operation AND Ray's only company isn't the most joyous.
Hope you guys enjoyed the series so far and have kept up with the story line. Things will continue to become interesting! And there's no way of knowing where things will wind up, only way to know is to stay tuned!!
Until next time, enjoy the rest of your week!
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