Page 15 of Hell Bites

I manage to get him in a tight headlock, just the way my brother showed me. Rae-Rae showed me all kinds of awesome defense techniques that he said I may need while up here. Apparently, it’s a dangerous place, but I haven’t noticed any danger. It’s all been a lot of fun.

Felix and I stumble to the side as he loses his balance. I tighten my grip around his throat, hoping to get him to calm the hell down, but it only makes him freak out more. He groans and growls, using his free hand to yank on my arms. I rear my foot back and kick at the box, because now that I’m on him, I feel the heaviness to it and it’s making us tip over.

“Drop the box!” I shout at him, trying to kick it again but missing.

“No, not Roger!”

“You named your box Roger?” I screech.

Again, if this man weren’t so damn delicious, and his voice weren’t the best thing my ears have ever listened to, I’d worry about him being crazy, but… everyone has their faults. If he’s crazy, I’ll accept him for who he is. He’s just too beautiful to do otherwise. I can’t let him go now. He’s mine.

He tries to respond, but his body starts to go limp. Still, he doesn’t let go of the damn box. Then I remember the handcuffs in my pocket, and the fact Draven is supposed to be helping me.

I look over my shoulder. The car is stopped in the middle of the road, and he’s staring at me with wide eyes and his mouth hanging open.

“Help me!” I scream at him.

He shakes out of it, then opens the door and runs over, standing there with his arms out to the sides like he doesn’t know what to do.

“Take the box!”

“Not Roger!” Felix manages to say, though his voice is quiet and very raspy now.

“Stop resisting!”

“No, not my—”

Draven yanks the box from Felix’s hand as his legs give out and he drops. I straighten my feet in time that I catch myself, then grab the handcuffs, quickly get them on, and look up at Draven.

“Get him, I’ll carry that stupid box,” I growl.

Draven hands me the box, and I take it, but it pulls me down and drops to the ground with a loud clap.

This is heavier than I thought!

I scope it out, noting there is a wire front, and when I look inside, I scream and jerk away from it.

Draven is bent over Felix, about to lift him, but frozen and staring at me like I threatened his mother.

“It’s a fucking alien!” I shout at Draven. “A naked rat! And it’s… it’s fucking obese!”

The thing hisses at me, its claws coming out, then it swats at me.

I glare at it and hiss back, showing dominance.

But all it does is hiss at me again.

I grit my teeth and crawl, then tap the side of the box, hoping to scare it, but all it does is lunge at me again. Feisty thing.

I look up to see Draven shaking his head, then proceeds to lift up Felix and run to the car. He opens the trunk, and is about to drop Felix in when I shout, “No, you heathen! I want him in the back with me!”

Draven freezes, glares at me, then brings Felix to the back seat. I lift the box with two hands, and hurry over. If it were up to me, I’d leave it here, but Felix seems attached and I don’t want to upset him.

“This devil spawn can go in the trunk.” I drop the box in and close the trunk. “I wonder if Lucifer knows he’s missing a child.”

I wipe my hands on my pants, finding Draven staring at me again.

“What?” I bark.

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