Page 23 of Wandering in Darkness
“I was trying to get like a knife or anything to help, but the only thing I managed to get… was an Oreo,” he says as Brigs begins pawing at Felix and ripping at the tape. There is so much determination in that macro pig to get that single Oreo that I start to question if we really could train him to eliminate the enemy by simply tossing Oreos at them.
“Voilà!” Felix exclaims, waving his hands around while Brigs munches away, pleased with himself. “I would like an apology,Cal, for doubting my micro pig.”
“You never explained what you were trying to do. Instead, you just rolled around while he took a nap.”
“He had to gain some energy to break us out of this hell,obviously.”
“Obviously, I missed that,” I say, watching Felix start working on his ankles as Brigs realizes he’s done with his Oreo and would like another. He then roots under Felix like he’s convinced there’s more under the man.
“Ha… hahaha… Brigs, baby, stop,” he says when Brigs begins pushing him across the floor. “Honey bunny, I only got you one Oreo.” He’s got the pig in a headlock now. Brigs starts squealing up a storm, highly displeased that he is not being showered in Oreos. I’m confident he’d put Felix back in his binds, he’s so mad.
“Didn’t we feed you this morning?”
“Sure did,” I confirm. “In the parking lot of the diner. He ate all of his food and then tried eating Copper’s.”
The one plus side to Brigs is that he has as much stamina as Felix, so he quickly tires of that and sprawls out.
“They do say pets look like their owners,” I mutter.
Felix’s eyes narrow. “What was that?”
“You both would murder for a cookie and then fall asleep mid murder because it was too much work.”
“I’m kicking your ass when I reach you,” he threatens as he hurriedly undoes his ankles before looking for who to help next.
“Get Cal,” Lane says, as if reading his mind.
“Okay, but I won’t leave you behind, my love! Don’t think this means I love him now. Please don’t be jealous.”
Lane seems confused, but I’m not even sure how he could be. Does he not live with Felix? “No part of me was.”
“Don’t ever fret. I would push Cal down a hill if it meant seeing your shining face instead of the back of his head,” Felix says.
“So it’s not even an ‘If I get to see you for one last moment’ thing, it’s just because you don’t want to see my head?” I ask.
“Correct.”
I look over to Antonio for his thoughts on this, but he’s still chilling in his bag. Like is he taking anap? Have he and the pig become brethren in this?
Felix hurries over to me and starts unwinding my wrists. I think he takes special joy when it rips some arm hair out. Then he’s off to help Lane.
“I feel unsure whether I should even release Antonio. I’m beginning to wonder if he’s having a blast over there,” Felix says.
“I’m going to kick your tiny ass if you don’t free me,” Antonio snarls.
“So feisty,” Felix says as he rushes over and does so.
I pick up the chair I was in, and since it’s plastic with metal legs, I hand it to Lane. “Break that, please. I want to be able to wield the legs.”
He gives it one good whack and the thing submits, practically falling apart in his hands.
“Sexy man,” Felix says as I watch the chair massacre.
“What’s our plan?” Lane asks, holding the chair legs. Since the four legs are made up of two long pieces of metal, he pulls one free and then, like it’s nothing at all, he bends it into a straight pole and hands it to me.
“Uh… thank you,” I say while I watch him bend the other. How the hell did he struggle to tear the tape if he can just bend metal this way and that? Must have just been the angle his arms were or something. I decide it’s best not to question it.
Felix freezes. “Someone’s coming. Plan?”
