Chapter 8 - Brick House
By mgangel1124
The day after Raef's rescue, everyone was in Trunks' pub celebrating a job well done. Even the surly barkeep had taken a break to whip Captain Yemman's crazy pirate ass at DDR. It wasn't until people were hungry that Hikki realized his big diversion cake was missing. And so was Angel.
"Oh zheet..."
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It was surprisingly easy to sneak into Comdot Estate, especially considering that there'd just been a major security breach. She just put a card on the cake, addressed it to Matrix, and waited inside in her stripper costume, so she'd have an excuse if someone else opened it. While she waited for someone to answer the door, Angel considered her options. She could wait for Matrix to open the top and cut his eye out with a knife to stun him, or she could pop out and confront him. Before she could make a decision, a maid finally answered the door. She had a vacant expression on her face that was kind of creepy. Oh, and she was also a robot. It was obvious, because she made metal-y sounds when she walked.
A few minutes later, Angel heard the maid knock on a door, and she brought the Angel-filled cake inside the room.
"Mr. Matrix, this just arrived for you." Even her voice lacked emotion. It was really pretty unnerving.
"Thank you Dorothy. Now go see Larry; he wanted to check on your oil levels." Angel's blood boiled when she heard his voice. Yes, it would definitely help her rage more to confront him face-to-face and beat the crap out of him.
Dorothy nodded and left. Matrix stood up and examined the cake. It was pretty obvious that it was a stripper cake. It'd been a long time since Ozzal had allowed him to have a stripper. The problem was that they all got freaked out about his tentacle fix and ran away screaming. So he was excited and hoped she was a good stripper. With big boobs. He sat down and got out some dollar bills.
"All right, come on out and take your top off."
It was a good thing for him that he had quick reflexes, because a knife was suddenly flung out from the cake and embedded in the back of the chair he'd been sitting in only a second ago.
"Score, a dominatrix stripper!" he thought.
He looked over at the cake and was rather surprised at the woman who was now trying to extract herself from the center of the cake. He certainly wasn't expecting to see her there.
"Angel...so nice to see you again!" he smirked. He knew he was pissing her off. "You didn't have to go through all this trouble. If you wanted to get back together, you could have just called."
"Go to hell!" she snapped and threw another knife at him, finally managing to get out of the cake without falling in it.
Luckily, he dodged it. "Aw, come on honey. Did I really deserve that?"
"You killed my father, you son of a bitch!" She hurled yet another blade at him.
"Hey there, where do you keep pulling those out of?" He was distracted for a moment at the thought. "You two weren't that close anyways. You would have run away with me in a heartbeat if I'd asked you. And I always got the feeling he didn't like the fact that we were dating." In case it wasn't obvious, this is definitely not something you want to say to your homicidal ex-girlfriend when she may or may not have several knives hidden somewhere on her person.
"Maybe that's because you were his assistant and he knew how much of a pervert you were. And you know, there's a major difference between being willing to go off with someone you loved and not caring that that someone murdered your dad in cold blood and stole his life's work!" She was livid now. And breathing hard. And Matrix...well, he wasn't really listening any more. So he didn't notice until it was too late that she was about to strike.
Too bad she was out of knives and had to settle for a punch in the face instead. But at least it gave her the chance to get toward one of her knives. She grabbed it, he reached over, and she cut his arm.
"Ow! Goddammit!" She was about to stab him when he played his trump card. He pulled out a small communicator-type thing and showed it to her.
"Wait a minute there, sweetie. See this? It's my alarm. It'll be triggered by my pulse not working. If it goes off and the guards get you, they won't just kill you; they'll torture you for information and get your little rebel friends too."
Damn, she was stuck. She wasn't going to leave without getting her revenge, but she had to find a way to do it and escape. After a minute, she thought of a plan that took advantage of his perverted one-track mind.
"So I'm stuck here until you let me go."
"Yep."
"I'll make a deal with you. If I be your personal stripper for a while, will you let me go?"
"That sounds fair."
Her plan involved her having to stay there until Matrix trusted her not to kill him randomly. She also needed to subdue him long enough to get her hands on the big book of invention blueprints that he had; it was the one he'd stolen from her father's workshop.
Luckily, it only took a little over a week for Matrix's perverted mind to forget she hated him. One day, she was stripping and was able to gag him and handcuff him to his chair. Don't ask how she did it; he really didn't think well under such circumstances. Something about not enough of the blood reaching his brain...
...So she pulled out her knife, and he reached for his alarm. Now it was her turn to smirk. "Don't worry, sweetie, I'm not gonna kill you. I'm just gonna make you wish I had."
And she castrated him.
Then she stole his book and his coat. Since his alarm hadn't gone off and he was gagged, he couldn't call for help, and she was able to sneak out of the castle. Just as Angel got outside the door, she heard him screaming in pain. He must have managed to get the gag off. Still, the guards were too preoccupied with finding out what had happened to notice the young woman walking calmly out of Comdot Estate with the big book under her arm.
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An hour later, Angel strolled into Luna's café and approached Hikki at the counter.
"What ze 'ell were you do-eeng?! You could 'ave comprom-eezed ze enteere operateeon!" he growled at her.
"Calm down, everything went fine. And I've got something that can help us. An important book that someone I know made." She looked around and saw Cille looking tired and sad. "What's up with her?" Angel asked.
"Raef hazn't gone 'ome yet. Apparently, zere ees a gerl in Comdot 'oo ee'z zmeeten wiz."
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Character/Name References:
Hikki = Kohikki
Trunks = Trunks (duh)
Captain Yemman the pirate = myname
Angel = mgangel1124
Matrix = matrixman124
Larry = Lazy
The day after Raef's rescue, everyone was in Trunks' pub celebrating a job well done. Even the surly barkeep had taken a break to whip Captain Yemman's crazy pirate ass at DDR. It wasn't until people were hungry that Hikki realized his big diversion cake was missing. And so was Angel.
"Oh zheet..."
**********
It was surprisingly easy to sneak into Comdot Estate, especially considering that there'd just been a major security breach. She just put a card on the cake, addressed it to Matrix, and waited inside in her stripper costume, so she'd have an excuse if someone else opened it. While she waited for someone to answer the door, Angel considered her options. She could wait for Matrix to open the top and cut his eye out with a knife to stun him, or she could pop out and confront him. Before she could make a decision, a maid finally answered the door. She had a vacant expression on her face that was kind of creepy. Oh, and she was also a robot. It was obvious, because she made metal-y sounds when she walked.
A few minutes later, Angel heard the maid knock on a door, and she brought the Angel-filled cake inside the room.
"Mr. Matrix, this just arrived for you." Even her voice lacked emotion. It was really pretty unnerving.
"Thank you Dorothy. Now go see Larry; he wanted to check on your oil levels." Angel's blood boiled when she heard his voice. Yes, it would definitely help her rage more to confront him face-to-face and beat the crap out of him.
Dorothy nodded and left. Matrix stood up and examined the cake. It was pretty obvious that it was a stripper cake. It'd been a long time since Ozzal had allowed him to have a stripper. The problem was that they all got freaked out about his tentacle fix and ran away screaming. So he was excited and hoped she was a good stripper. With big boobs. He sat down and got out some dollar bills.
"All right, come on out and take your top off."
It was a good thing for him that he had quick reflexes, because a knife was suddenly flung out from the cake and embedded in the back of the chair he'd been sitting in only a second ago.
"Score, a dominatrix stripper!" he thought.
He looked over at the cake and was rather surprised at the woman who was now trying to extract herself from the center of the cake. He certainly wasn't expecting to see her there.
"Angel...so nice to see you again!" he smirked. He knew he was pissing her off. "You didn't have to go through all this trouble. If you wanted to get back together, you could have just called."
"Go to hell!" she snapped and threw another knife at him, finally managing to get out of the cake without falling in it.
Luckily, he dodged it. "Aw, come on honey. Did I really deserve that?"
"You killed my father, you son of a bitch!" She hurled yet another blade at him.
"Hey there, where do you keep pulling those out of?" He was distracted for a moment at the thought. "You two weren't that close anyways. You would have run away with me in a heartbeat if I'd asked you. And I always got the feeling he didn't like the fact that we were dating." In case it wasn't obvious, this is definitely not something you want to say to your homicidal ex-girlfriend when she may or may not have several knives hidden somewhere on her person.
"Maybe that's because you were his assistant and he knew how much of a pervert you were. And you know, there's a major difference between being willing to go off with someone you loved and not caring that that someone murdered your dad in cold blood and stole his life's work!" She was livid now. And breathing hard. And Matrix...well, he wasn't really listening any more. So he didn't notice until it was too late that she was about to strike.
Too bad she was out of knives and had to settle for a punch in the face instead. But at least it gave her the chance to get toward one of her knives. She grabbed it, he reached over, and she cut his arm.
"Ow! Goddammit!" She was about to stab him when he played his trump card. He pulled out a small communicator-type thing and showed it to her.
"Wait a minute there, sweetie. See this? It's my alarm. It'll be triggered by my pulse not working. If it goes off and the guards get you, they won't just kill you; they'll torture you for information and get your little rebel friends too."
Damn, she was stuck. She wasn't going to leave without getting her revenge, but she had to find a way to do it and escape. After a minute, she thought of a plan that took advantage of his perverted one-track mind.
"So I'm stuck here until you let me go."
"Yep."
"I'll make a deal with you. If I be your personal stripper for a while, will you let me go?"
"That sounds fair."
Her plan involved her having to stay there until Matrix trusted her not to kill him randomly. She also needed to subdue him long enough to get her hands on the big book of invention blueprints that he had; it was the one he'd stolen from her father's workshop.
Luckily, it only took a little over a week for Matrix's perverted mind to forget she hated him. One day, she was stripping and was able to gag him and handcuff him to his chair. Don't ask how she did it; he really didn't think well under such circumstances. Something about not enough of the blood reaching his brain...
...So she pulled out her knife, and he reached for his alarm. Now it was her turn to smirk. "Don't worry, sweetie, I'm not gonna kill you. I'm just gonna make you wish I had."
And she castrated him.
Then she stole his book and his coat. Since his alarm hadn't gone off and he was gagged, he couldn't call for help, and she was able to sneak out of the castle. Just as Angel got outside the door, she heard him screaming in pain. He must have managed to get the gag off. Still, the guards were too preoccupied with finding out what had happened to notice the young woman walking calmly out of Comdot Estate with the big book under her arm.
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An hour later, Angel strolled into Luna's café and approached Hikki at the counter.
"What ze 'ell were you do-eeng?! You could 'ave comprom-eezed ze enteere operateeon!" he growled at her.
"Calm down, everything went fine. And I've got something that can help us. An important book that someone I know made." She looked around and saw Cille looking tired and sad. "What's up with her?" Angel asked.
"Raef hazn't gone 'ome yet. Apparently, zere ees a gerl in Comdot 'oo ee'z zmeeten wiz."
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Character/Name References:
Hikki = Kohikki
Trunks = Trunks (duh)
Captain Yemman the pirate = myname
Angel = mgangel1124
Matrix = matrixman124
Larry = Lazy