This choice: Continue with the convicts. • Go Back...Chapter #5Continue with the convicts. by: seawolf147   Max awoke slowly, his mind felt fuzzy, looked around the room and panicked, he didn't know where he was. Then he remembered the bus crash and walk in the snow, he relaxed a bit but then notices the others staring at him "What?".
"How do you feel? What do you remember?" the Doc asked.
"I don't know, my head hurts a little" Max rubbed his head and at that point realised he was naked. "WHAT THE HELL HAPPEN?" The other tried to quieten Max down "VIN why didn't you stop them from raping ME?" The group just about managed to quieten Max down enough to explain about the black pen the Doc had found, through the tried and tested method of everyone sitting on the noise person till they calmed down. Max's muffed voice came from between Rosemary's legs "Ok, that sounds cool and all, but why the HELL am I naked?"
"Well, I needed to test it on someone so, I did eeny meeny miny moe and got you" the Doc explained coldly "I then zapped you and put on your skin". There was a fair amount of struggling and swearing from underneath the group of about a minute. "Are you calm?".
"Yes" came the reluctant reply. Everyone stood slowly, ready to jump of Max if he started shouting again. "Why didn't you stop them?" Vin just stared at Max. Max hit Vin as hard as he could on the arm but it seem to do more damage to Max than Vin "idiot".
A few minutes later, with Max dressed, the group gathered on the steps heading up in the rest of the house. "According to his schedule Dr Smith, is away for another few days, that should gives as time to adjust and learn about our skins, since we don't get the memories of the people we wear" Doc whispered to the others. Placing a hand on Gus's shoulder Doc continued "our cat thief is going to go in to the house find a skin for himself and then collect enough skins for the rest of us. Once we'll skinned up we can move from there." The rest of the group nodded their agreement with the plan, except Vin who just stared in to space.
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Gus's heart beat a mile a minute as he hide behind the massive Christmas tree, he had heard it was bad luck to bring a tree in to the house so early in December, but for Gus it had been a god send. When Gus had entered the room he had been stunned by the amount of presents the family had, the only presents he got from his parents was a good beating. The tree was beautifully decorated, it had bought a tear to the twenty-five year olds eyes. As he approached he felt like a child, he forgot he his worries, that was until he heard the chatter of two maids coming towards him.
Gus had dived behind the tree and had been stood there half an hour as the maids moved around the room cleaning. Gus's sweaty hands held on to the pen like his life depended upon it because it kind of did. From what he over heard the family was very high up in polite society and also very racist, Gus didn't feel as bad about planning to taking their skins after hearing the rumors of what cruel things they did to the black servants of over households. The family was also very elitist, no ethic had ever stepped into their home, Gus could feel himself getting angry not only at the owners of the house but also the maids who laughed as they told the stories.
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(Gus's POV)
It had taken a while for the maids to leave the room and allow to get moving again. You weren't a murderer, just burglar, and never really wanted to ever hurt anyone but you could feel a fire had started burning inside of you. It had been a shame the two maids left together at the end you really wanted to zap them but you weren't sure if there was a recharge period, so you let them go, for now at least. Unfortunately every person you came across was either with someone or to far away to skin and retrieve safely. After hiding and moving short bursts you came upon what looked to be the master bedroom, you carefully pushed the door open and saw.....   indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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