The Crooked Blade Ch-11

           As Mongoose returned to her normal size after drinking the chemical concoction she made in the upsairs labs, she quickly looked around for a way out. She looked at each of the statues and held her quivering tail. "O-oh... I forgot which button...," her eyes widened "ah! Oh yes the button..." she said holding down her first button. In a matter of moments Mongoose remembered which button would help her escape, but just before she was able to press it, a shadow loomed over her. She froze as she looked behind her to see Klayton raising his sword. "I'll try to make this as painful as possible...." he growled.

           Though just as he was about to bring his sword down Kat pounced onto his back and bit down into his shoulder. "Wh-what? K-KAT get off of me before it get's away!" he demanded angirly trying to pry her off his back. "RARGH~! No fway Mwifter Bwutt-faco!" was her muffled response as she placed her hand over his eyes put make the situation for him more difficult. Kat quickly spotted Mongoose staring on in horror and Kat quickly looked up to her "Run Mongoose-doodles~!" she informed before biting back down into his shoulder. Mongoose hesitated and the bolted for the Teleporter Chair, though once seated she didn't know which button to choose. "Uh.. umm..." she thought desperetly.

          Klayton managed to see a bit from in-between Kat's fingers and saw his target in the contraption that would take her away.He gritted his teeth and sank his claws into the back of Kat's shirt and finally pried off the kicking and growling 'hoodian. "This is for your own good..." he told her as he tossed her away from him landing with a soft thud. "OW! BUTT-WEENIE~" she growled rubbing her back. Kat suddenly gasped as she saw Klayton begin to head twoards the Teleporter Chair with sword at the ready, but a sudden grip held him back and at the same time dragged him away slowly. He looked over his shoulder and narrowed his eyes.

         "Don't you have a shack to re-build?" he hissed angirly at Klyde. "It can w-wait..." Klyde grunted. Kork went over to see if Kat was seriously hurt from being tossed but seemed to be fine. "Klyde you numbskull! Didn't I tell you not to do anything stupid?" she spat as she finally noticed Klyde trying to re-strain Klayton while Mongoose was still stuck trying to pick up place to teleport to. "You should control your husband... maybe put him on a leash?" he growled at Kork. "Hu-Hu-Husband?!" Klyde felt a faint blush of embaressment spread across him. Klayton quickly elbowed Klyde in the stomach and used the handle of his sword for a finishing blow to the head. Klyde hunched over and clasped one hand on his stomach and one on his head and quickly looked up and watched Klayton rush over to Mongoose. "N-No!" Klyde wheezed.

         "Mongoose! Pick any button!" Kat yelled to her endangered friend. Mongoose's eyes widened as she watched Klayton launch his sword like a spear at her and quickly pressed any button and in an instant was teleported to another place, and just in time for that as soon as the chair was empty the sword embeded itself into the seat. "Blast it all!" Klayton cursed as he pulled the sword from the chair and felt the buttons until he found the one that was recently pressed. Once he found it he pressed down onto it and was teleported. "Mongoose-doodles~! I is a comin'~" Kat called scurrying past Klyde and hoping into the chair and pressing a button.

          Klyde slowly staggered to his feet "H-husba-," suddenly the club was brought down upon his head "ACK!" he clapsed his hands on the top of his head and turned around to an angry Kork. "And what was that all about?!" Kork demanded leaning on the club. Klyde rubbed his head "H-He... He called me your-"

         "And you should know that you're not and you can't be!" Kork stated sternly. "But.... But why not?" Klyde asked sadly. Kork gave an aggravated sigh "I already told you Klyde it would never work out!" she informed. "But that's because you've never tried!" Klyde retorted "I-I mean how do you know it won't wo-" Kork's glove ensealed hand clasped itself over his mouth with a cold look in her eye that then startled Klyde as the coldness melted into look that seemed to be begging him to stop, though she looked so sad. "Just... stop." she mumbled as she swung the club over her shoulder and seated herself in the Teleporter Chair and picked a button and vanished.

         Klyde was left feeling awful and seated himself on the floor and sighed as he replayed Kork's expression over and over again.