Addie let out a low groan, pushing himself up into a sitting position and feeling his throbbing head. It was bleeding. Joy of joys. He cracked open an eye and groaned again. Prison cell, or dungeon, and not a very nice one either. There was some nasty crust on the floor that was either blood or vomit, but it was too dark to tell which. The smell was vile. Suddenly, Mishka was before him, checking he was okay, saying something it took a moment for him to register.
"I'm okay." He insisted, pushing her hand away gently. She nodded.
"We need to get out of here."
"Damn straight we do." Came a new voice. Male, adult. Addie peered through the darkness and tried to make out who was there, but he couldn't see anyone. "Hello?"
"Hello." The voice replied cheerfully before someone hit the person it belonged to. "Ow!"
"Don't worry about them." Said Mishka. "They're prisoners here, like us. They're on our side..."
"We're not much use though." Mumbled a rather depressed voice, different to the first one. A man with spikey brown hair, dressed in a karate uniform, stepped close enough to be seen.
"Dirk?" Addie asked, confused. The man gave him a confused look back.
"I have a brother named Dirk...I'm Boyd..."
"Boyd McKenzie?"
He was silent for a moment. "Call me MacButtkick."
"I'm The Twerking Ninja!" Called the first voice. He was hit again. "Cut it out, Sandals!"
Mishka gave Addie a helpless look. "They told me their names were MacButtkick, Twerking Ninja and Old Man Sandals..."
"Well...that sounds promising..."
Mishka nodded. "They refuse to tell me what they can do."
Nervous as he normally was, Addie stayed where he was, back pressed against the bars. Twerking Ninja and Old Man Sandals were staying out of sight, but MacButtkick sighed.
"It doesn't matter, girl. We've all tried to escape before. Our powers can't break this prison. We don't even know who's holding us. We've yet to meet them. We're sustained here, but we don't know why they want us..."
"Have you ever tried as a team?"
"We have." Came the voice that must have belonged to Old Man Sandals. "Efforts were in vain, girl."
A sound of approaching footsteps stopped all of them in their tracks. A man came to the bars, shrouded in shadows.
"You know, this is a rare treat. Mishka, Boyd, Adolf, Oro and Carny. I must say, it's been a while since I saw all of you."
The voice had strange intonations. Echoing? "John Greenwolf?" Sandals asked incredulously. "We're friends, Greenwolf!"
"You're not friends with all of us."
"There's at least three people in there..." Mishka noted.
"Dildo Omelette?" Asked Twerking Ninja. Clearly the two of them were friends.
The door clicked open, and red lights came on. The face of the man was flickering. John and two other men neither Adolf nor Mishka had seen before. These were Dildo Omelette and a deceased man named Greenfield.
"It's Greenfield..." MacButtkick muttered furiously, clenching his fists. "This is all him...he's insane..."
A tremor went through the earth, knocking everyone off balance, except Sandals, who was standing on the ceiling. He and Twerking Ninja, who had created the tremors by twerking, grabbed the other three prisoners and pulled them away.
"So let me get this straight," The ninja began, "This Greenwolf guy and my man Omelette are possessed by this Green guy?"
"I'm not sure." Boyd replied before both he and Ninja were thrown off balance by a shot. There was a red flash, Old Man Sandals had to shield his eyes, and then he was screaming at the sight of two wolves, and the possessed Dildo Omelette fighting Twerking Ninja and MacButtkick. "Run!" Sandals commanded the wolf children, as he saw them, a look of desperation in his eyes. He didn't believe they would all survive should they stay and fight. "I know all three of these men, and combined they are too powerful!" He began running himself, and Noble Wolf and Mishka followed. Neither felt good about leaving the other two behind.
Mishka saw a light, headed for it, when the path caved in behind her, sealing her off from Noble Wolf and Old Man Sandals. She did her best to get back in, help when she heard the fight, but the absolute most she could do was watch, dismayed, as they were beaten up, held at the mercy of a red jewel on a string-...
Katarou had come in there and then, getting Omelette away from the others, beating him up in five swift movements, taking the gem from the hand of Dildo Omelette as John separated from him and all trace of Greenfield disappeared. and then he turned on the two men before him. The building once again began to crumble. Twerking Ninja had made the supports weak. She only just got out alive, and the next thing she realised was that Katarou had taken Addie from her.
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