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Post by Cain Jiovanni on May 27, 2006 22:37:10 GMT -5
“You’re welcome,” Cain replied, “And I mean it, break more rules, go out a limb every once in a while.”
He paused a moment, “Oh, and call me if you find anything or you need me.”
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Post by Jack Lupus on May 27, 2006 22:46:46 GMT -5
“Sure thing.”
Jack shut the car door and jogged up to Rose’s house. The door was slightly ajar so he let himself in. The scent of blood caught him unaware and he nearly gagged, realizing whose blood it was he was smelling. He groped along the wall, feeling for the light switch and when his hand came across it he flicked it on.
“Holy shit.” The floor was soaked with drying blood. Taking a shuddering breath, Jack whistled.
“Mister Kibbles!” He called and clapped loudly, he waited for a moment before whistling in short succession. He took off his shoes when he reached the end of the blood stain, no use in making an even bigger mess.
“Mister Kibbles?” He called again as he searched the house, looking under beds and in closets.
“Well, shit.” He told the closet door he had just closed. He walked onto the porch after replacing his shoes and circled the house.
“Mister Kibbles?” He cried desperately, whistling into the night. Any thoughts of turning back were erased when he imagined Rose’s face if he had to tell her he couldn’t find her dog. Jack wouldn’t be able to face her.
He glanced around and sighed heavily, weighing his options. What the hell, Cain had said to go out on more limbs. Besides, what were the chances of him running into Rose’s attacker? He stumbled through the woods surrounding Rose's house for what seemed like hours before a soft whine caught his attention. Jack moved quietly through some thick brush and came into a clearing. Towards the left Mister Kibbles strained against the leash that bound him to the tree, barking as Jack approached.
He heard a snap and crunch before he felt the shot of pain that laced up his leg. His skin felt like it was on fire where the teeth of the trap had ripped through his jeans. He let out a short howl of pain and whimpered as he twisted around; a bear trap was clamped tightly around his right leg. He whimpered again, glancing around him. He screamed, struggling to pull the jaws of the trap away from his shin, they burned his hands.
“F*cking silver.” He cried out again and pounded his fists against the ground, cursing his helplessness with a few choice words. He felt around the trap, found the chain and jerked his hand back. The whole damn thing was silver.
Jack didn’t know what hurt worse; the skin on his hand that felt like it was melting off or the stabbing pain that shot up his leg every time he moved. Gasping for air, Jack reached into his pocket and pulled out his cell phone and dialed Cain’s number.
“Hey Cain,” He wheezed, crying out in pain. Suddenly Jack was acutely aware of the hilarity of his situation. Who the hell uses bear traps? He held the phone away from his face as he tried to catch his breath and then put it back to his ear, chuckling through the pain. “you’re never gonna’ believe what just happened.”
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Post by Cain Jiovanni on May 28, 2006 12:20:25 GMT -5
Cain picked up the phone, turning down the sound of Metallica as he piped a quick hello.
“What,” He chuckled, putting down the rag he'd polishing his car with. “That damn dog bite you too?”
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Post by Jack Lupus on May 28, 2006 12:37:35 GMT -5
Jack started laughing but it ended up as a sob. His leg throbbed against the trap and it took him a moment before he could speak. He coughed, finding it suddenly hard to breathe.
“I don’t feel so good, Cain.” Understatement of the year.
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Post by Cain Jiovanni on May 28, 2006 12:43:54 GMT -5
Cain joked. “I gathered as much dumb ass, I was just wondering if the dog has had shots.” Cain stopped laughing.
Cain thought his friend sounded a bit funny.
“Man, Jack, you okay?” Cain asked, going into the house to grab his bag off the laundry room counter, he had in mind to stay at the hospital tonight, just in case Rose needed him. “What happened? Is the dog okay? Are you in trouble?”
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Post by Jack Lupus on May 28, 2006 12:50:56 GMT -5
“Man, you wouldn’t believe me if I told you.” Another shot of pain shattered his leg and he decided to give it a shot.
“Yeah, the dog’s just f*cking great. We’re just, you know, chilling out in the woods. He’s tied to a tree and I’ve got a damn silver bear trap stuck on my leg.”
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Post by Cain Jiovanni on May 28, 2006 12:56:12 GMT -5
“Very funny, dude.” Then it dawned on Cain that Jack didn’t sound like he was joking.
“Shit, are you sure it’s silver?” He asked, tossing his bag into the back seat of his car and opening the bottom cabinet door in the garage. Where were those damn leather gloves when he needed them, he’d knocked them around in there for months. But now that he need them. He dug deeper into the tiny dark space. Pulling out the slightly torn pair of working gloves, Cain stood up.
“Okay, listen, don’t touch it. I’m coming. Who the hell uses a f*cking bear trap?”
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Post by Jack Lupus on May 28, 2006 13:05:26 GMT -5
“Am I sure it’s silver?” Jack almost laughed. He whimpered, yanking his arm away from where it had touched the trap. He had just gotten comfortable too.
“Trust me, if I had a choice, I wouldn’t be touching it.” He snapped back. He curled up as far away from the trap as he could without moving his leg.
“I asked the same damn question. But I have to admit it’s pretty effective; hurts like a b*tch.” He paused, trying to recover from a coughing fit.
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Post by Cain Jiovanni on May 28, 2006 13:15:05 GMT -5
“Alright, smart ass. Chill out, yeah, I’m on my way,” Cain replied, piling into his car, and starting it up.
"I bet it hurts like a b*tch, is the silver burning yet?" Cain asked, wondering how bad it would be before he got there. Damn he hated this friends getting hurt thing. Who was it going to be next, Tala? He'd kill anyone if they even thought of messing with her.
“What happened? How did you even stumble into a trap like that?”
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Post by Jack Lupus on May 28, 2006 13:25:18 GMT -5
“Yeah, although burning’s a tad of an understatement.” He flexed his hand and winced. He didn’t even want to think about what the silver was doing to his leg.
“The stupid ass dog wasn’t at the house so I was looking around in the woods. I don’t know, Cain, I didn’t even see the damned thing.”
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Post by Cain Jiovanni on May 28, 2006 14:08:10 GMT -5
“Great,” Cain muttered, pulling out onto the road. “See what that damn dog causes.”
“Okay, well, I’m getting there as fast I can, is there anything to put over your hands to try to pull the trap off? If not, I’ve got gloves; just try not to go anywhere before I get there.”
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Post by Jack Lupus on May 28, 2006 14:18:42 GMT -5
“Hold on a second.” Jack put the phone down and pulled off his shirt. He wrapped his hands and tried again to pry open the trap. He yelled in frustration and yanked his hands out of the shirt, putting the phone back to his ear.
“Damn thing won’t budge.” He glanced around.
“You got a flashlight? I can’t see a damned thing out here.”
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Post by Cain Jiovanni on May 28, 2006 14:41:53 GMT -5
“Okay, yeah I got a crowbar and a flashlight in the trunk.” Cain replied, turning off on Rose’s road for the third time in one day.
“Hand ten, man, I’m here.” Cain replied shoving the phone in his pocket for a moment, getting out the car, and shoving the pair of gloves in his other back pocket. As he walked around to the back of the car and popped the trunk, revealing the bright red tool box he kept all that kind of junk in.
“Flash light, flash light, I know there is one in here,” he muttered to himself as he finally pulled a large red metallic MagLight from the box. “Got it. Now to find Jack.” He added as he grabbed the crowbar and started toward the woods. Pulling out the phone again he continued. “Okay, got everything, where are you?”
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Post by Jack Lupus on May 28, 2006 14:58:21 GMT -5
“Hell if I know.” He glanced around him again.
“Somewhere behind Rose’s house, assuming I was walking in a straight line.” He put the phone away from his face and covered the mouth piece to avoid screaming in Cain’s ear.
“Cain!” He yelled as loud as he could. He put the phone back to his ear. “D’you hear that?”
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Post by Rose Karter on May 28, 2006 18:25:13 GMT -5
Meester Kibbles whined at Jack and nudged at his hand, the dog's large, chocolate-colored brown eyes almost symathetic, as if he were trying to say 'I tried to warn you.'
(^__^ Ah liiiive!)
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Post by Jack Lupus on May 28, 2006 19:05:18 GMT -5
Jack glanced at the dog and scratched behind his ears with his good hand.
“It’s all right Mister Kibbles. I won’t let Cain get you.” He laughed, not bothering to cover the phone so Cain couldn’t hear.
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Post by Rose Karter on May 28, 2006 19:16:37 GMT -5
The dog's tail started to wag a little and he yipped happily, licking at Jack's hand. Mister Kibbles sniffed the phone and barked right in Cain's ear.
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Post by Jack Lupus on May 28, 2006 19:25:25 GMT -5
Jack smirked, sitting up delicately so as not to move his leg anymore than necessary.
“That’s right.” He crooned. “Uncle Jack’ll take care of you.” He took out his pocket knife and cut the leash the tied Mister Kibbles to the tree. Holding Mister Kibble’s leash, he patted his left leg.
“C’mere boy.”
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Post by Rose Karter on May 28, 2006 19:31:01 GMT -5
The dochound tilted his head at Jack, one floppy black ear perked up while the other hung on the side of his small head. Mister Kibbles took a few steps closer to Jack and nudged his left leg with his cold nose lightly.
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Post by Jack Lupus on May 28, 2006 19:48:03 GMT -5
((ooc: My best friend has a dochound. ^^ so cute.))
Jack patted Mister Kibbles and ruffled his fur gently. He winced and laid back down, the pain in his leg was getting steadily worse.
((ooc: Sorry for the shortness. I can’t think of anything to write ><))
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