Trooper Station, late Saturday night -- NFB
"You've got a visitor, puppy dog," one of the troopers told Bel late Saturday afternoon. They troopers had picked up on Tex's name for him and enjoyed using it as well.
The trooper ushered Lindsey in. Bel looked up hopefully. "Tell me you're getting me out of here," he said.
"I'm not even in law school yet, Turner," Lindsey said. "What do you expect me to do?"
"I don't know, prove that they're violating my rights, something!" Bel said. "You're the closest thing I've got to a lawyer around here."
"Like they're going to listen to a teenager," Lindsey pointed out. "Besides, why would I want to get you out of here when my girlfriend has cast a spell to make sure you stay in here?"
Bel glared at Lindsey. "She told me she doesn't believe I did it."
Lindsey laughed. "Right. You're a demon, Turner. Everyone's been just waiting for you to screw up and get caught."
Temper flaring, Bel growled, "I didn't do it. I didn't hurt Allie."
"And I'm a country singer," Lindsey said. "You're just being what you are. A killer."
Bel reached through the bars and seized Lindsey, banging his head against the bars. Lindsey squealed and flailed, and before the troopers could stop Bel, he summoned an athame and snarled, "I'll show you a killer." He drove the blade into Lindsey's chest, twisting just to see the expression on his face.
Bel woke up again, shaking, The trooper on duty gave him a strange look, or what probably was a strange look underneath the concealing helmet. He sank back down on the bed. When he was sharing a room with Lindsey killing him had crossed his mind once or twice, but not like that.
Then he felt a pressure on his ankle. He looked down to see the wee!tiny!bunny Phoebe had had with her during her visit had apparently stayed, and was now hugging his ankle. Then another bunny appeared, and another, until there were a half dozen, hopping up his body, hugging along the way. They settled on his shoulders, hugging his neck.
Bel sighed and tried to get some bunny-induced peaceful sleep.
The trooper ushered Lindsey in. Bel looked up hopefully. "Tell me you're getting me out of here," he said.
"I'm not even in law school yet, Turner," Lindsey said. "What do you expect me to do?"
"I don't know, prove that they're violating my rights, something!" Bel said. "You're the closest thing I've got to a lawyer around here."
"Like they're going to listen to a teenager," Lindsey pointed out. "Besides, why would I want to get you out of here when my girlfriend has cast a spell to make sure you stay in here?"
Bel glared at Lindsey. "She told me she doesn't believe I did it."
Lindsey laughed. "Right. You're a demon, Turner. Everyone's been just waiting for you to screw up and get caught."
Temper flaring, Bel growled, "I didn't do it. I didn't hurt Allie."
"And I'm a country singer," Lindsey said. "You're just being what you are. A killer."
Bel reached through the bars and seized Lindsey, banging his head against the bars. Lindsey squealed and flailed, and before the troopers could stop Bel, he summoned an athame and snarled, "I'll show you a killer." He drove the blade into Lindsey's chest, twisting just to see the expression on his face.
Bel woke up again, shaking, The trooper on duty gave him a strange look, or what probably was a strange look underneath the concealing helmet. He sank back down on the bed. When he was sharing a room with Lindsey killing him had crossed his mind once or twice, but not like that.
Then he felt a pressure on his ankle. He looked down to see the wee!tiny!bunny Phoebe had had with her during her visit had apparently stayed, and was now hugging his ankle. Then another bunny appeared, and another, until there were a half dozen, hopping up his body, hugging along the way. They settled on his shoulders, hugging his neck.
Bel sighed and tried to get some bunny-induced peaceful sleep.