Vulpe, Mouse, Theodore and Lance
Mouse woke up to hear a female voice screaming curses and watched with interest as a group of soldiers and scientests headed down the corridor with someone fighting wildly at the middle. She saw a flash of red hair and smiled. At least someone was fighting back.
"Bastardi! Se ottengo mai liberamente, sto andando fendere le vostre gole! Come sfida voi! Figli delle femmine!" Vulpe shrieked, claws out and scratching wildly. All of the people holding her down showed signs of her anger. She bit down on a hand that came too close to her mouth and the man howled in pain as she went down to the bone. A smack on the back of her head made her release the hand she'd caught and she kept screaming. "Li ucciderò tutti! Sto andando ho lasciato il mio padre castrarlo! Hell, lo farò io stesso!"
"Is there a problem, gentleman?" Danjermond's voice came though a loudspeaker coldly.
"Uh, nuh Suh!" One of the soldiers shouted. "We'll be done soon, Suh!"
"I sincerely hope so. Be careful with her. Specimans of that quality don't come our way often."
"Va la scopata voi stessi! Sono animale!" Vulpe raged furiously. She backflipped over one soldier and then sprang from another's back and fled down the corridor.
Mouse's eyes widened as the girl ran past. She had a tail! One glimpse of her snarling face and Mouse tried to reach out. She looked like a fox, like one of the Folk.
Vulpe saw the girl standing behind a glass door, and her headlong rush faltered for an instant. Horrible burns showed vividly on one side of her body, and on the other side, she knew she saw signs of frostbite. "Dio nel cielo e tutti i suoi san..." She shook her head, and jumped to grab a ceiling fixture as a dart whizzed through the space she had been standing. "Ragazza! What de deal wit' this place, huh?" She bounced off another wall, and then her fists drove into one of the soldier's belly as her teeth tore into his shoulder. He went down.
"It's a lab! Run for it!" Mouse shouted. "They'll want to experiment on you, Fox!" She pounded on the glass with one hand, then went flying backwards as the current running through it shocked her.
Vulpe whirled in a beautiful ballet of violence, blood dancing under her teeth and claws as her tail helped her keep her balance. "Merda! Ringraziamenti, capretto! What's your name? See if I can get word out!"
"Mouse! Jane Hall! God, just get the hell out of here! This is Hell on earth!" Mouse watched the other girl frantically as she fought.
"Merda!" Vulpe went down fighting to the end, growling and screaming the fox's banshee shriek. Her furious denial was cut off as a needle pricked her arm and the drugs were injected into her system. "Uccidali tutti..." she whispered wih utter hatred as her eyelids fluttered shut. She hoped her father could get the word out to find her. She'd been betrayed and sold by one of his underlings. Damn Vindichi and his jealousy! Just because she wouldn't sleep with him, and he wanted to be the next head of the Thieves Guild in Italy. She hoped her father killed him for it. He would.
Mouse watched with hopeless despair as the now limp body of the new inmate in this circle of Hell was carried down the corridor. She didn't think she could bear to feel the girl's pain. She had enough trouble with her own.
~*~*~*~
Upstairs, Lance cradled his head in his hands. How was he going to get the two of them out? How? He didn't know how he was going to get the first girl out, let alone two of them.
Mouse, Vulpe and Lance
Later that day, Mouse was returned to her cell after another day of experiments. She heard a defiant voice singing very bawdy songs in Italian. It was close enough to French that she could pick out the general gist. She smiled slightly despite her pain and mental anguish.
"Quando vedete un ragazzo americano, tutti ragazze italiane conosciamo che cosa desidera. Desidera una certa scopata! Poiché quelle ragazze americane sono fredde come ghiaccio e noi gli italiani sono il fuoco. Desidera un certo gatto italiano, ma gli uomini americani tutti hanno ottenuto i piccoli rubinetti, in modo da ridiamo e gli trasmettiamo la sede alla sua madre!" Vulpe sang a song from after the Americans invaded Italy, generally mocking their sexual prowess. "Gli uomini italiani sono degli stalloni nella camera da letto, il gallo americano non misura appena su. Io, sono una ragazza italiana ed amo passeggiare!" She sang loudly, making rude gestures at the camera hidden in the corner. Well, hidden but she was a Thief in training. Her father would've smacked her around the head if she'd missed it.
"Hey!" Mouse called out. Vulpe grinned and cut off her song.
"Ciò lo è, Mouse?" She shouted back.
"Yeah, it's me! Talk English, would ya?"
"Sì, Mouse. Where you from?"
"Anywhere and everywhere. I'm American."
"You're American? They're doing this to one of their own people?" Vulpe's jaw dropped open in disbelief. "I'm Italiano, if you hadn't have guessed already."
"It kinda makes an impact. What's your name?"
"Vulpe Rossinni! I'm also known as Vixen. So, what's do they want you for?"
"I'm an alien."
"No merda! Mutant, me."
"Stands out."
Vulpe yipped a laugh. "Yeah, does a bit. It's the tail, si?"
"Yeah." Mouse grinned slightly, her feeling bouyed up by the playful Italian. "How they'd get you?"
"A man called Vindichi, il figlio di una pulce ha infestato la femmina bastarda!" Vulpe ground her teeth in rage. "Wanted me, laughed mio dietro off at him. He wants to be next in line for my father's place. This he did to get even, but I don' think he enjoy it for long. He will be dead soon." She grinned fiendishly. "I hope my father castrates him, il bastardo."
"Well, you're very angry, aren't ya?"
"Angry? Bambino, I'm deadly furious. He's lucky I can't get my hands on him." Her tail lashed. A soldier strode down the corridor and Vulpe whistled at him. "Ehi! Andare a dormire con sue sorelle, ragazzo di soldato!" His back stiffened and he walked on. Vulpe jeered at him, and Mouse giggled.
~*~*~*~
Lance watched their interaction, pen tapping thoughtfully against his desk. He had obtained a sample from the mutant girl as well. He had to go about his business, without alerting his superiors, or anyone here. He could't believe the men here. They were so...cold. The new one, she was human! Mutant, yes, but still human. God, he wanted to get them out. So very, very badly.