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more times, pausing in the same position.
âGee, I would have thought a party animal like you could hold your liquor until the end of the night at least,â Milton said.
Tazmanâs tail uncurled and drooped to the ground.
âYou okay, buddy?â asked Milton.
âTerrific,â Tazman managed.
Milton glanced back at the nightspot just as Thorny appeared between the cat security. He started yelling at the bouncers but they remained unfazed. Two more of his friends burst from the entrance. One of the cats pointed with its sharpretractable claw and the three patrons scanned in Miltonâs direction. Milton backed away from the walkpath. Tazman spat and inhaled fresh air.
âFinished? Good, letâs go.â Milton grabbed Tazmanâs arm and pulled him down a side alley.
âHey,â cried the Freegu. âIâm trying to puke here.â
âTheyâre looking for us, come on you chimp.â
The alley stunk of humidity and rot. Vermin scampered through loose garbage. The ground crunched and squished under Miltonâs boots. Visibility dimmed down the alley; he couldnât make out an exit. Lightning crackled and revealed the path. It was full of overflowing garbage containers that crawled and slithered with a whole new ecosystem. The crevice seethed with warm, moist air. Milton wiped the sweat from his brow and scratched his head.
Thorny could be heard yelling at someone in the distance. Milton and Tazman crossed the litter and took cover behind a waste container. Tazman hawked and spat. A silence passed. Light padding of rain rang against hollow metal nearby.
Milton inched to the edge of the container and peered towards the alley mouth in time to see Thorny pass. His first sidekick followed and glanced in their direction. Milton froze. The sidekick kept going. A few spuckons passed before number three trailed behind. Milton emptied his lungs.
A brown hairy rodent scampered along the top of the container. Milton was taken aback. It stood up on its hind legsand spread its arms, revealing a set of webbed gliders. The small animal chuckled and sprang into the air, sailing away until it disappeared down a steaming drain.
Tazman held his stomach with unfocused eyes. âRecreation, huh?â said Milton. Tazman simply shrugged. Milton huffed and started back towards the alley mouth.
Thorny and his two goons sprung out from around the corner and spaced themselves across the alley opening. The one on the left had swollen veins running all over his body. Muscles crawled over his thin frame as he patted a metal pipe in his hand. The big one on the right looked rodent-like himself. He snarled and showed his fangs. Tattoos and piercings decorated his front; matted blue fur stuck out from his back.
Milton spun; Tazman was way ahead, his wobbly form staggering into the shadows. The trio laughed. Milton followed after Tazman, his so-called friend. Squeaks and croaks rose up as the rubbish rattled with fleeing critters â and now Milton was one of them. He ducked under an overhead pipe and almost lost his footing when his boot met a slimy puddle.
He caught up to Tazman who was forced to stop by a high wall at the end of alley. The trio chuckled from the darkness, slowing as they neared.
Tazman huffed and spun decisively, placing a hand on Miltonâs shoulder. âTheyâve left us no choice,â he said. He stepped up to them. âTime out fellas.â They stopped. âCan you give us a moment?â
The blue-fur guy snorted something incomprehensible and cracked his knuckles. Thorny looked on with an uncompromising focus, water dripping down his cracked lips and heaving chest. He smirked and all his thorns flexed in a wave.
The muscle guy with the pipe flashed a set of fake, gold-plated teeth and stepped forward. Thornyâs hand shot out and pressed against his chest to halt him. âMake it quick, Freegu,â he said, humouring his victims.
Tazman
âGee, I would have thought a party animal like you could hold your liquor until the end of the night at least,â Milton said.
Tazmanâs tail uncurled and drooped to the ground.
âYou okay, buddy?â asked Milton.
âTerrific,â Tazman managed.
Milton glanced back at the nightspot just as Thorny appeared between the cat security. He started yelling at the bouncers but they remained unfazed. Two more of his friends burst from the entrance. One of the cats pointed with its sharpretractable claw and the three patrons scanned in Miltonâs direction. Milton backed away from the walkpath. Tazman spat and inhaled fresh air.
âFinished? Good, letâs go.â Milton grabbed Tazmanâs arm and pulled him down a side alley.
âHey,â cried the Freegu. âIâm trying to puke here.â
âTheyâre looking for us, come on you chimp.â
The alley stunk of humidity and rot. Vermin scampered through loose garbage. The ground crunched and squished under Miltonâs boots. Visibility dimmed down the alley; he couldnât make out an exit. Lightning crackled and revealed the path. It was full of overflowing garbage containers that crawled and slithered with a whole new ecosystem. The crevice seethed with warm, moist air. Milton wiped the sweat from his brow and scratched his head.
Thorny could be heard yelling at someone in the distance. Milton and Tazman crossed the litter and took cover behind a waste container. Tazman hawked and spat. A silence passed. Light padding of rain rang against hollow metal nearby.
Milton inched to the edge of the container and peered towards the alley mouth in time to see Thorny pass. His first sidekick followed and glanced in their direction. Milton froze. The sidekick kept going. A few spuckons passed before number three trailed behind. Milton emptied his lungs.
A brown hairy rodent scampered along the top of the container. Milton was taken aback. It stood up on its hind legsand spread its arms, revealing a set of webbed gliders. The small animal chuckled and sprang into the air, sailing away until it disappeared down a steaming drain.
Tazman held his stomach with unfocused eyes. âRecreation, huh?â said Milton. Tazman simply shrugged. Milton huffed and started back towards the alley mouth.
Thorny and his two goons sprung out from around the corner and spaced themselves across the alley opening. The one on the left had swollen veins running all over his body. Muscles crawled over his thin frame as he patted a metal pipe in his hand. The big one on the right looked rodent-like himself. He snarled and showed his fangs. Tattoos and piercings decorated his front; matted blue fur stuck out from his back.
Milton spun; Tazman was way ahead, his wobbly form staggering into the shadows. The trio laughed. Milton followed after Tazman, his so-called friend. Squeaks and croaks rose up as the rubbish rattled with fleeing critters â and now Milton was one of them. He ducked under an overhead pipe and almost lost his footing when his boot met a slimy puddle.
He caught up to Tazman who was forced to stop by a high wall at the end of alley. The trio chuckled from the darkness, slowing as they neared.
Tazman huffed and spun decisively, placing a hand on Miltonâs shoulder. âTheyâve left us no choice,â he said. He stepped up to them. âTime out fellas.â They stopped. âCan you give us a moment?â
The blue-fur guy snorted something incomprehensible and cracked his knuckles. Thorny looked on with an uncompromising focus, water dripping down his cracked lips and heaving chest. He smirked and all his thorns flexed in a wave.
The muscle guy with the pipe flashed a set of fake, gold-plated teeth and stepped forward. Thornyâs hand shot out and pressed against his chest to halt him. âMake it quick, Freegu,â he said, humouring his victims.
Tazman
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