Gasolina befriends a bear
Danny and Cindy reached the car crash site and found the burning wreckage. They also saw the bodies of the people killed by the car. They were shocked and saddened by the sight but noticed something odd. Some of the bodies had strange markings on their skin, like tattoos or scars.
Cindy saw the gash on the man's head. He bled well. Blood covered his face. The pod hovered over the scene, unseen. The carnage was spectacular for what had been a single-car collision. People had lined up, neatly dressed in rows across the roadway. The tumbling Ford LTD ripped through their lines like a cannonball. Body parts were scattered. The survivors milled about. There was something off about them. It was not only the shock. That would set in on anyone involved in such a horrendous scene. They milled about and waited as if something out of view kept their attention. They acted like zombies in a terrible Hollywood movie.
"These people are possessed," Danny said.
"Thank you for the brilliant update, Mr. Obvious," Cindy replied, regretting her sarcasm immediately.
Cindy was the one who would investigate this scene further. Danny controlled the pod and would always keep her in his sight. She knew nothing could keep Danny from protecting her. At all costs, Danny would do anything to protect Cindy. He had before, and she knew if necessary, he would again. ROM agent was a dangerous profession. She knew it. He knew it as well.
Cindy gave Danny a hug from the back. Her breasts hung on his shoulders. He tilted his head back, and she planted a warm, wet kiss on his lips.
"I'll be right back, Honey. I love you." She said.
"Be careful, Sweetheart, and stay in view of the pod." He said.
Danny could see her reflection on the pod's view screen as she returned to the purification chamber.
Her hips rhythmically swayed in her form-fitting latex uniform. Then, she disappeared around the corner and entered the purification chamber.
The beam placed Cindy down near the crash site. Of course, she noticed the death and destruction. She had seen it from the pod. What caught her off guard was the smell. This crash scene smelled like BBQ. The crash victims all had the scent of lighter fluid. The cologne mixed sickly with the BBQ-pulled pork smell that filled the area. Zombies milling about while BBQ people sizzled on the side of the road. The old car had landed on its roof. The arms and legs of crash victims protruded from under the sedan. No one had survived that. Now, their limbs reached out like meatsticks. The auto still smoked, but the people were already well done.
"This is too crispy for me." Cindy thought to herself and looked around for her target.
A pile of hay caught her attention. The hay lay near the fence that bordered the road. She saw the man lying there. He was covered in hay with his forehead still dripping bloody goo. He lay prone, his upper body supported by hay. Cindy rushed to him and felt his pulse on one of the hanging arms. She recognized the man as one of her targets. She felt for his pulse. Luckily for her, he was only unconscious. He had overdone, it is all. The head trauma and running had been too much for him. She pushed away the arm of a crash victim from the back of his legs. The meat fell from the humorous like pulled pork. Cindy held back the nausea and concentrated on the task at hand.
Waving up at Danny, she gave him the signal. The target was acquired.
She could not see the pod; its active cloaking technology prohibited it. A shimmer now and then might be visible, but pod-cloaking technology was invisible for the most part.
She rolled Gasolina's man over and held him under his arms in a full nelson. She would not let go of him until they had reentered the purification chamber.
The beam gathered them up. The unconscious man and Cindy hovered over the gristly scene and disappeared into the belly of the pod.
Cindy heard the automated voice. "Remove your clothes and prepare for purification."
She usually disliked the all too intimate touch of the purification process on her body, but this time. Not this time. She had human flesh and greasy oil dripping from her fingertips. She rapidly stripped away her latex garment, then removed the soiled clothing of her unconscious guest.
The purification ray reached out, and her body began to tingle. The last of the offending oil was removed from her. It still seemed like magic, but she knew it was just a high-tech sterilizer. She stared down at the hapless man. It was always better for the man. Too bad he was totally out of it. He appeared to enjoy the cleaning as his body fluids rocketed from him and were vacuumed away by the pod's sterilizer.
Danny made his way back to the purification chamber. He knew Cindy could not carry the man she had rescued. Muscles, not brains; Cindy needed Danny right now for his muscles. He entered the room just in time to witness the ejaculate being vacuumed away.
"Hi, sweetie. What kind of plaything did you collect for yourself?" He said.
"Shu-tup!" Cindy said, doing her best Little Richard impression, and together they drug the now semi-conscious man from the chamber.
The man was safely tucked into the healing bed of the pod's infirmary. The two crewmen made their way back to the cockpit.
"Now, let's find Gasolina," Danny said.
"Over there," Cindy pointed.
The paramedics were wheeling the gurney to the ambulance. Gasolina's face stuck out from under the white sheet. Caked with now dry silage and barf, she was quite a sight.
"We can't do anything now. She's surrounded by so many witnesses. We'll have to wait." Danny said.
They sat in the pod's cockpit and watched the van take Gasolina away toward the hospital.
Gasolina woke up. She looked around the room and realized immediately she was in the hospital. Looking frantically to the left and right, she knew her man was not here with her. She was, however, surrounded by strangers. They immediately noticed that she was awake and started to calm and reassure her.
"You have been in a car accident, dear." A matronly older woman said.
"Don't you recognize us? We're your family, Giselle." A gray-haired man said to her.
Nobody had called her Giselle in a long time. She had not been addressed as Giselle since high school. This was getting to be strange.
"Where is he?" Gasolina said.
"Honey, I won't hide it from you. The hurt is going to happen whether we tell you now or later. Your man is dead. He was crushed under your car in the wreck. The paramedics could do nothing by the time they pulled him away from the wreckage." The woman said.
"Something is wrong here. These strangers think I've lost my memory, and they are pretending to be my family." She thought to herself.
She realized these people who claimed to be her friends and family were her enemies. Obviously, they wanted to harm her. Erasing her memories and identity was a good start. Gasolina felt a surge of anger as she realized the truth. She knew her man wasn't dead. At least he had not died in the crash. The last thing she had seen before falling into the coma had been her man running. He had run toward the fire of the car crash. She remembered it all now. The line of people, jumping from the car, her man running, and then nothing.
She had to get out of there. These people wanted to use her to their own ends. Gasolina never wanted to be Giselle again. She had to escape from this hospital before it was too late.
She felt drugs in her system. Her thought processes were blurred. Yet she knew who she was.
I'm in trouble.
These are not my people.
They want to erase me.
They want my magic.
Gasolina felt anger. Even with the drugs and her mind fog, she was angry. These people were stealing her soul. She felt it. She knew a real witch when she met one.
All she wanted was to find her family, children, and man.
Gasolina knew this feeling. It felt like she was on heroin. That's a place she never wanted to go again. She knew that soon she could have control again. This witch and her assistant didn't know how powerful Gasolina was when she got pissed off!
Gasolina decided to act fast. She pretended to succumb to the drug, falling deep under its spell. Her eyes closed, and she slowed her breathing. She was breathing in and breathing out at an even rate. The full breaths coming slowly made her appear fully asleep. The air reaching deep into her lungs helped her. Her mind was clearing rapidly. Her "family" decided it was safe to leave the room.
"She'll be out for hours." The man said.
"Let's get some BBQ. Hehehe." The older woman replied.
The man felt a little sick after her comment. He knew her taste in meat went far past the domesticated farm animal.
They walked out the door. The man turned, locked the door, and held out his arm to escort the old woman out of the hospital.
Gasolina heard the locking of the door. It reassured her that she was their prisoner, not their family. She sprang into action. Ripping off the wires that connected her to various machines from her head and chest. The adhesive tugged at her skin, and probably it would hurt later. Now she couldn’t feel a thing. Carefully, she pulled the IV from her arm. She didn't know for sure what they were giving her, but she was certain that she would be thinking clearly in a little while. She was on the first floor of the building. She could see a road and traffic passing by. The window, while locked, was not a barrier to her escape. Picking up the chair the man had sat on before. She pushed it hard at the window. There was a satisfying crash, and glass clinked onto the floor.
"There's no time like the present," Gasolina said to herself.
Daintily, she spread a bedsheet over the sill and hopped out the window. Instantly she regretted not looking for her shoes or some hospital slippers.
Her feet felt the glass shards dig in. The pain would come later. The drugs in her body were effective pain relief. She was numb, but she knew her feet were cut up, and now she was hallucinating.
She saw a bear. There was a large brown bear. He stood over 8 feet tall. The bear stood on the sidewalk wearing a hat and a scarf. The scarf said, "Free Hugs." This hallucination was at least becoming fun.
She ran to the bear and hugged him.
The bear reciprocated the hug. He smelled wonderful. Not like the bear she had seen at the zoo as a child. This bear was well-groomed.
"Lady, this bear can see you have a bare butt." The brown bear spoke out.
Gasolina had her talking bear! Well, maybe he wasn't her bear, but it spoke, and she heard it. It was not her mind imagining it.
"Ma'am, I noticed you leaving the hospital. Most people leave from the door. Is something wrong?" The bear said.
"I don't know what's happening to me. I was in a car accident and woke up in the hospital. People said they were my family, but I knew they weren't, and I just decided to escape." Gasolina said.
"Oh my, you must find some clothing soon. Even a bear knows a woman can't run around with a bare butt. You are in trouble. Come with me. I'll help you." The big brown bear said.
The bear took Gasolina's hand and tossed her up onto his shoulders. They ran across the street, dodging traffic. The bear ran through the honking horns and the flipping fingers, and they crossed the street.
The bear ran down an alleyway. Until he arrived at a dumpster. Pushing the dumpster aside, he mumbled.
Behind the dumpster sat a blue Indian Scout. The big motorcycle looked diminutive next to the bear. He handed her a helmet, and she put it on immediately.
He got on the bike, turned the key, and pressed the starter with his right index claw. The motorcycle roared to life.
"Grab my fur and hold on tight!" The bear roared as he revved up the Scout's engine and sped away from the alley.
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