Oh Give me the Wizard of Oz, Please!
"What was it about that roulette wheel? What is the significance of slots which are either red or blue? I see the polar ramifications of white at one end and black at the other, but what about the red and blue?"
These thoughts streamed through Derby's consciousness as he fell into a kind of unconsciousness. The pain of his broken arm and his swollen testicles from the direct blow of the spiked metal ball was so intense that he, more or less, blacked out. But he was able to watch these dream questions, scroll like a ticker tape in his brain.
"Man, I need to be writing some of this stuff down," his thoughts continued."This could be a movie. Am I hallucinating? Mice turning into marbles and then people? What is going on? Great material for a sequel to The Children of Zol. I wonder, will anyone read it?"
In a sort of half waking state and half dreaming, he noticed Jeninqua stirring next to him. He fell back into the questions in his unconscious consciousness. "So Jeninqua is the black marble, in the white slot. She's a Kung Fu fighter and one helluva sexy lady. The cutest little mouse you ever laid your eyes on too!"
He chuckled to himself at this little lapse into lightness of spirit.
"But wait, she's a white mouse!" Derby found himself caught up in a challenging math problem. His thoughts continued, "So is she the black marble or the white mouse? The white mouse swallowed the black marble. She can't be both marble and mouse? Or can she?"
He felt Jeninqua's hand softly nudge his which brought his awareness back to life. "Oh God," he thought. Let me sleep so I don't have to live through this Hell!"
Jeninqua's small thin dress was ripped and smudged. One of the shoulder straps was missing. She had a lot of blood in her hair and she looked bad. He could see bruises on her legs and arms. Her head was down so he wasn't able to see how bad her face was beat up. In spite of her condition, Derby noticed her body. She was practically naked. What was left of the tiny dress was no more than a fragment of a slip.
Her features were small but seemed perfectly balanced. "Who is this?," he heard himself ask himself as he looked at the damaged human who sat coughing and struggling with her breath next to him. He was worried that any touch would hurt her, but he turned so he could lift her chin with his left hand. He couldn't move his right arm at all. It seemed to dangle like a weighted object on his shoulder.
"Jeninqua. Can you hear me? Jeninqua. Hang in there. We'll get out of this somehow." As Derby quietly whispered these words to her, he felt the lurch of the limo thrust into a garage. He heard the heavy metal doors of a warehouse closing behind them and there were lots of voices, both men and women outside the vehicle.
Suddenly the agony of his aching shoulder from his broken arm was multiplied. A hand had grabbed his right arm, from outside the limo and pulled him out of the car as if he was a sack of potatoes. The intensity of the pain was so acute that he felt himself unable to control the nausea.
As he threw up on the legs and feet of the person who had grabbed him, he heard for the first time one of the voices of the Ninja. It was a woman's voice and it had an edge to it which was husky and raspy.
"You asshole!," she yelled. And before she had finished the o-l-e sound, she jammed her knee into Derby's sore groin area. She was able to use such power with the thrust that he was sure he felt his nuts in his mouth. He wasn't able to say a thing. Literally, he saw little dancing stars. There were popping circuits in his head and the lights seemed to be flashing. He could tell there was great activity around him and the limo. There must have been two dozen bodies, busy with preparations for him and Jeninqua, but the whole scene seemed to be on a spinning disk.
"I"m melting. I'm melting," is all he could think to himself before passing out.
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