Talk About Butterflies in Your Stomach
No sooner had Jeninqua made the River City comment than a horrendous force broke down the door to the suite. Shards and splinters ripped through the room and Derby laid face down (bare assed) on the pillow he had grabbed to serve as the fig leaf of Eden. He thought the hotel was engulfed in an earthquake or was under terrorist attack or some kind of other disaster. Whichever it was, poor Derb was shaking.
"Put these on." Derby wasn't in a state to focus on whose arms had picked him up or to even ask questions. The pants fit and he was glad for them. He looked over at the bed to see what had happened to the prostitute and he was mortified by the shocking transformation which had taken place. Jeninqua had changed into some kind of Exorcist model or something. Her pupils were glowing slits of energy which resembled the piercing eyes of a cat and claws extended from her fingers. Her hair was puffed up, exactly like a cat's tail and her fangs were exposed.
"Hssssschhhh, reaooooowwww," she squealed.
The arms which had rescued Derby now seemed attached to some supersonic streak of light and was facing the cat monster, while they both squared off on the bed. A knife flashed and Derby was barely able to stay focussed as the knife tore open Jeninqua's abdomen.
He fully expected to see blood rush out and probably other internal organs too but instead what exited from her mid section was translucent color. The light seemed to be butterflies released, though not on wing but on Tinkerbell like sparkling bells or little dancing reflective dust particles. The energy seemed to be an organized dance of light and it gathered in a space just outside of her abdominal area.
As Derby watched the display of light leave her body, for a fraction of a second the whole of the room seemed to be "sucked" inside of her. For a flash of a moment, the room lights were out and it could only be described as some sort of "black hole energy" that removed all the matter from the room which swooshed to the space previously occupied by Jeninqua. Then the dancing, reflective light show also seemed to follow the train of all that energy and then--PLOP. A white marble-like piece of shiny porcelain fell back on the bed and she was gone, along with the dancing butterflies of energy.
His mouth was open and Derby tried to say something but the man who seems to have been the superpower that tore down the door, covered our hero in pants and wielded the knife had sprung to his side. Just as Derby was about to hear himself ask "What is happening?," the man thrust a clinched fist into Derby's stomach. The force felt like a bullet or a speeding rocket and something hard catapulted out of his mouth which seemed to have chipped Derby's tooth on exiting.
Whatever it was ricocheted off walls and furniture before landing on the floor in the middle of the room.
"What the f...," Derby was able to finally choke out, holding his stomach, bent over in excruciating pain.
"Take these," said the man. "Keep them in this pouch. These are all that stands between you and the Polish Police. You're in grave danger."
Derby Joshua Clearwater Ripley looked down at what appeared to be two marbles. A white one and a black one. In his hands they felt heavy and warm.
"Is this a dream?," he wondered.
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