Seabass’ Diary…Day 149…Escape

June 19, 2017- “Quickly, there is no time!” Simba shouted as I scrunched my eyes together and waited for a second while they adjusted to the lack of light.

Simba’s chest heaved from the level of exertion we had just been through, “GO!” he yelled and pushed me down a sleek silver tunnel that was angled into a sharp drop. I hit the ground with a THUD and steadied myself at the bottom.

Simba followed right behind me, and when all of our feet hit the ground, he quickly gave orders.

“Help me push this! We need to barricade ourselves!” Simba commanded and started pushing a large wooden plank with all of his might. I got on the other end, and we covered the opening of the pipe we had just slid down.

“That was close. This should hold them!  Dog won’t fit, but if by chance Hugo decides to risk following us down the pipe, he won’t be able to slither back up. He’d be trapped until someone moved the pipe and who knows how long that would take.” Simba said.

I could sense a tiny bit of relief in his voice, but I was not relieved by any means. I was more afraid now than I had ever been. Something told me that we were not out of danger.

“Where are we?” I asked.

“We’re just at the end of the block…about four or five houses down from ours I think…in a basement,” he said.

“What?”

“We’re in somebody’s basement. It looks like they’re renovating and thankfully, it saved our lives,” Simba said.

“Whose house are we in?” I felt my breath shorten and my pulse quicken as I anticipated Simba’s answer.

“It was our only choice!” Simba said sternly, “I didn’t plan this!”

I swallowed hard and looked for an escape route. My voice caught in my throat when I realized that the only way out was up the staircase and through the central part of the house.

“Please tell me this isn’t her house,” I said and shuddered at the thought.

“It might very well be,” Simba said. “There is only one way to find out.”

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Seabass’ Diary…Day 148…Change of Direction

June 12, 2017-Dog had his arm around my throat, and I could feel the cool metal from the switchblade against my skin. It was now or never, and if I didn’t do this right, I would be in serious medical trouble.

I glanced over at Simba one more time and gave him a quick nod. I grabbed Dog’s forearm with both hands and clamped down on him with all of the force in my jaw! I bit down until I tasted blood.

“AHHHHHHHHH!” Dog screamed. He simultaneously dropped the blade and released me. Hugo turned around, his eyes were filled with fury, and he loomed over top of us.

“RUN!” I yelled to Simba, and we both started sprinting in the same direction.

I heard a loud THUMP and turned to look back; Hugo was slithering toward us with great speed, and I knew that it would be a matter of seconds before he caught up to us. Dog was seething with anger as he gave chase, I could hear his heavy breathing and see the blood dripping from the place that I had wounded him.

“Follow me!” Simba commanded, and he turned on his heels in the opposite direction.

I obeyed and glanced behind us again, Dog’s feet skidded under him as he tried to pivot directions. He lost his footing and slid on the grass for a few seconds before regaining his momentum.

“Please tell me you have a plan!” I laboured. My breath was short, and my heart was pumping hard.

Simba’s eyes darted from side to side, and I knew that he was looking for an escape route. Hugo was gaining on us, and I could almost feel the thunder of dog’s footsteps closing in on us.

“Quick, in here!” Simba gasped as he grabbed me by the collar and pulled me into darkness.

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Seabass’s Diary…Day 147…Plan B

June 5, 2017- We marched forward. Thoughts ran through my mind of how we were possibly going to escape this situation. I hope that Simba had a plan but I wasn’t going to leave my fate or his fate in anyone else’s hands.

I was angry with him. He knew better than to trust canines and here he was putting his trust in this Dog that I had never met, that I knew nothing about. Now we were pretty much hostages.

“I trussst that you’ve changed your mindsss in assssisssting me,” Hugo slithered.

“What choice do we have?” I challenged.

“HAHAHA! You’re right! There isssss no choice!”

“Your son isn’t really missing is he?” Simba stated. We both knew the answer to the question without Hugo confirming our suspicions.

“Sssson? What sssson?” Hugo laughed.

I felt sick to my stomach. I knew that there was something wrong with Hugo but I never imagined that he was willing to lie about having a son in order to trick us into coming with him.

I looked at Simba and he stared back at me. I knew what he was thinking and I was thinking the same thing; if you’re ever in a situation where someone is trying to abduct you, never, ever let them take you to the next location. If they get you to the next location, the chances of escaping and making it out alive greatly diminish.

As we followed Hugo out of the back gate and into the wooded area behind the prison, I decided it was time for a distraction.

 

Seabass’ Diary…Day 146…Betrayed

May 29, 2017-I felt the hairs prickle on the back of my neck. Everything about this felt like a trap, and I hope that Simba thought the same thing.

“You have a son?” Simba asked. He still held tight to his taser just in case he needed to use it.

“Yessss, he is five yearssss old,” Hugo hissed. His eyes shifted from side to side as he spoke and this simple act did nothing for my beefing up my confidence in what he was saying.

“What happened to him?” I asked. My voice didn’t sound like me, it sounded different, less authoritative and I knew that it was because my lungs felt as though they were in a vise.

“He went misssssing yessssterday, I looked for him everywhere but he wassssn’t where he normally issss, thisss isssss very worrissssome and I could ussssse your help locating him,” Hugo said.

I looked at Simba who looked at Dog who looked at me. I was trying my very best to communicate with the both of them through ESP but it clearly wasn’t working.

“Why should we help you? You’ve caused nothing but trouble for us and our friends in the past so why do you think we should listen to what you have to say?” Simba said.

“Becaussssse I’m a changed man,” Hugo slithered.

His eyes narrowed, and he flicked the end of his enormous body. It made a loud THUD on the ground.

“Let me prove it to you, come with me.” He turned his back to us, and I motioned for Simba and Dog to stay put.

Hugo looked back at us over his shoulder, “Well? What do you ssssssay? Are you coming or not?”

I took a deep breath and said, “Give us a minute, we need to discuss the plan of action if we’re going to help you.” At the very least I thought that me saying this would buy us some time.

“Very well, you have one minute to deccccide.”

“What are we going to do?” I heaved, “We can’t possibly go with him! You don’t trust him, do you? Please tell me you don’t trust him.”

Simba scratched behind his ear and paused for a moment, and before I knew what was happening, Dog pulled out a switchblade! What was going on? Had he betrayed us?

“You don’t have a choice…come with us,” Dog sneered, and he pressed the switchblade to my neck and marched us forward.

 

 

Seabass’ Diary…Day 144 …Fortune Favours the Bold

May 15, 2017- I felt like I was going to be sick to my stomach. Hugo just wasn’t any enemy; he was the most hated and most feared adversary that Simba and I had ever encountered.

Hugo was right up there with the tall, thin woman, Edgardo, and Vacuum (pronounced VA KOOM) when it came to listing our biggest fears. Well, I should mention that I am not afraid of Vacuum, Simba is. But I will readily admit that I am afraid of the other things.

We reached the top of the platform, and the elevator doors opened. We stepped out into the light and Simba gave us the signal. Dog and I would go around to the backyard and Simba would go around the front. This was a horrible plan in my opinion because the only thing Hugo hated more than us, was being cornered.

I was on high alert. My heart was racing, and my head was pounding, and I could hear the blood rush through my ears. I looked at Dog. He had no idea what we were in for if we lost this battle. We would have to ensure that this take-over went according to plan or we would pay for it dearly, possibly even with our lives.

I scanned the yard and motioned Dog to go to the West corner of the backyard while I took the East. I was thankful that he understood hand signals and I would have to ask him how he got wrapped up in this kind of life.

“SNAP.” I heard the breaking of a branch behind me and my breath caught in my throat. I slowly turned around and prayed that it was nothing. The reflection of the moon dripped over the image that enveloped me in its shadow; It was Hugo, and all I could see were his glistening white fangs.

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Seabass’ Diary…Day 143…Hugo

May 8, 2017-I stood there frozen. It was a horrible sight. Simba didn’t tear his eyes away from the monitor, and neither did I, we couldn’t.

“How did he…” I stammered, but the words wouldn’t connect.

“He’s out,” Simba whispered. “I can’t believe that they let him out.”

“Neither can I…not after all he’s done,” I said.

“Wait a minute, you mean to tell me that you two are afraid of this guy?” the dog who was manning the controls said with a smirk.

“It’s nothing to smirk at,” Simba said sternly as he looked at him with disdain, “You don’t know about Hugo.”

“Well, why doesn’t someone enlighten me then?” Dog said. I could see that he was becoming annoyed.

“We must deal with the breach first! There is no time to tell you right now, suit up!” “Sebastien put this on!” Simba said as he threw a bullet proof vest at me as well as a taser and helmet.

“Wait for a…”

“There is no time! PUT IT ON!” Simba shouted, and I did as he said, and so did Dog.

“We’ll have to confront him head on, be aware that he is armed and very dangerous,” Simba said.

“You two will go around the backyard, and I will swoop around the front. Hopefully, we can corner him before he knows what hit him!” Simba said as he pushed his taser into it’s older and tightened the chin strap on his helmet.

“It is time,” he said, and we stepped into the elevator.

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Seabass’ Diary…Day 140…Unsure

April 20, 2017- My guts churned as I realized the facts. The tall, thin woman missing from the group meant that she was still at large. I didn’t want to think about her on the loose, lurking around our neighbourhood, waiting for her next opportunity to cause chaos in our seemingly normal lives.

There were so many things I’d have to sort out; the new found power of Simba and what he was really capable of, getting Bernard back to his family, making sure that the prison was secured and not in imminent danger, among a laundry list of other things. I hated feeling this way; so unsure of what was to come and the feeling of not knowing who was really around me.

All of us except the small, stupid human were taken back to the prison in a police car. She was being taken to the hospital because of her injuries. The large, stupid human took Bernard back to Monty’s house where his family was waiting; I watched from the window of the prison as the large, stupid human explained the ordeal to Bernard’s parents. Thankfully they looked shocked and sympathetic and seemed happy that Bernard was safe.

“Sebastien, may I speak to you for a moment?” Simba asked. I half-heartedly turned around and expected a lecture.

“I’m glad we’re all safe, I’m glad that this didn’t turn out as a worst possible scenario,” he continued.

“I’m glad we’re back too,” I paused for a moment and wondered if I should say anything else. Before I got a chance Simba spoke, “There’s something I need to tell you.”

I gave him my full attention and sat in silence at the prospect of what he was about to say. I braced myself and held my breath.

“I’m not who you think I am.”

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