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 145…Slither

May 22, 2017-I gulped at the sight of him. I gave my head a shake and remembered the advice that Simba had given me many years ago, during our first encounter with Hugo, he said, “Whatever you do, do not look him in the eye.” I blinked fast and tried to avoid eye contact. Rumour had it that Hugo’s eyes were mesmerizing, and I didn’t want to take a chance that they weren’t. After all, plenty of other animals had fallen under his spell by not heeding the warning and were led away to their untimely deaths.

“Hello SSSSSebassssstien,” he hissed.

He rocked his snake body back and forth and I could tell that he was positioning himself so that he could envelop me with his tail. If this happened he would quite literally either swallow me whole or squeeze me to death and then eat me. I did not want to experience either.

“We meet again,” I said disguising the fear in my voice. I took a few steps backward and released myself from the circle he had created around me.

“Yesssss! Where is SSSSSSimba?”

“I’m here. Don’t worry your hideous little face about it!” Simba sneered.

Hugo turned around and the sight of Simba made him smile.

“Now now, no need to be nassssssty. I’ve sssssimply come for sssssome help!” he hissed

“We don’t believe you,” Simba said. “Why should we, after everything you’ve done?”

Hugo chuckled, “Sssssso what? The passsst is in the passsst!”

I could tell that he was lying and by the look on Simba’s face, so could he.

“Tell us why you’re here,” I said. “Tell us why you’re here and we won’t harm you.”

“Now that’sssss funny! You harm me? Ssssay it issssn’t sssso!” he slithered.

“TELL US WHAT YOU WANT or I will not hesitate to tase you,” Simba said matter of factly. He was fearless and I admired his ability to stand his ground.

Hugo slithered around us again until we were both surrounded by his giant body. If he chose to squeeze us to death, there would be no escape.

“It’s my sssson, he’ssss misssssing,” Hugo hissed.

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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 142…Arch Nemesis

May 1, 2017-When I finally came to, Simba was standing over me with smelling salts.

“What happened?” I asked.

“You passed out when I told you I was part of the FBI,” Simba said. Reality came crashing back and all of the sudden my head throbbed. I’m sure it was from the fall, but it could’ve been from all of this new found information. Simba helped me to my feet, and I followed him to a giant control board with a screen so big that it took up an entire wall.

“Welcome to the control center. This is where we keep an eye on our most prominent enemies, our humans and…”

“And we watch hilarious cat videos!” A dog I had never seen before said.

“Shut up!” Simba said as he slapped him across the face, “That’s classified information.”

I raised an eyebrow at Simba and rolled my eyes. “Really? This is what you do as part of the FBI? You watch cat videos?”

“No of course not! We fight crime and protect the neighbourhood,” he said sternly.

“Well let me be the first to say that you’re doing a horrible job,” I said as I took out a nail file and began sharpening my nails.

Frankly, I was bored with the whole thing. So bored in fact that I didn’t even care to hear the story about how Simba and his gang of misfits were recruited or what they do to fight crime.

“I can assure you that if we had seen what was going to happen to the small human, we would have prevented it!” Simba said.

“So this giant screen isn’t a crystal ball?” I sneered. He was really starting to annoy me.

“No. It’s a tool that is all,” Simba said. “I brought you down here because I had no choice. If it were up to me, I would have kept this a secret until the end of time. You have no business knowing what we do.”

“Well, that’s funny because YOU made it my business!” I shouted. I lunged at him and tried to grab him by the throat. The dog I had never seen before jumped in to save Simba, and a siren went off.

“Warning, Warning, Breach of Premises!” It wailed, and I let go of Simba.

We stared at the screen in terror as the image grew larger. It was the only enemy that we had that was worse than the tall, thin woman…

It was Hugo.

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