------------------------------------------------------------------------ WOMBAT: Aaron Bugs Out Newsgroups: alt.devilbunnies From: adm4@po.cwru.edu (Aaron Mandelbaum) Message-ID: Date: Tue, 25 Apr 1995 03:22:58 GMT Organization: CWRU "'Skyuze me, I gotta take the plane." Aaron tossed the WOMBAT pilot out of the piper cub and tirned to address the troops in the back. JDBs... [shudder] "OUT!!!!!" The kids stared at him. Aaron took out his dart gun and shot one. "Out." Well, they were already out, so he tossed out the unconscious body after them and shut the door. "You're gonna miss the warren, Aaron," one of the regular troops said, running up. "Warren? I thought we were heading back to HQ!" "Nah, Bryce wants to toast a warren." "Military? Conversion?" "Just civilian, lots of kits." The WOMBAT licked his lips. Aaron grinned. "Great! Damn, I wish I could come. I'll see you back in Denver, then." "Whatever." Aaron turned the key and started down the runway (field). He *had* to get back to HQ before the others. * * * [twenty hours and ten frightened gas-station attendents later] The scene: a peaceful field, the morning dew evaporating in the rising sun, the nearby mountains shrouded in mist, a pair of bunnies nibbling on grass. Suddenly, a loud growling sound startles them, and they look to the air, as a small plane divebombs a Taco Bell. To their surprise, it doesn't explode in flames. "Why didn't it blow up, daddy?" the smaller bunny (devilbunny, that is) asks. "Must be out of fuel. Come with me, son, we need to act frightened." The two bunnies bolt from the crash site. The engine coughed and died as Aaron parked it in the WOMBAT hangar. Aaron wondered where Bryce had stolen the planes... not that it mattered. Nothing mattered. Now where did that come from? Aaron chuckled. He was a sucker for a corny line, even in his thoughts, apparently. Business, though. Aaron heads for the lab. The door was open. Someone was here. Aaron took out his gun and swapped in the curare... or rather, noticed that the curare was already in. Oops. That meant he'd killed... five people on the trip. Oh, and that JDB. Shit. That was bound to leave a trail, not that anyone could find him here. And Bryce probably wouldn't take him offing the troops well. So fuck 'im. But who was in the lab? Aaron put his back to the wall and slowly made his way down the hall. Nothing, no sound. Maybe they were gone. Aaron whirled into the room and looked for a target. Something small and furry leaped at him. The bunny! It was loose! He turned to fire, and felt himself flying through the air.... he slammed into a table, the dart gun shooting out of his suddenly loose grip and shattering against the wall. Aaron collapsed to the ground, gasping for breath... Furry things, crawling all over him... dragging him, pricking him with little claws, tickling him while he struggled against the ropes... ropes? He opened his eyes. He could breath again, but he was tied down. The bunnies! They had him! "Aaaaargh!" Somehow, his primal scream failed to give him the superhuman strength to break the... duct tape. The bastards! Tying him up with his own duct tape! Was nothing sacred? "Hello, Aaron," the bunny said. Aaron snarled and turned to face his captor. It was a squirrel. A specific squirrel. Sylvie, in fact. The other fifty bunnies were also squirrels. Oh, shit. The bunnies, at least, would have killed him, or at worst converted him. Sylvie would talk him to death. But the other WOMBATs were coming back! He'd be saved! "Let's get him to the truck, before the other WOMBATs get back." Shit. Aaron screamed and struggled, but the squirrels carried him up the stairs, out the door and to a volkswagon minivan and shoved him in the back, then piled in after him. Sylvie ran to the front and said something to the driver, who pulled out onto the highway. "Let me out! Where are you taking me?!!?!" Sylvie looked at him, and sighed. "Where you can get help, Aaron. You're sick. You need to be cured." "I don't need your help! And I'm not crazy!" But she ignored him. The other squirrels had already been ignoring him. He chittered every insult he'd picked up from Sylvie on their cross-country trip, but aside from a few bristles there was no reaction. He was doomed!!!!! -- Aaron Mandelbaum (doomed as doomed can be, you know) ------------------------------------------------------------------------ Usenet Web 1.0.3 (development) / webmaster@netimages.com