Adventures of Black Cat.

Part 13: Caught by an old gunslinger and recruiting the new captive

As Felicia tries to come down from the third fence over, her claws lose grip on the wood and she falls back-first into the large bushes that cushion her fall and dislodge the lap-top from her belt. Her momentum, then, sees her roll out of bushes as soon as she fell in. When she looks toward the patio door to see if anyone has noticed her, she sees what appears to be a matronly and butch nanny in conservative dress look shocked by her presence. Knowing that she may call the police, Felicia looks to scale the small shed to see if she can grapple up to a chimney. As she gets ready to climb the shed, she hears the sound of a click behind her. She then looks behind her and sees that same nanny-looking woman pointing a revolver at her a few feet away. Felicia, in slurred speech, says:

Felicia: I didn’t mean to alarm you miss. I am a vigilante who stops robberies in progress, I am just passing through and-

Nanny: SHUT IT! You aren’t fooling anyone with that uniform and that figure of yours. These backyards are not your playground.

Felicia: I don’t play, I have just doing my job to stop robberies because the police-

Nanny: I said shut it! And don’t even think about moving. I have enough sport shooting trophies to know that I can shoot you with accuracy if you run. *Felicia then falls down as she drifts into unconsciousness*

Nanny: Ha! Stupid superhero wannabes taking drugs to perform better. Pathetic. You won’t like what you feel when you wake up, sleeping beauty. My basement is the last place you want to be.

The presumed nanny is named Elizabeth Bates who was a state champion in handgun and rifle sport shooting in the 80’s. She is a bit overweight with short graying hair, long green dress, and white heels that fill out her matronly profile but obscure her achievements in sport. She kneels down next to Felicia and tries to take her belt off, but Felicia came prepared as she remembered to activate the security lock that only she can unlock with her clawed finger. Elizabeth gets frustrated and decides to leave the belt on until she is ready to be wake Felicia up. Elizabeth also has been preparing to bind anyone who trespasses as she takes out many bundles of nylon rope from the shed.

She then proceeds to put Felicia’s shins and thigs in a double leg binder and then ties her hands behind her back in a bowline tie. She then bundles Felicia into the garden wheelbarrow to transport her from the shed to the patio door from which she will unload her and slide her across the carpet by the rope tail towards the basement.

Back at Cathy’s garage, Javelynn is woken up a few hours later by a splash of water to her face. She finds herself looking at Cathy and Cassidy upside down as she hangs by from the top of the cell 5 feet from the ground. Her legs are bound in a mermaid tie and with her hands zip-tied behind her back in a cross-wrist position. She has been fully undressed with her uniform and javelins scattered across the cell floor.

Javelynn: *wakes up with blurry visions that eventually focus* Wa..where I am I? Felicia? Cut me down and fight you coward! Wait, who are you two? You did this? *squirms in the rope*

Cassie: You bet we did this. We thought we had re-captured the cat-bitch, but, somehow, she escaped and we got you instead.

Javelynn: Huh? Re-capture her? She was being held in a basement prison by you two? With what police force?

Cathy: This is my little private prison for thieves who are forced to do a loss prevention course if they want release. Felicia was our prisoner because she stole from our pet store.

Cassidy: You two will share a cell as well, but as for now, who are you and where do you think she was going?

Javelynn: I like throwing Javelins and my name starts with “L”, so figure it out. If you want to find the cat, untie me and and I can guide you to-

Cathy: NO! grabs Javelynn by her hair Nice try, but you, like the cat-bitch, are too dangerous to “help” us when untied. Give us a believable answer or we put you in a less comfortable position.

Javelynn: Well, us thieves know each other quite well, she was also nearly caught out by the same gas that put me to sleep, so I think she could have staggered over a few fences undetected. Also, couldn’t you two figure that yourselves? I mean, c’mon, I have just been in a battle, my memory is hazy, and I am in a mummy of bondage while you two wonder about the damn obvious.

Cathy: pushes her head away in disgust I still didn’t catch your name.

Javelynn: Don’t you two understand syllables or phonetics? I like to throw javelins, and my name is Lynn, put that together and you get “Javelynn” says in a mocking tone.

Cassie: Well, Javelynn, we won’t allow you to throw actual javelins anymore, but your combat skills are enough of a javelin in of itself. You will do what we assign you to do. Understood?

Javelynn: No, not understood, when I get loose you two are toast. I-

Javelynn is then cut off by Cathy who slips a fast dissolving capsule sedative into her mouth. Javelynn tries to spit it out, but she has already swallowed 90 percent of its contents. She tries to loosen her bindings, but within a few minutes her resistance fades and falls to sleep again.

2 hours later, Javelynn wakes up under her own power. She gets up from the floor of the cell and notices that the floor is now completely clean of all her gear that was strewn across it earlier. She also looks down at her legs and arms and notices that her uniform has been changed. She then looks into the small mirror above the sink and is shocked to see that everything except for her hair and face tattoo has been changed. They have dressed her in a tactical police uniform that fits like a catsuit with a bit of like armor around the shins, knees, arms, chest, and stomach.

In shock and anger, she shatters the mirror by punching it says to herself:

Javelynn: How dare those bitches do this! Making me do their dirty work?! *She then looks at the patch on her shoulder saying “New York State Police”* I toy with cops for a living, I am NOT going to be one of them! *She then side-kicks the door of her cell.*

Suddenly, the lights switch on and Cassie and her mom Cathy walk in. They are both in blue bodysuits and look as though they have come back from the gym or yoga class.

Cassie: Oh! Looking great. Feeling comfy in the new get up we put you in?

Javelynn: What is stopping me from ripping this uniform off, breaking through this cell, and smashing you both over the head with this chest armor thing?

Cathy: That is this: Pulls out a switch that makes a beeping noise on Javelynns ankle. She looks down to see that they put and ankle monitor on her that is now beeping and lights up in the color red

Javelynn: Is that…..an ankle monitor?

Cassidy: Give her a little taste of what it can do.

Cathy activates the ankle monitors defensive measures by tasing Javelynn. Javelynn reacts to this badly by dropping to the ground instantly in pain. Once falls to the ground, Cathy halts the tasing.

Cathy: Imagine getting tased like that for over 5 minutes. That is what you will receive if you try to take it off or if we decide to tase you if we think you are wandering too far.

Javelynn: Stop! Alright.. you got me. What do I need to do for you to take this off?

Cassidy: I don’t think we need to give you detailed instructions. You are assigned to find Felicia and bring her back here. You know what to do.

Cassidy then walks over to the circuit board, takes the cell keys from inside its door, and then frees Javelynn from her cell. Javelynn then approaches Cassie and looks down at her trying to convey an intimidating and imposing message to her through posturing and getting up close. This tense moment of silence is broken by the beeping on Javelynns ankle monitor. She then looks over to Cathy who smiles at her while holding the small remote which indicates leverage. Javelynn then marches out through the garage door and slams it shut.