CATaclysm

Chapter 21: Meet Martha and Victor

Victor: Well, well, well. Look who is finally up. Martha, our little slave trader is up!

Martha: Give him something to drink, he has been out for a couple of days and must be thirsty.

Charles soon found himself tied up to a chair in a dark room. The only light available was a ceiling light. It was hot, his shirt was soaked in sweat but he didn't have time for that. A massive headache greeted him as he opened his eyes.

Charles: Argh, where am I?

Victor: Here drink this, we got some questions for you.

Victor offered him some water and Charles started to drink it at an alarming rate. He had eventually chugged down the entire bottle.

Charles: *panting* W-What do you guys want?

A large woman emerged from the shadows, she had red hair just like Amy. Next to her was a skinny old fellow with a straw hat. Who were these strangers?

Martha: Listen here kid, I'm gonna give you one chance to explain yourself. What were you doing with those girls in the middle of dessert? Don't lie or Victor here will blast your head clean off.

Victor proceeded to pump his shotgun and aim it at Charles. Sweat rolls down his cheeks as he starts to explain his journey with Amy. Charles talks about how they found Magi and took her in as one of her and then did the same with Dulce. His life was on the line so he didn't have much choice but to spill everything.

Charles: ... and then our car overheated forcing us to walk. That is when you guys found us.

Martha: I see, your story matches there's. Fine, we believe you, however.

Maratha hand signaled to Victory giving him the cue to bring in Dulce and point his gun on her.

Charles: Dulce!

Dulce: Mr. Chars!

Martha: You forgot to mention that you had a catgirl in your group. And we HATE catgirls so now we must kill her.

Charles: She's just a kid! Don't you dare touch her!

Charles started to wobble in his chair trying his best to set himself free, but it was no use. The ropes were too tight. Dulce's eyes started to get watery and her ears bent down. She was shaking in fear.

Martha: You have a choice. You either let us kill this catgirl and we let go free or you take her place instead.

Charles: Damn it! Just let her go! She has done nothing wrong!

Martha: *shakes head* Nope, try again. That was not one of the options.

Thud. Charles had shaken the chair so much that it tilted to the side. His face was getting red, he couldn't make such a decision. "Can't decide? Oh well, Victor shoot them both." said Martha as she turned his back. Dulce was now in tears and this made something inside Charles snap. He got up, while still tied to the chair, and charged at Victor. He did his best to fight.

Charles: Dulce! Run! Runaway!

Martha: What the-

Victor: Why you little-

Victor shoved Charles against the wall and pointed the gun at him. Prepared to fire, he looks directly into his eyes.

Charles: What are you waiting for? Shoor already! Shoot me but please don't harm Dulce!

Martha: That's enough. I think he passed. Put the gun down.

Martha untied Charles and he ran across the room to hug Dulce. As it turns out, this was all a test. A test to see if his story was true. Martha then opened the door behind her and the rest of the girls came out.

Charles: What kind of sick joke is this? You people are crazy!

Martha: Sorry about that kid. We just had to double-check that your story was legit. We never planned on hurting any of you.

Victor: Yea, the shotgun isn't even loaded with bullets. See?

Martha: We just assumed that you were a slave trader or something. I mean what is one guy and four pretty girls doing in the middle of nowhere. It just didn't seem right you know?

Martha explained that this was the only way to make sure Charles was a decent guy, later then went on introducing themselves. It turns out that while Charles was knocked out they had taken care of the girls. They fed them and gave them a place to sleep.

Martha: Come now, you must be hungry. Dinner is almost ready?

Charles: Where the hell are we anyway.

Martha chuckles before opening the big red doors. There was light, food, and people. It all seemed like a world of excitement.

Martha: Welcome to... Las Vegas!