Ella & Vlad at the end

# 9 - if a 6 becomes a 9

Scanning an empty bathroom the red capped man eases past it. Nearing the last bedroom keeps his firearm pointed that way. Glancing back he motions the second male to move forward.

Nodding in reply the second man creeps to the bathroom door.

Slowly the red, capped man advances inspecting what can be seen of the last bedroom.

Nothing seen he takes a deep steadying breath before lunging in to view the whole room.

Anticipating a grizzly sight and wolf sighting the man hops forward. The gun barrel follows his sight scanning the room for trouble. Confused he comes to a complete stand still observing a corner sight.

"Hello," out of breath Ella tries to play it coolly waving to the man, "something wrong?" The sheer flowered curtain is wrapped tightly around her torso. She hopes the man doesn't think much of the piles of hair all over the bed.

"Ah, hello." Slowly, the capped man grins slyly, giving her a greasy look over, "We're hunting a wolf." Carelessly he uses the gun barrel as a pointer, "We saw a paw print leading here." The greasy grin fades when he notices her hairy legs, arms and fuzzy shoulders.

Overhearing them the second male notes a softer voice, "who is it?" Already walking towards them he wasn't waiting for a reply, "Louie? Was that them making all those noises, just a moment ago?"

"I think so Bret," Louie replies before asking her, "was that you?" Despite the hair he's thinking about taking advantage of her cornered and alone.

"I'm sorry?" She evaluates the situation at hand. "Me? What?" Unable to read minds she can see ill intentions in his eyes. His diseased face, scraggly potbellied appearance and the mere idea disgust her.

Getting closer and allowing Bret into the room Louie steps in front of the window, "was that you making all that racket? Sounded like an animal tearing something up in here." He winks to his partner entering the doorway, "while everyone's out searching we found us a little cutie here."

"What?" Resting the long-gun on the shoulder Bret checks her out, "a lil' cutie for sure." He finds her maturing face pretty, noticing the body hair he quips, "but hairier than you Louie. Sorry lady."

Annoyed and hurt Ella plays nice but is ready to put them down, "hey fresh razors are rare, so why bother. Hello, Bret is it?" Observing their stances she contemplates possible actions to take.

Smiling from Bret's comment Louie keeps pointing with the rifle, "yeah but maybe she's willing to take care of a couple working stiffies?" He deeply chuckles glancing back to gauge Bret's thoughts.

A moment hoped for and taken advantage of, Ella springs forward. As Louie points the gun barrel at the bed Ella seizes control of the barrel. Swiftly she swings the barrel under Louie's jaw. With her other hand grasps and holds his trigger hand in place. Forcing Louie's finger on the trigger.

As Louie's eyes go wide in awe Bret throws up a hand, "whoa!" Seeing Ella watching both of them Bret glimpses Louie's pant leg darken from the crotch down, "easy lady. Don't shoot him over being a crude bastard."

Trembling and peeing in place Louie pleads. "please lady, I was only joking around. I wouldn't really." Trying to give up the gun he's under her grip.

She keeps close to him speaking sternly, "this seasoned girl can easily spot lying assholes like you." She forces him to turn, "Bret be a sweetie and put your gun down. I'm sure Louie wouldn't want his abusive narrow mind all over the ceiling."

Like a plea Louie's whining gets Bret to reluctantly comply, "Alright lady don't shoot him." Leaning the gun against the wall behind he pleas, "please don't shoot me either. I, we both have women and children to look out for."