It's an Ultra-Violence World Afterall

Dancing with the Devil

If only I hadn't gone out with my droogs that first night Alex and I had officially met, if only I hadn't tolchocked Alex's droog around the next day at skolliwoll, if only I had accepted Gemma's invite to the Moloko Mesto, maybe I wouldn't be in this mess. Maybe I wouldn't have peaked Alex's interessovat. Maybe Gemma wouldn't be at Alex's mercy. Why did the veck have to take Gemma? Why couldn't Alex just leave me alone? Why, why, why?

"Why?" I creech aloud before I can stop myself.

I'm huff-huff-huffing and puff-puff-puffing now as I force my nogas to run as fast as they possibly can down the side of the road. It's late, so I am basically alone, accompanied solely by the luna shining so resplendently above me, illuminating my path.  The nochy is eerily quiet; no cars yeckating by; no crickets chirp, chirp, chirping. It was if the Earth itself was holding its breath in anticipation.  

The outline of the building came into my view. Mentally, I tell Gemma to hold on; I wasn't far now. Those final minootas it look me to make it inside the theater felt like an eternity. Although I knew I was running as fast as I could, the world around Your Humble Narrator seemed to be moving in slow motion. It seemed the faster I went, the further Gemma got from me. 

Finally, I made it to the door of the theater, only to find it locked with no zvonock in sight. Frustrated, I clopped on the door real gromky. There was no immediate answer. I clopped on the door again, and again, and again. After the third clop, it opened at last.

"I slooshied you the first time," Alex greeted me, a mischievous grin plastered across his litso. 

I tolchocked past him, "where is she?"

"Skipping the foreplay?" he asked, completely ignoring the question.

"Cut the cal, Alex, just show me where she is."

"Oh, don't worry, my droogs are keeping her company."

"Right, right, right, but you have what you want now, so you can let her go."

"I could've let her go after our phone call, too. I could've just left her alone to begin with, but you just had to play hard to get."

"This isn't a eegra, Alex."

"Isn't it though?"

I didn't have raz for this. If the veck wasn't going to tell me where Gemma was, Your Humble Narrator was going to find her herself. I took off running--horning Gemma's name as I did thus--well aware that Alex had taken to running after me. Though I was fast, the veck was faster. He easily sped by me and stopped to turn and look at me. Before I could stop myself, I slammed right into his open rookers. 

"Let me go! Let me go!" I creeched.

"Hey, hey, hey, quit your squirming now. I'm going to take you to your droog. That was the deal, you for her."

I stopped squirming to turn to smot, look that is, into his glazzballs, "no more eegras?"

"No more eegras," he repeated, taking hold of my wrist.

I attempted to pull away, but his grip was too strong. And, so, I let him privodeet me forward.  

The starry theater was a bolshy labyrinth, filled with many twists and turns, plus all of the damn doors viddied the same. There was no way I could find Gemma in this mesto without the help of Alex. He and his droogs must hang out here a lot, I concluded; that's why he knew the mesto so well. 

The mesto was as tall as it was long, and soon I found myself standing at the top of a narrow, winding staircase.

"After you," Alex says, letting go of my wrist to gesture towards the stairs.

"You're not going to tolchok me down them, are you?" I ask.

He rolls his glazzies, "where's the fun in oobivating you so quickly?" When I don't respond he continues, "viddy, if you're that poogly, I'll hold your rooker on the way down."

His own fingers snake their way between mine before he even finished his sentence. Part of me is tempted to pull my rooker away and storm down the stairs, but the other part of me knows that the action will get me nowhere. So, I march forward, his rooker tightening around mine as I begin to descend. Posthaste I realize that the stairwell is not lit.

"It's dark," I say.

"Don't worry, I'm not going to let you fall," his words reverberate around the corridor. 

He doesn't want to hurt me, I suddenly realize, not yet anyway. No, no, no, the veck wanted me alive and unscathed for some reason unbeknownst to Your Humble Narrator. 

"Is Gemma really down here?" I ask.

"Have some faith, Kali," he replies.

I shudder as my name rolls off his forked yahzick. Then, out of surprise, I shudder again. 

"Cold?" he guffs.

He knows I'm not cold. In fact, its so hot in here that beads sweat is beginning to form above my brow. A droplet breaks loose, trickling down my listo, coming to rest just above my rot. With my free hand, I wipe it away. How fitting that I felt hot as hell, considering I had just made a deal with the devil. Bog was punishing me. 

Finally, my nogas reach the bottom of the staircase. Despite how long I've been immersed in darkness, my glazzies have not adjusted and I can't smot a  thing, so I stretch out my free rooker to feel around. My rooker makes contact with the wall. 

"There's nothing here," I say.

"Relax, there's a door," he replies, "I just have to unlock it."

He finishes speaking, but makes no move to unlock the door. He's in control and he knows it.

"Well? What are you waiting for?" I demand.

It's dark, but I know he's smiling when he says, "I want something in return."

For a minoota I don't respond. Whatever he was about to ask for couldn't be good. My tick-tocker speeds up as I respond, "Fine, whatever. Name your price."

"Hmm, hmm, hmm," he hums as if he didn't already have something in rassoodock, "how about a kiss."

My rot drops, "are you serious?"

"Dead serious," he replies.

"No," I almost creech; i'm so angry I'm shaking.

"No?" he echoes, "okay. Let's turn around then."

He begins to pull me back towards the stairs, towards my freedom. I could let him take me away from here; maybe I should let him, but I cannot allow Gemma to waste away down here, especially because she wouldn't be down here in the first place if it hadn't been for me. I need to gain control of the situation somehow. 

"Wait, wait, wait," I creech. He stops, "please just let Gemma go."

He lets out a real horrorshow smeck, "I'm willing to if you pay up."

"You said no more eegras!" 

I'm stalling as a plan forms in my rassoodock. It's a gloopy plan, but it's the only odin I've got. I need to be in control. 

"This isn't an eegra; this is an exchange. Gemma will be fine.I tell my droogs not to hurt her. When you're ready to collect her, well, you'll know where to-"

I cut him off by slamming my goobers onto his. He smiles into the kiss, and before I can pull away odin of his rookers entangles itself in my glory and pushes into my gulliver, forcing me maintain contact. When struggling doesn't free me, I do the only thing I can think to do; I bite down on Alex's goober--hard. The metallic taste of krovvy coats my yahzick, but action has the desired result: Alex pulls away. I am in control. 

"Damn, kisa, you like it rough," he runs his yahzick over his wound before saying, "A deal's a deal; let's go say hi to Gemma."