𝗕𝗲𝗮𝗻𝗼 Shorts

♔ DtM x OC - 7

RILEY

I could hardly believe it when Dennis pulled out a book and started to cut away the bars. The laser made quick work of the metal and as soon as he was out he tripped and stumbled towards me. He crouched down next to me to cut through the skipping rope that bound my wrists. I held my breath as the heat of the laser scorched my skin, but it was only a second and then I was free.

My first priority was the gag. I pulled at it, but it was too tight to stretch and pull over my head, so my fingers scrabbled at the right knot at the back. I made a disgusted face as the socks rubbed against my tongue again, the taste (akin to cardboard) filling my mouth.

"Let me," Dennis said quietly, turning my head with one hand so he could see the back. He quickly unknotted them and I immediately spat them out, dragging my nails across my tongue to get rid of the lint.

"Thank you," I whispered, slight awe mixed into my voice. "What is that thing?

"Cookbook with built-in laser tin opener," he explained, incredibly calm for such a situation. "Come on."

He approached the dome and pointed the laser at it, cutting a door. Finally, the two villains noticed the buzzing and turned around. Their faces were priceless.

"H-how did you escape?" Baby-Face spluttered furiously.

Dennis smirked and stepped aside as his door fell outwards. "I never thought I'd say it," he said casually, "but these cookery books with built-in laser in openers really are useful!"

Baby-Face snarled. "Curses!"

"Foiled, by my own invention!" Wretch wailed.

"Now stop this thing," Dennis commanded, "or I'll laser Wretch into little Wretchy pieces!"

Baby-Face sneered. "See if I care - he's approaching his usable lifetime, anyway!" He glanced back at the controls and smirked in triumph. "Almost," he said. Then he abandoned the controls.

"Riley!" Dennis shouted, throwing the book to me. I caught it in one hand after a little fumbling, and gestured the two men out of the dome while Dennis jumped into the seat and tried to man the controls. "How does this thing work?" He shouted.

"Now I'll watch you trample your friends!" Baby-Face cackled as the mall rolled and lurched around while Dennis desperately tried to find the right buttons.

"But I can't steer this thing!" He panicked, jerking a gear stick backwards. The mall lurched to a stop, one foot poised to squash the first house on the edge of town. "Aha! I think I've got the hang of this..."

He pulled the stick all the way back and the mall retreated up the hill slowly.

"Right, lets put this mall down gently."

Dennis pressed a button labelled 'anchor' and the mall's legs dug into the ground, and then the whole mall started to sink down until it rested firmly on the hill.