Don't Leave Me Behind

Thirteen

After as long of a swim as he could stand–which not only helped raise his Salt levels and therefore dispel some of his dizziness, not to mention allowed him to retrieve his knife–Bobby headed back up to his Beach house with the Merfolk. He was still cooking up ideas about what he could do to this Caspian guy that’d be pure torture, but wouldn’t kill him right off the bat. Damn near being killed over something so stupid and having to be turned–even temporarily–in order to survive didn’t exactly sit well with him, and it was just making him meaner than normal.

        However, food was a must almost as soon as the quartet got back inside, ’cuz he knew not eating in so long was no doubt the main cause of his dizziness. Luckily for him, Tríton’s Power’d kept the bastard pinned to the arm chair he was sitting in, even from a distance, so Bret and Rikki were able to rustle up breakfast while they were swimming without being left in Danger.

        “Fuck, I don’t think food’s ever tasted so good to me,” the bassist groaned as he dove in.

        “Hey, after not eating for two Days, I think we’d be saying the same thing,” the taller blonde chuckled. “Well, I would since we’ve already established that Bret can’t really get away with that.”

        “Not unless I wanna wind up in the hospital again,” Bret said. “And I’d really rather not–I hate feeling so weak and disoriented, not to mention being used as a pin cushion!”

        “Question is–what’re ya gonna do about that asshole?” Rikki asked curiously.

        That made the sadistic grin from earlier Return to his face. “Oh, don’t worry about that–I’ve a few ideas already, and I still say to join the fray, if ya wanna.”

        “Shit, this is gonna be good,” the shorter blonde chuckled.

        “When Bobby says something like that, it means whatever he’s got in mind’s downright diabolical,” the drummer explained when the Merfolk looked confused.

        “I never give away my Secrets before I do something,” Bobby snickered with a grin. “Keeps me from getting told, No, ya can’t do that! all the Time.”

        “Now you’ve really got me curious about whatcha could have cooked up,” Rina giggled, hugging him from behind as he sat on a bar stool.

        “Eh, ya and your parents might not wanna watch one of my ideas–might hit a little too close to home for ya,” the bassist admitted. “Then again, maybe ya will, ’cuz it’ll give ya a torture method to use on any other Merfolk stupid enough to earn such a punishment.”

        “Oh, yeah–whatever he’s thinking really is downright diabolical!” Bret laughed.

        Once the humans’d finished their breakfast since the Royal Merfolk’d hunted a bit while out in the Cove, they decided it was Time to get the torture underway. The bassist simply stood back, sharpening one of his other knives that wasn’t serrated as he watched his friends have fun beating the utter shit outta Caspian. Neither of them could resist letting out their full-on brawler sides, and by the Time they were done with him, none of them were sure he coulda been identified based on a picture.

        It was then that Bobby decided it was Time to put his own idea to good use, starting with stabbing the younger Merman in as many non-lethal places as he could manage. While he wasn’t any kinda medical professional by any means, his mother’d worked in the Healthcare industry when he was a kid, so he’d learned a lot from her that came in handy now.

        By the Time he decided he was bored with using him as a pin cushion with an extremely oversize pin, the bassist’s grin somehow turned even more sadistic than it already was. Poor Caspian looked like he coulda shit himself when he managed to see that expression through eyes that were nearly swollen shut, and that just made it all the better for the youngest man in the room. However, his idea might be a little too complicated, if it could even be done at all since he didn’t exactly know much about Merfolk at the moment. After all, it’d involve getting the bastard to shift, and the only way they might be able to do that could very well be to drag him out to the Cove since throwing him in a Saltwater bath wasn’t necessarily guaranteed to work.