The movement. · 6:57am Jan 5th, 2012
"I want you to taste these" She said, revealing two full grown Californis grizzly bears. I was on the ground before it even clicked. I glanced upwards and wove my head to the left as a set of 2 inch death claws plunged downward at me. they grazed the side of my face. it hurt like hell. one of them was sitting on my left arm; i couldn't move. I felt around for the coat hanger she'd thrown to the floor just minutes ago. a careless move for an agent, i thought to myself. i twisted it around my wrist, forming a crude hook, and jabbed at the one on top of me. it rolled over, uttering primal groans of agony as blood dripped from its eyes. i slashed blindly to my left. I didn't break the fur, but it was enough. the bear shifted its weight and i was able to pry my arm free. still half naked, i grabbed the padlocked armani suitcase and i stumbled out the motel room door.
I swore silently to myself as i dashed toward the dimly lit lobby. she'd been one of them all along. an agent. the movement had warned me not to let down my guard, even for a minute. why hadn't i listened? a prositute, in the beat down slums of madrid? what was i thinking? her name...bertha...BEARtha...she'd been dangling it in front of my face the entire time, but i had been too horny to listen, or care for that matter.
I burst out the front door and ran down the street towards a departing bus. i didn't care where it was going; no human could outrun a grizzly bear on hoof. i heard screams behind me followed by roars and a horrible gnashing sound. i stuck my good arm between the closing doors, pried them open, and stepped on board. i threw a few coins at the flabbergasted bus driver and made my way to a seat, ignoring the similarly confused faces around me. I didn't matter to me. the honey was safe. That's all that mattered.
The movement. Was it in your bowels?
Yes, but then It spread to all over the street and on the bus and it was a mess and stuff and this is a compound sentence SPIDERESES.