Disclaimer: Characters and situations are all
from my imagination.
Warnings: Sex and love between
women
Feedback: Constructive criticism and feedback,
both welcomed at geonncannon@gmail.com
A Dog's Breakfast
by Geonn
http://www.geonncannon.com
Copyright © 2011 Geonn Cannon
Ari regained consciousness in an alley. She was naked, covered
with sweat, and her arms and legs were lined with small, almost
invisible cuts from running through the underbrush. They would fade
in time. Minor injuries like those rarely survived the
transformation. She pushed her hair out of her face and got onto
her hands and knees, mimicking the pose she'd held moments before
changing back. She didn't know what time it was. Blackouts were bad
like that. Ari used the wall to push herself up, leaning against
the brick as she tried to decide where she was. She didn't
recognize the street visible at the mouth of the alley.
"Lost."
Most people in her position, naked in an alley after a total
blackout with no memory of what she'd been doing all night, would
take it as an omen to stop drinking. Ari just found it irritating.
She didn't remember the circumstances that brought her to this
point, but that wasn't from any drink or drug. It was just a fact
of life for her. The main problem was that she was naked, too sore
to even attempt changing back into the wolf, and completely stumped
as to where her closest stash was.
Years ago, she had hidden bags of clothing throughout the city
for situations just like this. Some of them became moldy in the
weather, some of them disappeared when a homeless person found
them, and some just got torn open by wild animals looking for food.
For the most part, the stashes had saved her from countless
indecent exposure arrests. It had also saved her the trouble of
trying to find shelter, as she would have to now.
The alley had five doors. A few of them had faded named painted
on them, but the names were unfamiliar to her. Two of the doors
were locked when she tried the knob, but one of them opened at the
first pull. She stepped inside, eager to get indoors before someone
wandered by and saw a naked woman lurking in the darkness, and let
the door shut behind her. She risked turning on a light to get an
idea of her surroundings.
Just inside the back door was a small tiled room with hooks on
the walls for coats and hats. There was a closet to the right
filled with supplies like the familiar red and yellow condiment
squeeze bottles, piles of napkins, coffee filters, and other
detritus that would be expected in a diner's storeroom. Between the
door and the kitchen entrance were chest-high cubby holes with four
identical dresses hanging from them. They were sea-foam green with
white bordering the collar, sleeves and down the front row of
buttons.
Ari checked the sizes before she picked one of the dresses. She
hoped whoever the dress belonged to - Kirsten, according to the tag
still attached to the breast - didn't mind her borrowing it. She
stepped into the dress and pulled it up, shrugged into the sleeves
and did up the buttons. The Keds at the bottom of the cubby were a
little too big for her, but they were better than nothing. Once she
was clothed, she felt a little more human. She ran her fingers
through her hair and went into the kitchen in search of a
telephone.
When the barrel of the gun pushed through her hair, resting cold
against the base of her neck, the last piece of the puzzle fell
into place. She was still a bit sensitive to smell after her recent
transformation, but she had assumed the odd mélange in the
diner was due to countless cooks, waitresses, managers and
customers passing through the place all day. If she'd been more
awake she would have realized the scent was too strong to just be a
remnant.
"You picked a bad day to work late, princess."
"You're telling me," Ari mumbled.
The man had been standing on the other side of the door with his
back to the wall when she came through. She'd caught a glimpse of
him out of the corner of her eye, but it was too late to do
anything. Another man was on the other side of the counter, in the
customer area. There was an uncomfortable, post-apocalyptic feel to
being in a public place while it was closed. Ari had felt the same
thing in a supermarket, a library and the zoo. Being alone in
public was just strange.
She lifted both hands slowly, palms out. "I'm just passing
through here, guys. Same as you. No need for anyone here to be
enemies."
"Well, you ain't our friend." The man with the gun pushed her
forward.
The other man was looking out the front window, his back to the
hostage situation. He wore a black turtleneck and jeans, a
balaclava rolled up over his eyes to make him look Cro-Magnon. Ari
doubted they would give her their names, so she decided the man at
the window would be Laurel and the one holding the gun on her was
Hardy. He took the gun away from her head so she could move easier,
and he put his hand on her shoulder to shove her into a
booth.
Laurel glanced over and sneered before facing the street
again.
"Whatever you guys are going to do, I don't want any part of
it."
"Shut her up, will you?" Laurel growled.
Hardy held up a wad of cloth so that she could see it. Ari
didn't want to know where it had come from. "You want me to stuff
this in your mouth?"
The very thought made her gag. She shook her
head.
"Then stay quiet." Hardy walked away from her and joined Laurel
by the window.
Ari glanced toward the kitchen. There was a small chance that
she could make it, could escape before they caught up with her. But
on the small, tiny chance that they were able to catch up, she
decided to stay put. She still had no idea where she was, no clue
where her closest hidey-hole was. This diner was her best
opportunity to get a phone and call Dale to pick her up.
Hardy gestured at the street. "I told you, there's no one out
there."
"Yeah? Then where'd she come from?"
"I mean there's no cops."
Laurel moved away from the window and went to where Ari was
sitting. He aimed his gun at her. "Where did you come from? Huh?
We've been watching this street all night. Hell, we've been
watching this diner for days and you're never open this late. So
what are you doing here?"
Ari mentally worked through the pieces of what they knew and
came up with a suitable lie. "My boyfriend picked me up after work.
We went out for a bite to eat, and then we went back to his place.
He dropped me off here so I could call and get a ride
home."
"You don't spend the night with him?" Hardy said from across the
room.
Ari shrugged. "I get what I need. Why cuddle?"
Hardy laughed, but Laurel looked less than convinced.
"So how about you guys? Robbing a diner isn't exactly the Thomas
Crown Affair, you know. What are you gonna get, two hundred bucks?
Two fifty?"
"Just shut up and stay quiet," Laurel said.
Ari thought about mocking his orders, but the gun was deadly
serious. He walked back to the window and pulled Hardy back away
from the glass.
"Maybe it was just a stray mutt."
If Ari had still been in her canidae form, her ears
would have pricked up.
"I know a K-9 when I see it."
"It didn't even have a vest or nothing. It was just some stray
mutt. Will you calm down?"
Ari took a chance. "You guys talking about that dog out in the
alley?" Both men turned toward her, Laurel aiming his gun at her
head. She held her hands up. "Whoa, hey. Just making conversation.
Put down the bazooka."
"You saw the dog?"
"Yeah. Just some stray. It didn't even have a collar. It ran
when I tried to pet it, and police dogs are trained better than
that. I think you guys are okay."
Hardy nudged Laurel. "See? You think cops just let their dogs
run around free all night? You're being paranoid."
"Right." Ari started to slide out of the booth. "So, um, if you
guys are going to be leaving--"
"We're not going anywhere. Sit your ass back down." Ari dropped
back into the booth. "Even if it wasn't a police dog, you still
picked a bad time to come into work. We're gonna have to keep you
here for a while."
"Oh, come on."
"Sorry, toots. Can't take any risks tonight."
Toots? For a moment Ari considered the possibility that
she was actually asleep and some gangster movie from the forties
was seeping into her dream. She looked down at the waitress uniform
and discarded the idea. She would never have done this to herself.
She slumped against the back of the booth and looked out the front
window of the diner. If they weren't robbing the place, then they
were obviously using it as a base to wait for something. The
question was, what was it and how soon could she expect it to
happen?
But the real question was what they planned on doing with her
when it was all said and done. She glanced at Laurel, who hadn't
bothered to pull his mask into place. She doubted their plans
involved leaving her behind to identify them.
Some nights it just didn't pay to be bipedal.
#
"You cook?"
Ari had moved from the booth on Laurel's orders, forced to sit
with her back to the wall. From that angle, she could only see
empty sky through the windows. Sky that was slowly becoming
brighter. She had been staring at her shoes, trying to decide the
best way to disarm both men without getting hurt. She lifted her
head and frowned at Hardy, sure she'd misheard him.
"What?"
He gestured at the kitchen with his gun. "I know you're the
waitress, but you gotta know your way around the kitchen, right?
How's about cooking us up something?"
"You can't be serious."
Laurel was sitting on the floor underneath the main counter, a
position where he could see the front window but he wouldn't be
immediately visible from outside. "I'm a little parched myself.
Could sure use a burger."
Ari rolled her eyes. "Maybe a drink, too, if you're so
parched."
"Huh?"
"Nothing." She pushed herself up and brushed off the seat of her
borrowed dress. "I'll see what I can come up with." She went into
the kitchen and glanced at a menu as she went by. Evergreen Diner.
There had to be at least twenty-thousand places with that name in
the Pacific Northwest. The address gave a street name she only
vaguely recognized; she was on the north side of the city, a lot
farther from home than she would have thought. Hardy nudged her
shoulder to get her moving again.
Ari turned on a kitchen light and scanned what she had to work
with. The freezer was most likely behind that heavy metal door, she
assumed. She pulled up on the handle and opened it, smiling when a
burst of cold air washed out over her. Ariadne Willow, ace
investigator. No secrets are safe from my highly inquisitive
mind.
She found the frozen hamburger patties. They were basically a
blood-pink block of ice, and she considered whether they were
frozen enough to be useful as a weapon. Hardy followed her into the
freezer and she glanced at him over her shoulder. Her gaze dropped
to the gun and then she quickly looked away.
"I don't want you to hurt me. Please, I don't even want to get
involved. You guys are up to something, fine. I don't care. God
knows we all need to get money. Who am I to say you're getting it
the wrong way. Right? So let's just pretend this didn't happen.
Pretend I spent the night at my boyfriend's place and never saw
you. Can't-can't we just do that?"
Hardy shook his head. "We're not gonna hurt you, okay? Just stay
calm and don't bother us and you'll be fine. Nelson is smart, okay?
He knows he got nothing to gain by hurting you. So just, you know,
be quiet and stay still and he'll forget you're even
here."
Ari ducked her head and sobbed. "I'm just so
scared."
"Ah, cripes." He stepped into the freezer and put his hand in
her shoulders. "Look."
Ari swung her arm up and over his gun arm, pinching it tight
against her body. She grabbed his wrist and swung his hand into the
side of the metal shelf. It shuddered violently on impact, sending
down thousands of ice chips over them. Hardy didn't release the
gun, and his hand tightened in the material of her waitress
uniform. He tried to push her away, but his arm was still trapped
under hers. Ari dug her fingernails into the back of his hand, and
he dropped the gun with a shout.
"What the hell is going on back there?" Laurel was still at the
front of the diner, but she knew he would come back to check on
them if the noise continued. Unless he had a good excuse not
to.
"Stop him!" Ari shrieked. "Please, he's... he's hurting me..."
She made her voice break.
"Christ, Will, at least cover her mouth before you fuck her."
Ari rolled onto the balls of her feet and then threw her weight
back. She and William stumbled and hit the back wall of the
freezer. Boxes rained down on them and Ari bent at the waist. She
used Will as a human shield, letting the boxes hit him and bounce
harmlessly to the floor. He went limp, and Ari let him go. He
dropped to his knees, his wounded hand pressed to his head where
something apparently very heavy had fallen. Ari kicked him in the
head and he went sprawling.
"Stop, stop, please," Ari said. She dropped down next to him and
searched his pockets. No identification, nothing she could use
against him. She looked for something to tie him up with and came
up empty. She decided that there were other ways to eliminate him
as a threat; she peeled his turtleneck off and took it with her as
she retrieved his gun. Will was conscious enough that he
immediately curled into a ball to protect his newly-exposed skin as
Ari left the freezer.
She shut the freezer door quietly and examined the handle. There
was a small oval in the frame, and she peered inside to see there
was a way to lock it from the outside. Dangerous for anyone who
worked there, but perfect for her needs. She flipped the switch and
locked Will inside. Because she actually had a conscience, she
raised the temperature a few degrees so he wouldn't freeze to
death. She went to deal with Laurel, or Nelson as Will had
called--
Ari froze in place and her shoulders sagged.
She was being held hostage by fucking Willie and
Nelson.
She moved stealthily back to the front of the diner. Nelson was
out of sight, probably back under the counter. She couldn't sneak
up on him, so she had to try the next best thing.
"H-he said to... tell you it was your turn."
Silence from the other side of the counter. For a second, she
thought maybe he would decline. It would have elevated her opinion
of him a few - a very few - notches. But he sighed as he stood up,
rising from the other side of the counter like a nightmare. He was
silhouetted against the glass, the light from the kitchen falling
onto his back as he stretched his arms out to the side. He walked
around the counter, eyeing her the entire way.
"Sounded like you were a feisty one. I don't like that. I like
it when the girl knows she's getting treated right."
Ari forced herself to nod. "Okay."
"Say yes, sir."
Ari ground her teeth together. "Yes, sir."
He came closer and then furrowed his brow. He looked at her
dress and then looked into the kitchen. "Where's Will?" He turned
back to look at her just as she brought the coffee mug down on the
bridge of his nose.
He stumbled backwards, blood running down either side of his
bird-like nose. He cupped his hands over the wound, freeing her to
grab his gun. She swung her foot up and buried it between his legs,
which made him rise into the air before he crumpled into a ball on
the floor. In the kitchen, Will started banging on the freezer
door. She could hear him shouting, but she couldn't make out any
words. She looked down at her hand. A piece of the mug had sliced
her ring finger, and red blood stung as it seeped out of the wound.
She grabbed a napkin and applied pressure to the
wound.
"God, this has been a bad night."
"Bitch..."
Ari smiled. "You know me, huh? You have two choices. You can get
in the freezer with your friend, or I can see how far I can kick
your balls. I never played soccer, but I always thought I would be
really good at it. Your choice, Nelson."
"You're dead..."
Ari kicked him again and his shout turned into a pitiful
whimper. "You know, you move about two inches every time I kick
you. It's about ten feet to the cooler. That's a hundred and twenty
kicks. I think my foot could take it." Nelson rolled over and tried
to push himself to his feet. "Uh-uh. Crawl on your
belly."
"Oh, for--" She swung her foot back and he cringed. "Oh, God,
you sadistic bitch."
"Considering what you wanted to do with that thing, I have no
worries about treating it as badly as I want. Now crawl, asshole."
He started to crawl and Ari followed him. "So what the hell were
you two waiting on? Trying to snipe the really, really fresh
doughnuts in the morning?"
"I don't gotta talk to you."
She shrugged. She could live with not knowing.
They reached the freezer and Ari pounded on the door with the
butt of Nelson's gun. "Hey, butthead. I got your buddy here. I'm
going to open the door and send him in there. If you're not flat
against the opposite wall when I open the door, I'm going to kick
him in the balls. Then I'll send him in there anyway. You wanna be
the reason he got kicked in the balls right before he gets locked
in a room with you?"
Silence from the other side of the door. She unlocked it and
pulled the door open. Will was, as expected, pressed face-first
against the far wall. Ari put her foot on Nelson's ass and pushed
him over the threshold. His chest hit the ground and he skidded,
then twisted to pull his feet inside after him. He glared up at her
and she waved goodbye to him as she shut the freezer door on them
both.
The turquoise phone was hanging on the wall next to the kitchen
entrance. She smiled as she touched the curly cord, something she
thought had been left behind in the last millennium, and dialed a
number. "Hello, this is a concerned citizen. I just saw two
gentlemen break into the Evergreen Diner on Fitzgerald. They had
masks and guns. They might be locked in the freezer." She looked at
the cubby holes and smiled at the idea that formed in her mind. "My
name? Inigo Montoya."
She hung up and went to the cubbies. She took one of the other
waitress dresses off the hanger and carried it to the freezer.
"Will. I don't want you to freeze, so I brought you something to
wear. Back away from the door again." She unlocked the door and
opened it just wide enough to toss the dress in. She had locked the
door before Will slammed into it from the other
side.
"Oh, you bitch! I was gonna be nice to you! I felt sorry for
you."
"Shut up and put on your dress."
She went to the phone and dialed a second number. When she heard
the groggy voice on the other end, she sagged against the wall and
closed her eyes. The adrenaline that had been pumping through her
since the gun was pressed against the back of her head dissipated
in an instant, and her voice broke. She rested her head against the
wall, her voice trembling. "Dale, I wanna go home."
#
The sun had risen, but it was hiding out of sight behind some
buildings. Dale pulled up in front of the bus stop and climbed out
as Ari stood and walked toward her car. "Ari? What are you wearing?
What... are you okay?"
"I'm tired."
"Okay. Come on." Dale helped Ari to the car and let her stretch
out in the backseat. She went around to the front of the car and
got back behind the wheel. "There are a bunch of cops in front of a
diner down the street. Anything to do with what kept you out all
night?"
"Uh-huh."
"Are you hurt?"
"No."
"Good. Sit tight. I'll have you home soon."
Ari pillowed her hands under her head, drew her knees up, and
drifted off to the movement of the car.
#
"How much do you remember?"
Ari had changed into a white T-shirt and sweatpants, curling her
toes in the carpet of her living room. Dale had driven her home
instead of to the office, and she was grateful for the opportunity
to sleep most of the day in her own bed. It was late afternoon now,
and she felt almost human. She had showered, and now sat on the
couch with a cup of coffee cradled between her hands. "Nothing.
Most of yesterday is a blur. I think I spent too long as the
wolf."
Dale nodded. "I was worried about that. Shall I exposit?" Ari
gestured for her to take the floor. "Yesterday, a man came into our
office and asked us to do a little undercover work. His security
company had been hired to protect a Congresswoman's daughter while
she was in town. Apparently the Congresswoman made some speech,
someone else didn't like it, threats were made. The bodyguard was
worried about leaks about the company, other bodyguards selling
information and risking the girl's life. You went to check it out,
and the next time I heard from you was when you called for a
ride."
Ari rubbed her forehead and tried to remember. "I was at the
offices. I vaguely remember being myself there, going through some
files. But after that I must have been the wolf and had a blackout.
But then what? I just stumbled onto the robbery?"
"No, I don't think so. While you were sleeping, I called a
friend downtown."
"We have a friend downtown?"
Dale shrugged. "Anyway, the guys who were arrested at that diner
worked for the same security company that hired us. And it turns
out the Congresswoman's daughter goes there every morning for
breakfast. Once she's inside, the security stays by the door. No
one could get past them. But if the killers were already inside,
they had a better chance of getting to her before the bodyguards
knew what was coming."
Ari raised an eyebrow. "I must have followed
them."
"That's what I'm thinking. Followed them, and took care of the
situation in grand Ariadne style. Even though you didn't remember
you were chasing them."
"I could have gotten seriously hurt walking into the room like
that."
Dale nodded. "I wasn't going to bring that up. I don't like
thinking about it that way. You took 'em out, and that's all that
matters."
"Yeah." She stood up and leaned over the coffee table to kiss
Dale between the eyebrows. "I'm really glad you were there. If I
hadn't had someone to call, or known there was someone to come get
me, I might have broken down a little. Thanks for waiting up for
me."
"Sure, Ari." She stood up. "I think I'll head over to the office
and call the client. Tell him the case is officially closed. Maybe
he'll have a check ready."
Ari brightened. "Maybe a nice big check from the
government?"
"Sorry. He hired us on his own. Independent security company
contractor. Probably not the gold mine client we've been waiting
for."
"Drat. Well, one of these days."
"Yeah." Dale snickered. "Bye, Ari."
"Goodnight, Dale."
Dale went to the door, but she turned back at the last moment.
"Hey, Ari. That waitress uniform they found you in?"
"Yeah?"
"Keep it. Could come in handy if you're ever dating someone
who's into role play."
Ari grinned. "I looked good, huh?"
Dale howled and patted her hand over her heart as she walked to
the door. She waved over her shoulder as she left the
apartment.
Ari stretched out on the couch, legs stretched out and feet
crossed at the ankles. From this position she could look out the
sliding glass door, over the balcony railing to the bright blue sky
hanging over the city. She let her eyes drift shut. Bad guys
thwarted, a case closed, hopefully a check in the
mail.
All in all, a pretty good day.