JP - No More Undercover

Tzeitel did not recognize the number and was not in the mood for a telemarketer. She answered her phone. “Who the fuck are you?”

“Wow, not one for caring about someone trying to help, are you?” Drizzt groaned and banged a fist on the wall. “SHUT UP IN THERE!” Pinching the bridge of his nose, he made himself talk more calmly. “Are you Tzeitel? If so…I…I have some information for you that might help deal with a problem you have…”

“What information?” Tzeitel asked, still distracted by the damned bullet in her neck. She could hear what sounded like a muffled, pained scream. “What the hell is that?”

“Ugh…hold on.” Hiding the phone in his pocket, Drizzt went to the room Clonestone was in and literally broke the door from its hinges. “HEY! Get the fuck off her, you moron!” He headed for the bed, metal from everything starting to bend and groan loudly as his power took hold of it. The sight of blood seemed to be triggering him in a horrible way…

The woman was screaming behind the gag. Clonestone grunted. “Gimme a minute, I’m almost done.”

When Tzeitel heard that familiar voice she dropped her phone. Her face turned pale as she shook.

“Who is it, what did they say?” Frisk asked, picking up the dropped phone.

“I said to fucking get off of her, you sick idiot!” Drizzt could be heard yelling and there was a lot of loud scraping of metal as pipes broke free and slammed into Clonestone to get him off the poor woman. “Fuck this undercover shit! Fucking hell! Fuck you! God!” He reached for the woman, wanting to get her as far away as possible. “I won’t stand for this anymore!”

“Who’s that yelling?” Cody asked, staring at the phone. They could obviously hear everything going on and the scraping metal sounds made him flinch. “Ugh…that hurts!” He covered his ears.

Frisk did not like what she was hearing, Ami should not be hearing what sounded an awful lot like a sexual assault and Tzeitel was not looking well at all. “Get Ami out of here.” Frisk told Tzeitel. Tzeitel grabbed her little sister and went into the hallway.

“I’m not done!” Clonestone shrieked, and that voice broke Frisk into gooseflesh. But Frisk could tell that Canestone was not who called, but the man who sounded like he was going over the edge over being undercover. She waited for him to finish shouting.

The woman whimpered.

“I’ll show you done…” Drizzt growled and had metal wrap around Clonestone, pinning him to the nearest wall. He made some of the pipes bend into sharp points and aimed them at him. Looking to the woman, he untied her and took the gag out, picking her up. “I’ll get you out of here.”

“Don’t you like watermelon?” Clonestone asked, hardening his skin against the sharp pipes.

The woman wrapped her arms around Drizzt’s neck, crying into his shoulder.

Frisk grimly listened.

“I hate everything about you!” Drizzt held the woman close and headed for the door. “You’re not gonna hurt anyone else!” He made the pipes stab at Clonestone as he left the room. Grabbing his phone, he let the woman hold it. “Can you talk to them? They’ll be able to help you…”

It was going to take Clonestone a little while to break free.

“H-hello?” The woman sobbed into the phone.

“Hi, where are you calling from?” Frisk asked.

“Uhm…” The woman sniffled and gave the name of the motel and address.

Frisk was writing it down.

“I’m gonna drive us away from here so that…degenerate can’t follow us.” Drizzt said to the phone as he reached the car and gently got the woman into the passenger seat. “I’ll get us to…where would be a good place to stay around here to you?” He looked at the woman with concern.

The woman told him the name of another motel. She tried to cover herself with her arms.

“I can send someone there.” Frisk said.

Pulling off his jacket, Drizzt gave it to the woman to use. “Thanks…uh…who am I talking to anyway?” He asked as he started the car.

“I’m Frisk.” Frisk said. “Is anyone injured?”

The woman pulled on Drizzt’s jacket.

“The woman I just saved from that piece of…the degenerate.” Drizzt answered as he started to drive. “She’s…she’s bleeding a lot from…uh…” He blushed darkly and couldn’t look at the woman. “From a very personal place…”

“Vaginal tearing?” Frisk asked with a sigh. “We unfortunately have a lot of experience with that thanks to him… But she’ll be in good hands with us.”

The woman looked at the floor.

“Yeah, that…” Drizzt said and formed some metal into a sort of cover for the woman’s lower half. “We’ll meet you at the address. Thanks, again.” He hung up and threw the phone out a window. No chance he was letting anyone track them through it.

Frisk hung up. She went to give Tzeitel her phone back and form an extraction team.