JP - Clonestone's Art

“We can’t let her-”

A horribly cruel giggle could be heard along with a thud as the guard fell to the floor. “Oopsie!” Coral said with a smirk before opening the door and grinning at Clonestone. “I mean, ya can try me, but since I don’t have a collar, you’ll never catch me. Want out of here Cloney Stoney?”

“Yes.” Clonestone said, eager to get out of here and be able to hunt freely. He grabbed Bella’s food, medication and biscuits. And the fob off the guard. He hit the button to make the collar unlock.

Bella slowly got up and started to follow Clonestone.

“Uh, bro, she good enough to run out of this place?” Coral asked, pointing to the pup. “I’ve killed a few guards already, so we better get moving before they realize what’s going on, bub.”

“I’m not leaving her behind, she has already been abused.” Clonestone put Bella’s stuff in a bag, then gently cradled Bella in her arms. “Let’s go.”

Coral raised an eyebrow, shocked at his behavior. "Just keep her safe." She told him before becoming mostly water and leading him out through the hidden stairwell she often used to sneak around. "C'mon," She whispered as she held the door open and looked back.

Bella let out a soft whimper and nuzzled into Clonestone like the puppy she was.

Clonestone did not see Bella as human. If he ever did he would probably shave her, tie her down, cut off her ears and tail like his original did to that silver-haired girl, close his eyes and pretend she was Tzeitel. Bella was safer being seen as a dog, a pet. He gently held Bella close to his chest as he followed Coral. “Soon as you’re better I’m going to take you to a park, a real park to play fetch. Women love men that have dogs, it really lowers their guard.” In case anyone has forgotten that Clonestone is a predator.

Coral rolled her eyes. "I wonder if the same works on men…" She pondered aloud as they stepped outside. If she could torture again, like they used to let her when she first woke up here, she would be happy. "There's a boat."

“Men like boobs and vulnerability. And don’t talk so much, you’ve already talked too much.” Clonestone said. He took a deep breath of the free air. “Where’s the boat?”

Coral pointed to the boat and held up a key with a smirk. “I’ll talk all I want, Cloney,” She retorted and splashed her way onto the boat.

Clonestone carried Bella onto the boat and carefully set her down on the floor out of the way. He wished he had thought to bring her dog bed. “Your mouth isn’t going to attract any men… Let’s go.”

“You’ve never seen me try,” Coral shoved the key into his hand. “I’ve never learned to use boats, so get us the fuck outta here. I’ll keep an eye on little Bella. She’s such a cute dog!”

Clonestone remembered escaping the Rig by boat as Canestone. He used the key and got the boat started and speeding across the water. “Where can I find Tzeitel?” Clonestone asked.

“I don’t fuckin’ know,” Coral answered. “But I’m sure I can find out once we get far enough away from that damn place.” She pet Bella and cooed. “It’s gonna be okay, sweetie. You’re gonna heal up and be playing in the park with your human soon enough.”

Bella just whined, trying to stay comfortable.

“Damn that James. I had the perfect chance to get her through her little sister and he ruined it.” Clonestone cursed as he steered towards the mainland.

“James?” Coral asked, looking at Clonestone. “Was he a bad boy? Do I need to punish him?” Her mind went to all kinds of places and wonderful ways to torture poor James. “Mmm…gets me wet just thinking about it!” She giggled.

“Oh, because you can turn into water- haha!” Clonestone said humorlessly. “He was a traitorous bastard. When I get my hands on him I’m going to-” Clonestone went into a graphic description of what he was going to do to James.

Coral listened and giggled. “Oh, I could do much worse to him! When I’m done with him he’ll WISH he was dead!” She joked.

“I’ll make him wish he was dead too!” Clonestone said. He could see land up ahead. “Take the wheel- are there tissues on this tub?”

"I told ya I don't know how to drive this fucking thing. I don't know, go look when we hit land." Coral snorted and became water, spinning until she was up on the little roof of the boat. "Fucker…can't wait to find someone to play with."

“Dammit!” Clonestone stood uncomfortably behind the wheel, speeding towards land. He muttered about his pants being too tight.

“Maybe we should find a store and get ya some bigger pants if those are so…tight.” Coral teased and swung her legs calmly. “Just don’t forget your cute dog. She’s still got some healing to do, ya know.”

“I’ll never forget Bella.” Clonestone muttered as he grounded the boat on shore. He tossed the towrope to Coral. “Tie this to something.” He was obviously uncomfortable as he gently carried Bella off the boat. He found some soft grass to lay her down on, then sort of walked funny away as he pulled a square of gauze from the bag of Bella’s things.

Coral rolled her eyes and actually sent the boat floating off so those MegaCorp bastards wouldn’t follow. “Seriously? Her gauze?! Bella needs that for her injury, dumbass!” She called and shook her head, sitting down next to Bella. “It’s okay, I’ll keep an eye on ya, pup.”

Bella snorted and curled up, trying to sleep.

“Yeah, yeah,” Coral rolled her eyes again. “Sleep the pain away.”

“It’s just one square.” Clonestone said defensively, getting to work as he thought about what he would do to James, calling on the implanted memories of Tzeitel. “I’ll get more when we go to a store.”

“Yeah, yeah, yeah,” Coral repeated and was soon close enough to just watch the bastard. She was as sick as him, obviously, but she was giggling at him the entire time.

“Don’t laugh at it!” Clonestone snapped, angry that Coral had distracted him. With his free hand he dug into his pocket for some of his crude, hand drawn rendering of torturing Tzeitel to help get back on track.

Coral snatched the paper away before he could get a real good look and burst into giddy laughter. “This is what you call a drawing of them?” She said through her laughter. “Dude, if you wanted pictures of someone, ya shoulda said so. I got a bunch in the bag I brough, but ya can’t keep ‘em. They’re mine.”