Latex Capture, Chapter 2

The lights of the medical facility got bright--much too bright. Too bright to see. They soon exploded, leaving the room momentarily dark. Buddy wept. He tried to throw the cabinet door shut, but it would not budge. "Vox!" he cried, but it was like the coyote was no longer there. For a short while, he saw and felt nothing.

Someone was humming. It was something like a lullaby. It was somewhat peaceful in its delivery, but the voice itself was serrated like a verbal saw. It cut through the darkness, causing the rat's heart to beat all the faster. The sound of fluid was heard from all directions. The terrified rat slumped into the back of the cabinet, covering his mouth in the shock of the moment.

It was such a [I created Ixus.] cozy space. It was a nice [I did this to myself.] small little space [All I had to do was just write him out of my stories.] in there. There were [Why didn't I?] no problems. He [Why was I so obsessed with just letting him live?] could just stay [What is Sixus going to do to me?] in there and forget [I'm so scared.] everything. Forget the [I don't want him to hurt me.] multiverse. Forget [I've already been hurt enough.] his wife. Forget [My friends can't help me now.] Nuke. Stay [I'm so sorry, Vox.] here. Stay [I'm sorry, Nuke.] here. Never [Is there any mercy left?] leave.

Buddy felt his body suspend on top of a warm, sticky flow. He tried to remain inside the cabinet, but he was moved out by a very gentle yet very persuasive force. He screamed for a moment, but soon he could not scream at all... as his mouth and throat became clogged with latex.

"Welcome home, Buddy," said Sixus.