Willow's Web Trapped
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Trapped By M. Willow This was in answer to a Yahoo challenge. Put the guys
in kilts. This is my answer to that. As
usual, I don’t own the characters. “How we
gonna get outa here, Hutch?” “I don’t know it could be difficult. We may have
to distract him.” They were two men sitting
in a car on a hot August day. They’d been on their way to a costume party
that Captain Dobey was having when the car broke down in front of an old house. The
house had a pleasant appearance, with luscious trees and flowers surrounding the front porch.
The house was miles from civilization as Starsky called it and Starsky’s beloved car was not moving, hadn’t
moved in hours. Now, both men eyed the offending
creature that kept them locked in the car. Both of them were wearing kilts which
was a good thing since the car was hot and no way could they risk getting out, not with the creature staring at them with
lustful eyes, just waiting to attack. “You know, my father
was attacked by one of them once. He still talks about it till this day. Horrible experience, never got over his fear of them.” Hutch said. Starsky eyed
the blond with concern, putting a comforting hand on his shoulder. “We’re gonna
get outa here. Don’t worry.” “Starsk, what if we
don’t. What if we have to wait until someone finds us? Do you know how embarrassing it will be for us, sitting in this car wearing kilts, with that thing…that
thing standing guard?” “It will be embarrassing
to say the least. How did we let Dobey talk us into wearing these ridiculous
things and coming all the way out here for a costume party?” “Simple, he wanted
to please the new commissioner who happens to be Scottish.” “But we’re not
Scottish. I feel like I’m wearing a skirt.
What if someone sees us?” “They will if we don’t
find a way out of this mess.” Starsky eyed
the creature that circled the car menacingly. “Hey, you read that
story called Cujo. The whole thing took place with a woman and I think her kid
trapped in a car by this vicious dog. Something like this now that I think of
it.” “Starsk, this is nothing
like that. We could just shoot him and get out of here.” “Yeah, and have the
whole animal loving community screaming for our heads, demanding our badges for killing one of God’s creatures. No, we gotta stay in the car till whoever lives in that house comes home.” “Well, I think we should
make a run for it. Get help.” “Remember what happened
the last time you tried that,” Starsky said, shuddering to remember the awful scene. The creature had seemed innocent
at the time. Starsky had a fondness for them since he could remember. The car had broken down in front of the house and the creature had made his presence known immediately. Hutch had gotten
out of the car and headed for the house. The creature attacked immediately, throwing
the blond to the ground and striking without care. Starsky had jumped from the
car and somehow managed to pull Hutch in after him. The blond had been lucky. This animal was large and powerful in spite of its gentle appearance. “Well, we just can’t
sit here, it’s getting hot and there’s no water.” Hutch said desperately. Starsky tried the radio again. “Not working,” he said angrily.
“Wouldn’t you know it. The car breaks down and the radio stops
working at the same time.” Hutch sat up straight in
his seat. “Well, I for one and not going to just sit here and wait for
somebody to come along and find us wearing kilts hiding from….” “Okay, okay. Look one of us has a chance of making it to the house. We’re both young and strong, probably can outrun it.” Starsky shuddered remembering Cujo. Hutch put his hand on the
door, the silent communication indicating that they should both open the door at the same time and run. Starsky braced
himself. “On the count of three.”
Both men counted
and then the door flew opened and both men ran, ran with everything they had, their kilts flapping as the wind blew, the creature
right behind them. Hutch felt a sharp thud against
his legs, but he kept running, not looking back. Starsky was ahead of him, his
hairy legs moving quickly. In spite the sheer terror of the moment, Hutch couldn’t
help but think that men who wore kilts should at least shave. And then his attention
was brought back to the moment as the creature landed on his shoulder pulling him to the ground. He was only inches from the door, so he pulled himself forward, kicking at the same time. Starsky came back and knocked the creature off of Hutch’s back and they both entered the farmhouse
which was thankfully not locked. Now they stood looking at
each other, a triumphant look that indicated the relief of finding themselves inside the safe confines of the house instead
of the car. “Wow,” Hutch
said, eyeing the house, searching for a telephone. “Who would have thought
a goose could run so fast.” Fin Believe or not, my father
was attacked by a goose as a young child. I witnessed one myself a few years
ago. Still, I think they are wonderful creatures.
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