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JAGGER
The Ferocious
Part 2
Jennifer walked into the gym, saw three naked sweaty male chest, and promptly walked out again. She headed straight for the kitchen and drank a glass of ice water.
“Problems?” Jagger’s rumbling voice sounded amused.
Jennifer gripped the edge of the counter to steady herself. “I can’t do this anymore.” She turned to Jagger, who was lounging on a shelf. “How much is one woman supposed to take? They run around here half naked! I even turned up the air conditioning, but do they notice? NO!” She ran a shaky hand through her long dark hair.
“Last night,” her voice had a desperate edge. “I ran into the tall one in the hallway. Literally!”
“Really?” Jagger’s whiskers twitched. “I thought you looked a little pale when you came back.”
Jennifer narrowed her eyes at him. “This is not funny. There I was minding my own business, going to the bathroom. It was dark. I think I had my eyes closed. Then, BHAM! I’m wondering what idiot built a brick wall in the hallway.”
Jagger started to laugh. The sound rolled through Jennifer’s mind. She crossed her arms and glared at him. The fur person caught himself just before he rolled off the shelf.
“I’m sorry. Really I am. I can just see you landing on your butt.” New gales of laughter started. Jennifer narrowed her eyes further.
“Your concern is overwhelming.” she said stiffly.
“Excuse me? Jennifer?” the voice of the tall one came from behind her.
She closed her eyes. “Is he wearing a shirt?” she asked Jagger, hopefully.
“No!” he managed to choke out before succumbing to another fit of laughter.
LATER
The swordsmen and Jennifer were seated at the table finishing off the last of their desert. Jagger was on his shelf happily eating a T-bone.
“Would any of you mind if Jeanne came down for another visit?” Jennifer asked. “She’s the only kid in the castle at the moment and I think she’s getting a little bored. And driving CC to distraction.”
The three swordsmen looked at one another. The oldest one shrugged. “I can’t see why not. She’s a nice kid.”
Jagger glanced up from his steak bone. “Jeanne’s coming? Do you think she’ll bring more smoked salmon?”
Jennifer smiled. “I don’t know how she got the first batch down here safely.” she answered aloud.
“Pardon me?” the blonde swordsman asked, confused.
“Oh, I’m sorry. Jagger asked if Jeanne was going to bring more smoked salmon with her.”
The younger swordsmen looked uneasy. “That’s going to take some getting used to, him talking.” the tall one said.
The older swordsman got up and took his plate to the sink. “Great, when the hunters get here they’ll distract you with smoked salmon.” he said as he passed Jagger.
“I beg your pardon?” Everyone in the room heard him. The younger swordsmen paled and the oldest ones lips twitched into a smile. “Are you suggesting I can be bribed? I’m insulted.”
“I thought you could do that.” the oldest one was clearly amused.
Jagger’s eyes narrowed. “Of course I can. Do you think I’m just a kitten? Just because I don’t choose to talk to you doesn’t mean I can’t.”
“You know,” said the blonde swordsman to no one in particular. “life was so simple before we came here.”
Jennifer, Jagger, and the oldest swordsman stared at him for a moment, then started to laugh.
The cell phone started to ring and still Laughing Jennifer picked it up.
“Hello? Kelly, it’s nice-” Jennifer stopped short and paled. She nodded her head. “Yes, I understand. We’ll be right up.” She turned the phone off and placed it slowly on the counter.
“It seems someone could be bribed. The hunters are upstairs. They have Kelly, CC, and Jeanne.”
Upstairs-
Jennifer and the swordsmen stepped into the garden. There were four of the hunters, all of them armed with high powered rifles. Kelly, Jeanne, and CC were seated on a bench. Relaxing on one of the arms of the bench was a large pure white Persian.
“Well, well.” One of the hunters stepped forward. He was a large, beefy man with dark hair and a mustache. “The famous Immortals. Hiding behind a bunch of women.”
Since your the ones holding two women and a child at gunpoint, I really wouldn’t talk.” Jennifer tilted her head to one side, considering. “That’s quite a gun.”
The man stroked the barrel fondly. “She’s a beauty, isn’t she?”
Jennifer smiled. “You know they say that when a man needs a gun that big it’s too make up for a lack of,” she paused. “certain physical attributes.”
The man turned red and took another step forward. The Persian stopped him.
“She’s trying to bait you, Tom. Please don’t be stupid enough fall for it.” The Persian narrowed his eyes at her. “I know you from somewhere, human. Who are you?”
Jennifer ignored the question. “If we turn over the Immortals, you leave us alone?”
“Of course.” The Persian purred.
Jagger’s deep voice rumbled through the minds of everyone present. “Too bad it won’t be that easy for you, Nalon.” His buzz was felt by those who could sense it as he came into range.
“Jagger.” Nalon hissed the name. He narrowed cold blue eyes at Jennifer. “I knew I had seen you somewhere.”
The hunter named Tom looked uneasily from Nalon to Jagger. “I thought you said none of your kind would interfere.”
Jagger was amused. “Told you that, did he? I guess he forgot the rules.” his eyes narrowed. “You know, Nalon, the one that forbids us to hunt the human Immortals. The council is not happy.”
If the Persian could have paled, he would have. “You took this to the council?”
Jagger looked bored. “Of course. They’ve order your termination, Nalon.”
The Persian growled. “Never!”
“Fine, you can fight me, Nalon. But I warn you, if you win and we both know your not that good, the others will still be hunting you. All of them.”
With a snarl the Persian launched himself at Jagger. Together they rolled several feet. Within in minutes it was obvious that Jagger was indeed the better fighter. Nalon was favouring one of his back paws and bleeding from several places. Jagger did not have a mark on him. They broke apart for a moment, then Jagger lunged, pinning Nalon to the ground. Razor sharp claws flashed out and separated Nalon’s head from his body. Jagger moved away from the body.
The quickening, when it came, was much the same as the human quickenings. Lightening flashed and Jagger’s body jerked as it absorbed the power of his opponent.
The garden was completely silent for a few seconds after the Quickening. Jeanne was the first to move. She jumped up and ran over to crouch in front of Jagger.
“Are you okay?”
Jagger flicked out a paw and began to wash it. “Yes, but he mussed my fur.”
“We don’t need him.” Tom and his companions moved forward, guns at the ready. “We can take care of you ourselves.”
A woman’s voice came from behind the Immortals. “Ready, Aim,” CC and Kelly dove off the bench, Jeanne and Jagger leaped out to the side, and Jennifer grabbed the oldest swordsman by the shirt and yanked him out of the way. The other two swordsmen were not in the way.
“Fire!” The woman’s voice commanded. An amazingly blast of water hit the hunters, knocking them several feet in the air.
“What was that?” asked the oldest swordsman.
Jennifer grinned. “That would be the Hose Committee.” Jennifer, Jeanne, Kelly, CC, and Jagger all began to laugh. The three swordsmen looked at one another, confused.THE END.
To read more of his, umm, of their work, visit the poetry section of the Castle Gardens! Jagger has some Fantastic Fur Person writings there :)