Chapter 4- A Price Paid
#4 of Runnig for the Sins We Make in Love
First off, I thank you all for being patient with me. With my freshman year in collage starting, I don't have much time to write as I would like. I managed to get the time to get this done, and well, here it is.
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Chapter 4-A Price Paid
Time was short as Mike hurried about the lab, moving across it and looking for something not only to clothe her body with, but to hide her 'unusual' traits. Finding no more then his lab coat and a pair of attractive lingerie he had bought for her birthday next week. With the lack of decent results, he begins to curse.
"Shit, shit, SHIT!!!" the scientist said, trying to think.
"What, forgot her clothes? What did you expect, for your wife to come out fully dressed?" John replied to his friends cursing.
"Shut up." Mike turned and shouted, the frustration overcoming the joy he felt only a few moments ago for his wife's revival.
"Uhhh.... Mike, would you mind untying me so I can get out of here." The feline Katherin spoke softly and calmly.
At her words, Mike instantly calmed down, walking over to her and undoing the bindings holding her down. "Sorry dear." he said simply. Walking over and grabbing the bra and panties, handing the package along with the lab coat over to his wife.
Watching her put them on, he felt what the excitement had hidden. His pants tightening at the sight of her. Though it was not the time, he still watched it. Gaining the reigns on his thoughts, he picked up his lap coat, helping her put it on. Once she was dressed, he looked up at the clock which read seven forty-five, leaving just fifteen minutes to get her out of there.
Walking over to the door, placing his hand on the knob and turning around to look at his wife. Even with the lab coat buttoned up, anyone could tell something was off, though he liked her cat ears, they were suspicious, as no normal humans had them. Until he could get her a hat to cover them, he would just have to hope no one looks to closely and notice them upon her head.
Turning the door knob and walking out into the hall, glancing left and right before motioning for them to follow. Making sure to use the less active halls. At the sound of footsteps echoing down the hall towards them, Mike tried to find a door that was unlocked. Trying one on the left, and trying to turn the knob, only for it not to budge, and still the sound grew closer.
Quickly Mike turned across the hall, placing his hand on and turning another knob, this one opening under his grasp. Hurrying silently into it, all three closed the door, leaning onto it and trying to keep as silent as they could, despite their heavy and panicked breathing.
As all three listened, the footsteps stopped just outside of the door, and all three held their breathes and hoped he didn't open the door. The only thing that probably saved them was a Squawk from a parrot, which Kat stared at. Looking at the bird a bit hungrily as the footsteps resumed and continued down the hall.
"Not now." Mike spoke in defense of the caged bird, and of their lack of time.
"But I am hungry..." The feline complained and argued.
Thinking, and trying something on Kat's new feline genetics, he attempted for a compromise and bargain. "Wait a bit longer and I will get you some Fish and Milk."
Seemingly, she thought about the idea, finally admitting a soft purring sound at the idea of the seafood and milk as a substitute for the parrot.
Satisfied at the answer she gave, both Mike and John listened for any sounds. After a few minutes had passed, they were both satisfied after all they heard was the purring of Katherin. The door was opened and the trio began heading down the hall once more, hurrying to the back of the building. A sense of urgency leading their footsteps.
Hurrying down the hallways, they slowed and stopped as they reached the back of the building. Glancing up at the camera before giving a glance and speaking softly to John. "Take her out the back and over the fence. I will pick you up there. And, please, protect her."
Shifting his gaze to his neko wife, they stared at each other before their arms embraced one another. Their lips locking in a kiss lasting several moments and breaking with a sigh only to gaze into one another's eyes. Both love and lust in their eyes as they gazed into the gateways to the other's soul. Finally Mike broke the silence, speaking up softly. "Be careful my beloved Kat, I can't loose you a second time."
"Nor could I stand loosing you my sweet Mike." She replied, and with another embrace, they hugged for a few moments before he gave her a kiss on the lips. Urgency cutting back on what he was capable of doing and cause him to break away.
Giving another glance at his friend before turning and leaving. Hearing the rear door open and close behind him. Heading to go get his truck and pick them up, and hoping with all his heart, that neither would run into any trouble.
Making way quickly, he hurried through the building, past his lab and out front to the parking lot. By the time he made it up and out, it was eight twenty-three and passing several dozen employees on his way out.
Heading over to the truck, unlocking it with a click of a button on his key ring and starting it with another. Reaching up and opening the door, he jumped up in the cab and slammed the door behind him. Taking only enough time to latch his seatbelt before heading towards the gate. His key tag did not cause it to open automatically, so he came to a stop several feet away from the gate. That, was his first sign that something was wrong.
A guard stepped out of the small building that made up the center of the gate and walked over towards the vehicle. Tapping on the window with his knuckles and Mike rolled it down in response. "Mr. Bumm has ordered that you are not to be allowed to leave. Please step out of the truck Mike." The guard ordered, one of his hands reaching down towards his visible handgun.
"Sorry, I can't. I have to go somewhere right now." the driver replied nervously to the situation. Seeing the guard reach and grip his gun, Mike gunned it himself, his engine roaring with 405 powerful horses and slamming through the gate, onto the road, and turning down the street. Racing down the road, the gun running, removing his gun from his holster, and firing a rounds of hot lead at his truck. One of the projectiles braking though his back windshield and shattering it before Mike had a chance to take another right, and make his way out of the shooters line of fire.
Stopping by the rear fence, after taking another right and getting on the other side of the building. Looking over and seeing both Kat, running towards the fence with the lap coat open and flapping behind her. Showing off her black underwear. Just behind her is John, struggling to keep up with the faster feline half-breed. Behind them, where two guards, chasing after them and yelling at them to stop.
As they closed upon the fence, Kat jumped easily fifteen feet into the air, clearing the fence with ease and Mike noted that he will have to find out what abilities her cat DNA has enhanced. Meanwhile, John had to run, jump, and climb up the fence, nearly getting his leg caught by one of the guards. The only thing that saved him was that he swung his legs over the edge once he neared the top, launching himself over and landing on the ground. Unfortunately, he landed wrong. His foot twisted, and the sound of his ankle breaking could be heard. The only way he was able to get moving again, was that he was picked up, and helped over, Katherin supporting most of his weight and helping him hobble over to the truck.
Reaching over, and opening the door for them, Katherin helps John get in, and then gets in herself. Mike flooring it as his truck sped down the road, leaving the complex in the dust and heading home to get his stuff. It was obvious he was fired, and it was obvious that the authorities would be notified, gun shots in city limits, a report would be filed. He knew only one thing, and to quote a saying his dad said. Get the hell out of Dodge. He had to leave town, maybe leave the country. The question was, how?