The end of volume two. I am writing volume four now. Chapter 17 - Ker Platt! Agent Hazel let out a blood curdling howl! “Kerrrrrrrr Plattttt!” and assumed a final stance. The big cat stopped. She took in all 12 pounds of Agent Hazel, the way she favored her front left leg, the blood and lion brains that covered her, her weaponless paws. “What’s that, you say? Is that American slang for dinnertime?” Agent Hazel answered. Better than being eaten. “Ker Platt.” She repeated. “That’s Klingon for “die well.” She forced a slight grin. “You know, Star Trek, Next Generation, Worf? Worf would yell “Ker Platt! before he would go into battle.” The Horror Queen snorted derisively. “That corny crock! I never watched it.” Agent Hazel continued delaying the inevitable. “…but the original, with Kirk and Spock. Surely you watched that?” “Spook and who?” asked the Horror Queen. “She never watched Star Trek,” considered Agent Hazel, Secretary of The Agency Star Trek fan club. She didn’t know Kirk, or Spock or… “Just so.” Agent Hazel had a plan, but it was a messy one. Messy in the sense that it meant she had to close tangle with this cat, and that meant red pain. Agent Hazel made a small motion with her hand. “Bring it, Fuk Face!” Chapter 18 – Yo’ Momma! The Horror Queen was brought up short. She held her leap. “That is not the way to address The Queen of The Pride, Mother to the Heir of The Throne.” She relaxed her body a bit. “Even though I am about to kill and eat you, you can still keep a civil tongue in your head, while you have a head, or a tongue, for that matter.” Agent Hazel shifted her body slightly sideways, to present a smaller target. “You are so ugly…, I bet they slapped yo’ mamma when you were born.” The Lioness let loose a blood boiling roar! “RAAAAAAAAAAAAAAW.” “How dare you talk about my Mother, The Late Queen, that way! She was the Matriarch of our pride, Grandmother to the future King, my cub.” “…and that’s another thing, Ugh-o, I can’t believe you got someone or something to actually mate with you.” Agent Hazel, Ace of The Dozens, continued. The Pride Queen could only listen, slack jawed and wide eyed. Hazel flicked her head in the direction of Clarence. “I wouldn’t do you with his dick.” And with a “RAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAW” of pure hate and murderous intent, the Horror Queen leapt at defiant to the end Agent Hazel. Chapter 19 - Lion Claw, Schmion Claw Rather than brace herself against the coming 500 pound onslaught, Agent Hazel had prepared herself to roll with the strike. But there was no smooth roll after the roundhouse slap from the paw of bounding death that knocked her into the White, tail over snout into the passageway wall. The Lioness had left her claws sheathed, intending to torture Agent Hazel into a bleeding pleading death. Agent Hazel came too in a few seconds, but couldn’t get to her feet right away. “Shall I kill you now, quickly, Agent Hazel?” The Pride Queen was sitting ten feet away, licking her paws and grooming herself. Every move she made caused her wounds to open fresh. “I won’t, you know. I just want to hear you BEG!” She flash leaped with both claws outstretched in front of her. Agent Hazel saw an opportunity and attempted to carry out her plan. Agent Hazel tried to grab the Lioness around the waist with her left paw, but the pain from her shoulder was too great and she couldn’t hang on. “It will have to be the right,” she thought. Then the explosion of White again. The Horror Queen’s paws had landed square in the middle of Agent Hazel’s delicate back and then she swatted Agent Hazel full force flying into the passageway wall. Agent Hazel, from her prone position, “yo…, yo Momma…,” she choked and coughed up blood. “…yo…, ugly…?” Still she was unable to move. She lay there. Quietly. The Lioness considered Agent Hazel and her eminent demise. “You are now going to die by my claw and tooth, Agent Hazel.” “Piss…,”she spit up blood more. “I’ll..,” she had no more. “I offer you a choice, stand and die, or die where you lay, it makes me no difference.” She raked her claws on the metal floor. “Now I will demonstrate for you the secret martial art of “Lion Claw.” She snapped into a limber stance, then flowed into a power strike, and back to the original stance. She began her kill stalk. “I stand!” barked Agent Hazel, Cat Killer of The Nth Degree. “I stand and fight!” She flipped to her paws, and took her back facing stance. And stood! “What style is that?” wondered the Pride Queen. “Doggie Style,” snarled the deadly Agent Hazel, Spy Dog of The Tenth Circle. Chapter 20 -Live Long & Prosper. The Pride Queen moved as if to maneuver behind Agent Hazel, Spy Dog of The Tenth Circle. Agent Hazel kept her back to her, where ever the Lioness moved. Suddenly, the Lioness cut and ran directly at Agent Hazel. The Lioness reduced the distance between them to nothing in less than a heartbeat. Her claws, the claws that she bloodied on Rip, were now extended four inches out from her paws. The scars on her onrushing face made her look as if she was moving even faster than she was, like streaks of fire coming out of her tattered face. Her jaw was wide open, sharp white picket fence of teeth lining her blood red lips. Ten, twenty Hazel’s could fit in that maw. But there was only one. The Pride Queen of Horror intended to trap Agent Hazel between her chest and her paws, and dispatch her with a single bite to the head, like barely cracking a peanut. Agent Hazel, Master Fakir of The Karma Sutra, pushed off with her front paws, sliding backwards and just under the crashing Lioness’s paws. She was a lefty, but her left paw was compromised, so, as she slid underneath the belly of the Lioness, she grabbed one of her full teats with her right paw. Even as the Lioness was flying forward and coming to a violent landing, the Pride Queen tried to shake off this sudden fire. From what Agent Hazel, Spy Dog of The Tenth Circle, observed, it would be the second shake that would serve her purpose. As Agent Hazel sunk her nails into her squeeze, the Horror Queen bellowed in pain, and shook left, then right. “Just so.” Agent Hazel, Spy Dog of the Tenth Circle, followed the momentum of the shake, and twisted up and around the Lioness’s body, ending in a clutch tightly around the Lioness’s thick blood wet neck. She pinched, not hard, but…just so. The Pride Queen dropped like a big rock in a deep dark pool of water. She was out, but Agent Hazel, Cat Killer of The Nth Degree, didn’t let go, didn’t release “The Grip.” Agent Hazel held until she didn’t feel any life left between her fingers, and then she held some more. Hazel held until she passed out. Conclusion – Volume One, Book One And here we leave Agent Hazel, Spy Dog of The Tenth Circle, as we found her; up to her pretty neck in danger and dead bodies. Oh, she makes it safely home again, rest assured. All of Agent Hazel stories end the same, “…and she lived happily ever after. The End.” And now, Volume Two.
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