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Instantly Jamal gave a keening scream, body tensing in a flash as his tail snapped the tail air like a whip as he instinctively tried raise himself from the ground. The tiger was scared and confused. It was a predator...nothing was supposed to attack the attacker!

He couldn't get out anything that made any sense, his brain reeling from the pure anxiety that flooded his system, but adrenaline was also starting to flow. Jamal had to try and force himself to remain as still as possible.

Oh god.

Each breath was turning more into a panting, panic=like whistle than a mere inhale of air as his claws dug uselessly across the stone floor. Already he felt lightheaded from bloodloss.

Again and again he tried to move, but he was held secure by the octopus man. His only release was his tail which continued to fail and each whimper and cry that left his clamped jaws.

Jamal's stomach started roll, the tiger's panic starting to consume him. He tried to pull his legs underneath his prone form so he could try to buck Billy off him, but there was no leverage allowed to even bend his knees for that.

Saliva dripped from his parted jaws, now mingling witih a slight drip of blood as it leaked from gashes in his tongue from blind jaw clamping and also flowed down around his neck like a crimson river. The pain was nearly unbearable as he started to cry out again, fur drenching slowly with sweat and tears.

"Sto....sto....oh GO'H...."

Each probbing made his body go board stiff, this jaws clench with a loud snap.

There was no real response to the question for a good long time other than a heaving chest and the crackled breath of someone quickly going cotton-mouth.

Do it.

Don't do it.

Do it.

No.

The lack of prodding and cutting, for the moment, allowed him to slump into a mass of muscle and fur, but he was still in pain. Bullet wounds never hurt this bad, nor did knife slashes. It was nearly impossible for him to make any real, focused thought other than he was getting tired. The rest simply swam in a muddled sea of tiger instincts, human awareness, and a desire to not really care.

"g'...geh it," came the faint response after a long time. He made no move for the driftwood because every move he made only made the pain worse. He was starting to drift off slowly into a semi-conciousness, so to be asked questions now wasn't good.

Jamal braced himself as best as he was able, gently consumed in his cloud of semi-conciousness, and faintly acknowledged Billy's prompt. It would be over soon. Either he'd be dead or he'd make it through...win-win either way.

What he wasn't expecting as the sudden, intense electric shock that suddenly lanced down from his wound, taking his entire body by storm. He screamed and jerked spasmically, the wetness of the blood oozing from Billy's ministrations almost causing the shock to concentrate there at his neck. Limbs attempted to flail anew, his tail lashing the air like a whip as it beat now and then against the other man's back while at the same time, he tried to roll. Again and again, as the shock continued, he bellowed shrilly as his eyes started to glaze over.

There was indeed a lot of blood, but not having run into any vital arteries or veins, most of the blood was due to the wound being on the head and neck area. Still...

When the chip came loose into Billy's tentacle there was the surge of success. Jamal, however, was still out cold on the floor below him.


Back in the labs....

Warning flags had been raised as soon as Jamal's chip began to go off without anyone having been given the "order". GPS's were checked and Jamal was discovered to be off-camera.... with Billy. Jeeps were dispatched, but Billy was a good 7 or 10 minutes from any guard post at best. It wasn't long after the initial BZzzat that Jamal's biometrics showed him as "dead" - no vitals discovered at all.

The guards were told to step on it... and to arm themselves.

Meanwhile....

Jamal is unconscious. Billy's there in the cave, and no one is there... yet.




OOC: With Billy's questionable workmanship, the chip was successfully removed... however, not without damage. Jamal will not be able to move at all (from the neck down) for a few days, temporarily paralysed. He can't feel his limbs at all, only a strange numbness.

After a couple of days, sensation will begin to return in patches. And with it sporadic, almost random pain in some of his limbs. There has been nerve damage.

By the end of it, Jamal will be left with chronic pain that comes and goes - like a trick knee. Additionally, sometimes, especially at points of exertion, a limb will just fail and go 'dead'. This, in particular, will make things like hunting difficult (endeavors that are time consuming and require a good handle of your body). Finally, as if it wasn't already by your paw-hands, your manual dexterity is reduced.

Billy tooka few moments to catch his breath, riding on the surging high of victory. When the chemicals ebbed, the now somewhat sober octopus wobbled and stared at the bloodied chip in his bleeding tentacle. Unfortunatly, reality soon caught up with him, and the weight of what had just happened crept through him. "Hell... feckin' bloody- wha' ha' I done, brother? Wha'd'ye go an' make me do??" He gave a panicked wail, shoving the tiger sharply in the side, "Don' be sleepin'! Don'- shite, I killed him! I bloody killed him! I-" He cut off his cries when he still felt a pulse.

The octopus swallowed heavily, glancing around desperatly. They would come. He knew they'd come. They'd know somehow- they knew about Aubrey, they'd know about this- He had DONE it though!! He had- he had to get away- he had to get Jamal away- he had to get away from Jamal-

As quickly as he could, he dragged his awkward body down off of the mound of tiger to the stone floor of the cave and began shoving at his friend's still form, aiming for the water's edge. "Better hold yer breath, love," He hissed, wrapping a tentacle around the tiger's mussle and across his nose to at least make sure he didn't inhail water. With a final shove, they both rolled into the water.

Once submerged, Billy counted pointedly in the back of his head, knowing he'd have to let the tiger surface to breath periodically, but he stayed as low as he could, dragging the passanger down stream deeper into the jungle as fast as his webbing would take him. Thirty seconds, pause under a piece of driftwood, let him breath, down, again...