Season 1, Episode 5:
Bunnies in Black
Part 8 of 8
There was a ladder on the sidewalk, left by some
window-washer, no doubt, but, staggering through the streets of
His crotch was on fire now, and so was his
mind. His thoughts were jumbled, chaotic. He hadn’t felt right since he’d slept with
that Playmate, and now… now... He
couldn’t even make sense of how he felt; his brain was too muddled, his senses
foggy.
He
willed himself to think straight. He was
supposed to be doing research for Dr. Rough, research to aid in the development
of his master’s latest project. He
couldn’t let his master down.
Never
before had Donnie been given such an important mission. He liked to think it was because Dr. Rough
trusted him, deemed him worthy of such a task, but he knew deep down that he’d
only been given the assignment because of who he was. Who his brother was. He had connections in the field from which
his master sought information; thus, he’d been sent to
That
he’d been chosen for the mission by default made it that much more imperative
that he succeed. If he pleased Dr. Rough
and earned his master’s favor, he knew there would be more missions. He could rise up through the ranks of FANS
and become one of Dr. Rough’s most prized agents, second only to Drums.
If
only he could collect the information Dr. Rough wanted. He could not fail…
He
tried to concentrate on the task at hand, tried to push the Playmate from his
mind. Every time he allowed his thoughts
to stray from Dr. Rough and his mission, the blonde Bunny invaded his brain. He didn’t remember her name, but he could not
forget her kisses… her touch… the way her silicone breasts pushed up against
his chest as he pressed himself down against her, straddling her beautiful
body.
His
breath came in shallow gasps, and he felt himself grow hard and hot at the mere
memory of her. He longed to go back to
the Mansion or anywhere where he could find another girl, a girl like her, to
relieve his desire. But in the back of
his mind, he remembered his mission and knew he had to get over to his
brother’s place instead.
Now…
where was it he lived? Donnie had been
there many times, yet he found he could hardly remember. He felt strange, like he was high off some
drug, yet he’d had nothing to eat or drink and was perfectly sober. He shook his head rapidly, like a wet dog, hoping
it might bring him out of this stupor.
Yet when he stopped, he felt even dizzier.
He
stumbled to a nearby bus stop and dragged his thumb down the bus schedule,
trying to decipher which bus would get him closest to his brother’s
neighborhood, but the numbers, times, and destinations blurred and wavered
before his eyes. He couldn’t focus
enough to comprehend them; instead, his mind’s eye went over every detail of
his Playboy bunny’s body, following her tanned, flawless skin from the part in
her platinum blonde hair, so natural it didn’t even show dark roots, to the
tips of her perfectly pedicured toes.
Unaware
of what he was doing, he began to remove his clothing, one article at a
time. When the next bus pulled up to the
curb and lurched to a stop in front of him, he boarded with the others waiting
at the stop, deaf to their shouts of protest.
The
residents of
Donnie
had started to tremble, filled with a sudden sense of dread he could not
explain.
“… I
do. I do.”
The
bus driver turned toward him, hand poised over the lever that shut the
door. “Sir, you need to get off this
bus. You can’t be comin’ on here with no
clothes on.”
Donnie
looked at her without seeing and shook his head. “You don’t know so many things.”
“I
know you ain’t welcome on my bus half nekkid!
‘Specially if you ain’t got no bus fare.
And I don’t see no pockets for you to keep your change in, now do I?”
“I’M
NOT GIVIN’ YOU NOTHIN!”
The
driver met his crazed eyes with a level glare.
“Then you’d best get your white ass off my bus.”
Donnie
did not move; he stood there and quivered, rubbing at his skin, which suddenly
itched like mad. “Some people… they call
me Freak. I am… I am a freak.”
“Uh-huh.” The driver nodded; her expression had
softened into one of pity. “Can you tell
me your name?”
Instead,
he heard the Playmate’s sultry purr. “What’s your name, big boy?” Donnie; his name was Donnie. A fact which he constantly had to remind Dr.
Rough of when his master mistakenly called him Danny. He hated to be called Danny.
“Don’t
you know me, hero?”
“I’m
afraid I don’t, but why you don’t you tell me your name and where you’re trying
to go? Maybe I can help you,” the driver
said, more kindly now.
Donnie
shook from head to toe. “I don’t wanna
be afraid no more…”
“Afraid
of what?” When the man didn’t answer
her, she tried asking, “What do you want?”
“WHAT
HE PROMISED ME!” Donnie exploded. “I
want what he promised me.”
“And
what’s that? Who’s ‘he’?”
Donnie
didn’t answer; he began to rock back and forth, hugging his bare chest.
The
bus driver sighed. “Sir, I’m afraid
you’re gonna have to get off my bus now, or I’m gonna have to call the
cops. I’ve got a schedule to follow, and
you’re holdin’ me and all these people up.
Now, come on, off you go.” She
pointed firmly to the open door.
Donnie
shook his head, his eyes darting wildly to the strangers who sat before
him. “You were wrong… you were
wrong. NOW LOOK AT ME!” he screamed,
without understanding why he was saying the things he was.
“We’ve
seen plenty of you, trust me,” the driver replied tartly. “You’re almost nude.”
He
turned to her with miserable eyes. “You
forgot cursed.”
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Dr.
Rough continued to pace across the hotel room’s thin carpet, back and forth,
back and forth. What was taking so
long? He should have known better than
to send him, but damn it, he’d thought Donnie would be able to handle it. Apparently he’d been wrong. His minion hadn’t checked in yet; he had no
status report on how things had gone down.
Dr.
Rough sat down and then stood, and then sat back down. What was going on?
“Fuck,
I might as well go find him myself; I can’t keep waiting around like this,” he
muttered, turning and making his way out of his suite.
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He
stepped out of the limo, brushing the non-existent dirt off his immaculate
black trousers, and looked around. There
was nothing there, nothing, and it was quiet… too quiet.
Making
his way carefully towards the entrance, he tried to keep his eyes peeled for
anything unusual, but there was nothing.
Dr. Rough stroked the ferret in his arms slowly. Something had happened here; he could feel
it. And where the hell was Donnie?
His
minion had contacted him earlier with possible news, so he had planned to meet
up. Whispers from his own sources of
"odd happenings" within the
Walking
up to the door, he rang the doorbell and rolled his eyes at the elaborate
chime. He waited and waited; no one came
to the door. He pressed the button
again. Still, no one came. Slowly, he made his way around the large
mansion. There were none of the scantily
clad women the home was known for around anywhere.
Sighing
heavily, he made his way back around to the front. He shouldn’t have had to be there; he had
people to do this shit for him. Someone
would pay for dragging him out here, and for no damn reason: he had no answers. It all came back to Donnie. Dr. Rough wondered if this was what parents
felt like when their kid came home late from a date.
“Looks
like my kid has missed curfew, it seems, Dr. Twitches, and Daddy doesn’t like
that; no he doesn’t.”
Turning,
Dr. Rough made his way back into the limo, taking one last look at the mansion
before slipping his sunglasses back on and putting the tinted window back up.
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Dr.
Rough took the mug off of the tray and waved the uniformed man away, leaning
back in his chair, propping his feet up on the elaborate table. He sipped at his coffee, trying to not let
his anger get the best of him. He was
expecting Donnie to knock on the door any minute, sputtering and quivering like
he always did with some lousy excuse as to why he was so late.
Taking
a calming breath, he reached out and flicked the TV on, flipping idly through
the stations. Over nine hundred channels
and nothing good on. What he wouldn’t
give for a good evil doctor taking over the world movie. Who really wanted a hero? Seriously.
He
continued to flip through the stations, when something caught his eye, a news
report. His eyes widened, and his feet
dropped like lead weights to the floor as he turned the volume up.
“We’ve
just received word that the beloved Hugh Hefner, founder and creator of the
popular Playboy franchise, was pronounced dead today from a fatal heart
attack.”
Dr.
Rough listened intently; this was not good.
“Reports
are still coming in as to exactly what happened. We had a field reporter at the Playboy
mansion, but was unable to find anything out, and we haven’t been able to get
in touch with Mr. Hefner’s rep.
Condolences have already started to flood in; the world is clearly
shocked by the loss of such a revered man, who was so well- loved.”
Dr.
Rough raised an eyebrow. Was that so?
“We
will keep you updated as more information becomes available.”
He
started to turn the TV off to mull over this turn of events, when suddenly,
Donnie’s face appeared on the screen.
Dr. Rough stood abruptly, the chair rolling back and hitting the wall
with a dull thud.
“And
in other entertainment news, the brother of Oscar-nominated actor Mark Wahlberg
was found trying to board a bus naked in downtown LA earlier today. Though the identity of the man was unknown at
first, authorities later identified him as thirty-six-year-old Donnie
Wahlberg.”
The
news story transitioned to an interview with the bus driver.
“He
tried to get on the bus, ya know? He was
naked, and I said to him, you can’t be on this bus without fare and no
clothes. He seemed like he was freaked
out, kind of disoriented, rambling about getting what he was promised and
screaming at all of us to look at him.”
“The
police have Wahlberg in custody. Mark
Wahlberg’s rep could not be reached for comment.”
Leave
it to Donnie to screw things up.
“Shit!” Dr. Rough stood and
stormed out. He had to get him away from
the police, and fast.
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Nick
smiled as four familiar faces came across the mission screens. “Hello, Angels!”
“Hi,
Nick!” Three of the four responded. Emerald simply rolled her eyes.
“Nice
to see you too, Avril.” Nick winked.
“I’m
no angel of yours.” She shook her head.
“Technically,
we were bunnies,” Diamond piped up.
“The
Bunnies in Black,” Red agreed.
AJ
pushed his head into view of the camera.
“Hey Nick, can you tell me how JC’s mission is going?”
“Here
come the Bunnies in Black… they won’t let you remember…”
“I
dunno.” Nick shrugged. “He’s getting shot at by someone… So how did the Bunny mission go, then?”
“A
cone of… what?” Nick stared at the
screen with a baffled look.
Emerald
shook her head. “Don’t mind her; she’s
just at her own private convention.”
“So,
what happened with the other bunnies and Hugh?”
Emerald
crossed her arms. “Well, Brian was
there...”
Nick
rolled his eyes.
“I
can see you, Nick.”
Nick
crossed his arms too. “
Emerald
shook her head. “These two agents from the
FBI came and decided they would issue a cover-up.”
“FBI?” Nick scowled.
“First we have the CIA working with us, and now the FBI? I thought we were about saving the world, not
ourselves!”
“Sometimes
it’s necessary,” AJ interrupted.
“Please.” Emerald shook her head. “We did all the work, and they came in, took
the evidence, and swept everything under the rug. Including alien Playboy Bunnies and the baby! They’re practically stealing human
identities!”
Nick
slammed his hand on the counter. “They
took the evidence? What is this, the
United Conspiracy of America?!”
A
pained look crossed Red’s face as she lowered her head.
“Are
you okay?” Diamond whispered.
Red
nodded slightly.
“And
they took the ship!” Emerald continued to rant.
“There
was a ship?!”
“It
was incredibly advanced!”
“Think
of everything you could have done with it!
They’ll probably just make weapons!”
Nick slammed his hand on the counter again.
“What
I want to know,” Red interjected, “is how they’re going to deal with that
baby…” Her voice lowered a little.
Jay
crossed his arms. “Well, no one knows
about that but us… or at least, that we know of…”
“What
do you mean?”
“Well,
how did Jim and Bree have an alien baby when neither one is an alien?”
“We
don’t know that,”
“He
did mention that he had sex with a Playmate,” Jay reminded them.
Red
lowered her head and crossed her arms.
“So it obviously goes back to the Playmates… but how? Maybe something like an STD…”
Emerald
shook her head again. “This is what’s
wrong with this country.”
“What
isn’t wrong with this country?” Nick
smirked.
“Wow…
did they just agree on something, Jay?”
Diamond put her hand on his shoulder.
“Maybe
this is a good sign?” Jay shrugged.
“He’s
just being good because he knows I’ll kill him when I get back.”
“I
already said I was sorry,” Nick pouted.
“I
was wondering why I hadn’t gotten a text in a while…” Nick put his hand behind his head.
Diamond
sniffled a little. “My poor phone…”
“What
about the bra? Doesn’t that make you
sad?”
“I
can’t text Lancy with a bra.”
Nick
smirked a little. “How about your bunny
costume?”
“No,
it—“
“008!”
K’s voice rang through the hall.
“It’s
00Carter!” Nick shouted back.
K
chuckled a little. “I believe your
superiors are allowed to call you whatever they like.”
Nick
crossed his arms. “So am I on mission
screen duty anymore?”
K
shook his head and chuckled again. “You
can go wait for your Bunnies to come back.”
Nick
stood from the chair excitedly.
“But
remember, I won’t hold
Nick
let out a groan.
“Oh,”
K smirked, “and it’s good you finally agree with Emerald on something.”
Nick
whipped around. “Who told you?!”
K continued
to smirk. “Just remember that the next
time you’re paired with Emerald or JC… in the near future.”
Nick
groaned again and stormed out of the lab.
“Fucking hell!”
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