A Fight
"A-one! A-two! A-one two three!"
"Oh, hiss boo bad for Inspector Dobermann, oh, hiss boo bad for Inspector Mean! He can push and kick and hit. Mouth off to him and he'll throw a fit! Oh, hiss boo bad for Inspector Dobermann. He's gonna kill ya today! So give a great big boo to the one who will kill you. Inspector Dobey, you're gonna pay!" The rats [sic] finished their insulting song and laughed. [Note--the "Hiss-boo-bad" song was inspired by both my junior high math teacher (who liked to say, "Hiss-boo-bad!"), and by the song "Mr. Touchdown, USA" (which I learned in junior high, and which tune it is set to).] Tonight they were going on a camp raid--something they hadn't done for a long time.
Gold started off into a lit hallway. On the way he met Purple Rat, one of the original Trench Rats.
"Yo-hoo [sic]," he yawned.
"Yeah, hi," Gold said.
"So what you been up to?"
"Nothin.'"
"Going on a camp raid tonight? Wish I could go. You shoulda seen the first rats [sic]. Much tougher than you are."
"Oh, yeah? How much tougher?"
"For one thing, they were bigger. And sneakier. And better."
"Huh! I'll bet," Gold snorted.
"You'll bet what?" Purple snarled. Just then Gold realized how powerful-looking Purple was. He was actually a little bit afraid. But he didn't show it.
"I'll just bet!" he snarled back.
"You little--" Purple started, and swung a heavy paw at him. Gold dodged to the right. When Purple turned around, he gave him a swift uppercut to the jaw. Purple swung again and knocked Gold down. Gold scampered between Purple's legs, and when Purple looked down, Punch! right in the face. He staggered back, dizzy. Furious, he ran at Gold and grabbed his arm, twisting it behind his back. Letting out a yelp, Gold wrenched his arm free and kicked Purple. Just then he felt a great shock. Purple pulled back, ready to punch again. Gold felt his nose. It was bleeding. Purple kicked him in the stomach. Gold crashed backwards into a pile of boxes. Too dazed to move, he could barely see Purple coming back. Grabbing him literally by the clavicles, he hissed, "Had enough, sissy?" [Note--Purple's bad attitude remains in the current storyline (although he has not entered it yet), but has a pretty good explanation behind it.] It was probably Doomsday who saved Gold's life, or at least his skull. The small engineer came walking around the corner and, seeing Gold and Purple, ran at them.
"Hey!" he shouted. "What d'ya think you're doing!" He took hold of Purple's tail and pulled him away from Gold with amazing strength. He bent over to look at Gold and tried to stop his nosebleed.
"Are you crazy, man?" he snapped, glaring at Purple. "You coulda killed him!"
"He was askin' for it," Purple said.
"I don't care if he was on his knees, begging you," D-Day said.
Black entered and, seeing Gold lying amidst the boxes, limped over.
"What happened here?" he asked, startled.
"Found these two fighting, sir," D-Day said, standing up. "Purple was holdin' him by the collar and was about to bash his face in when I came along."
Black didn't say anything, but the two rats and the hybrid could tell that he was boiling over and seething inside.
"You three come with me," he said, shaking because of his anger and walking away. D-Day helped Gold up and they followed Black down the hallway.
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