A/N: Jad please forgive me........ oh and in the disclaimer part I know nada of Chris Chelios many thanks to all who sent me info on him and I will give him the benefit of the doubt and go so far as to say that he’s never drowned a cat or advocated any such activity.
Chapter 121:Cheli—To Drown a Cat
He had heard the entire racket in the hall and damned Maltby for deciding to come back so soon. Of course that’s how it would go though, wouldn’t it? Mrs. Drama Queen would never have it any other way then what would put her temper in the limelight. He even cracked half of a smile when he heard her palm slap his face. At least he wouldn’t be the only one suffering with that.
And then the voice of the Cop. Chelios had considered getting up and intervening for poor Malt until he heard that woman switch gears into that simpering French damsel she portrayed herself to be. Most men couldn’t resist that phase of her and then everything was all right.
Chelios sighed and closed his eyes when Maltby stomped into the room.
"What the friggin hell was that about?" Kirk snapped.
"Hmm," Chelios groaned hoping that Kirk would just disappear. He didn’t take his arm off his face.
"Hmmm?" Kirk said in a mock of Chris, "You know! I’m sure you friggin heard that. Who was that bitch anyway? Wasn’t that Roy’s woman? What the hell is she doing here?"
"Kirk," Chris said with a sigh, "Why would I know? And that probably wasn’t even her."
"Yeah how many French wenches are there that look like Mademoiselle Roy wandering around this hotel," Kirk said sarcastically. "Damn and she can hit like a Mo-Fo, what the....." There was a sudden pause from Kirk and Chelios frowned. "Heyyy!" Kirk’s voice was brighter, "what’s this?"
Before Chris could react, Maltby had leaned over him and snatched the bracelet off his stomach. "Kirk!" Chris exclaimed, "give that back that’s not..."
"Damn are these rocks real?" Kirk said, "Cute." He held it up, and peered at it, his eyes squinting. "This thing must have cost a fortune!"
"Kirk!" Chelios snapped holding out his hand.
"’My heart,’" Kirk read off the pendant, "’My soul, it is yours’ Jeez how romantic, awww, did you get this for Trace....." Kirk stopped himself and then lowering the bracelet into his hand he looked at Chris. "You wanted me out for the afternoon, I came back early. You wanted some privacy didn’t you? Because you were gonna give this to Mrs. Roy!"
"Kirk..." was all Chris could say, he dropped his hand to his side not even begging for it anymore. All he could do was damn that bratty tramp. All he had wanted was to make things right, why the hell couldn’t she understand that? How small was her brain that she couldn’t comprehend it?
Kirk sat down next to Chris on the bed, jostling him to the side. He giggled. "Damn she was pissed when I saw her, like a friggin wet pussy cat. What’s wrong? Didn’t put enough diamonds on it?"
"Shut the hell up!" Chris yelled and he grabbed the bracelet and ripped it from Kirk’s hand. He rolled the bracelet in his hand, closing it away from Kirk’s gaze.
Kirk was quiet for a moment and Chris didn’t look at him. "Hey," Kirk said in a serious voice. "Man you really feel bad don’t ya? You really feel this strong about her? Shit I had no idea! When did this start? I’m sorry man, look I’ll stop teasing, you can talk to me. What’s wrong?"
Chris sighed thinking of those annoying narrowed eyes of hers, and that annoying way she frowned. "I can’t stand the woman, Kirk. I really can’t, she doesn’t listen, she doesn’t understand, she drives me fuckin CRAZY!"
"Sounds like you like her just fine," Kirk said.
"No I don’t!" Chris snapped. "I hate her!"
"Oh," Kirk replied. "So that bracelet is?"
"Hers," Chelios answered, "but she didn’t want it."
"Know what," Kirk said holding up his hands and standing up, "I’m confused and I don’t want to know. I may sue her though for nerve damage, my cheek is friggin numb!"
Chelios was just glad to hear Kirk drop the subject and he stared at the bracelet in his hand, wondering what the hell he was going to do with it now. Why wouldn’t she want it back? It had to be special for her it was expensive and engraved and everything. She had to have been missing it all of these years.
"Hey Chris," Maltby said. "Is it true that she can... you know..."
Chris scowled and looked at Kirk. "You know?"
"Yeah," Kirk said. "You know fit a guy’s entire di.."
"Shut the fuck up Kirk!" Chris snapped, "before I really kill you!"
Maltby rolled his eyes and flopped onto his bed kicking off his shoes and crossing his legs as he grabbed the remote control. As Kirk began channel surfing Chris dropped the bracelet into his duffel bag, deciding that he didn’t want to think about it anymore.
"One more thing," Kirk said and Chris rolled his eyes to the heavens. Why oh why of all people did he have to get stuck with the one guy who could never shut up!
"What?" Chris said as calmly as he could.
"The Cop said she was yelling ‘rape’ and shit," Maltby said without a hint of humor. "I mean Chris I love ya and all, but should I be worried?"
"No," Chris said. "You don’t need to worry."
"OK," Maltby said. "That’s a relief."
Chris leaned back on the bed and numbly watched the television set and impulsively he ran his finger along the scar on his throat. It tickled, and he thought of how her teeth had grazed it this time, there was no thin trickle of blood sliding from her lip. But her body had felt the same.
"Hey Kirk," Chris said closing his eyes and pressing his fingers on the scar.
"Yup," Kirk answered.
"Ever try to drown a cat?" he said.
"Nooo!" Kirk said in a startled voice. "Why the hell would you ask that?"
"Well it’s like this," Chris said. "Notice how people always put em in bags when they toss em in the river. Wouldn’t it be easier to just dunk em in a barrel, that sorta thing. But you can’t."
"Umm.." Kirk said in a worried and helpless voice.
"Cause if you just try to dunk the beast it’s claws will just rip you to shreds, it doesn’t matter how you’re holding it, it’ll wriggle free and slice you. Then it’ll jump out and run," Chris continued. "That’s why you have to make sure they’re trapped like in a bag before you do shit with them."
"Why even bother?" Kirk said, "I mean it’s just a cat, not worth that much trouble."
"I don’t know," Chris sighed, feeling the pain, the water on his arms. "I don’t know why I bother with anything to tell you the truth. Should’ve probably just shot the animal, would’ve been better for all of us in the long run."
Kirk sighed his eyes wide. "You’re really creeping me out man."
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