Let Me Go

Merlin groaned again.

That yank had been painful, and he really didn’t like the way the ape dragged him. He squirmed violently, trying hard to get help but this time two gorillas took hold of the chains from Valhalla. “Valhalla how intriguing I didn’t know you had desire for a lap or companion dog,” he noted rather interested. “I heard six hundred. Do I hear seven?”

He pulled hard as shouts came in every direction. Eventually it had already hit eight hundred. “I heard eight do I hear nine?” He shouted rather loudly. “Come on folks, don’t be shy! Imagine this beautiful piece on your lap. And letting him go for anything under 1k is just sad!”

The auctioneer was finding this most interesting.

He knew no one was going over 1k though if he were being honest. And he might have felt bad giving him to Valhalla, if it were anything but a Renegade. “Well you could do worse than this one. So cute,” he noted rather snidely. “Do I hear any more than one thousand for the premium specimen? Going once... Twice.”

The gorilla’s were already bringing him to Val. At which point Merlin started to cry out. Hell no, no way was he anyone’s pet. “Come now, no one? No one at all?” The auctioneer Noted loudly as greedy as ever.

“Alright, and the winning bid goes to...!”

The shackles went off and so did Merlin. Immediately he delivered another headbutt to the nads and made a run for it. This time there was nothing to stop him either as he sprinted as quickly as he could out of the black market with two apes on his tail.

He startled several apes as he ran. Practically shoving one over in his running. He’d just made it to the outside when he suddenly ran right into something big, furry, and red. “Hault! God’s sake! You little mutt! You know better than to run,” he felt one of the gorilla’s yank him up violently. “You didn’t even let them finish the sale! Probably all sorts of anarchy.”

As he cornered the child, the ape turned to see Nikita - oh god. The child had run into a royal - Kratos would have his head. Assuming she knew about the Black Market he lowered his voice. “I apologize your majesty. This one made a break for it from the black market. It seems to believe being a good, useful lap dog or companion is beneath him,” he snorted. “Should have known better. Like a Renegade child is going to take this easily.”

He hadn’t made a move to grab the boy yet. Figuring the queen may wish to deal her own punishment for slamming into her even on accident. Meanwhile the boy was trembling at the massive size of the orangutan, given he was very tiny in comparison. He was trying very hard not to loose his mind, or piss his pants for that matter.

Zaius plucks the human by the back of his shirt, chuckling in amusement. He glaces over to Nikita, then back at Merlin. "Where do you think you're going little child?" He hears Vahalla bolting over. He wiggles Merlin in the air. "Lose something? How unfortunate," he grins coldly, dropping him by Nikita. "Can't keep track of them, you don't deserve him. I see no collar, must be free game." He was ready to prevent Vahalla from coming over.

Wait fair game?

What was this with suddenly everyone treating him like property. He tried to scream out something but again, that damn injury just made it hurt. “Well, he didn’t exactly officially complete the bid. The human got away before he could,” the gorilla noted as the boy yelped from being plucked up and set down. “So I guess the bid still stands at one thousand. If either of you are thinking of buying. We should do this quick before we garner attention.”

The boy continued to attempt to speak up. “Lord chill out... Don’t worry he talks he just suffered some damage to his neck,” he said with a groan. “We’ve been trying to get him to stop trying to talk while he heals. But either way. I’m sure he’d be fun - a little spirited. But nothing some obidience training can’t help.”

Nikita was on her own this time, a few bodyguards were near just concealed from the site. Even a sniper within the trees. She hears a commotion. She gently lowers a camera she was using to take pics of the foreign ecosystem.

She glances over to the two that were scurrying out, not even that close wherever the hidden entrance was. She wasn't in the mood to deal with grumpy or irked apes. Then a child bashed into her. She became puzzled, glimpsing down. A child? With broken shackles?

She looks over at the handler and glares. "Black market? You're working for such horrendous, dark dealing? Pah, you're this isn't my home," she snorts, peering over at Zaius. She places her hands on the kid. "1,100," she states, grimacing over at the two. "I can't believe a council member helps."