Wacko Meets Doctor | alyceeve
”OUCH!” I felt something hit me on the head making me see stars. Those pesky chickens were in the way of my fight and their screeching did not help any. Apparently the pesky chicken on my head decided to tangle it’s leg into my long silvery hair. I wonder if we can still fight in these conditions… Although they were troublesome she did not want to stop her fight with the doctor. I tried to untangle the chicken from my hair while shooing away the chickens on the ground.
“Mista A, this is quite a battle field, don’t cha’ think?” I joked, trying to make the best of the current situation.
Due to the doctor’s current lack of merriment, he only managed to force a dry laugh at their predicament—he had to struggle to hear her over the cacophony of “wras”, “wros”, and “wroas”. Feathers, including the filth they held, stuck to his clothing. He wasn’t so much inclined to fight as he was to rid himself of the damned birds. There was very little place to step, let alone to move. How he was about to trip on a chicken, of all things, was beyond him, but he did and he had enough.
’Черт возьми!’
Mr A rarely ever raised his voice, let alone cursed. A pistol slid into his palm and he fired into the ceiling, creating enough noise to frighten the birds away from him. A few seconds later, the ticket-man dashed in and opened the door, wailing as the chickens flowed out and escaped into the narrow corridors. A few screams followed.
I heard Mista A shout something, didn’t understand a word, but I did hear the gun shot after. A bright light filled the room as the door was opened. The ticket-man wailed and gave me a glare when he saw me. I may have been useful, but they knew I was just as troublesome. I gave a sheepish smile and waved. He scowled at me even more. I just pointed to the running chickens that were scratching the floor and peeking the windows. Making him turn and start chasing them. I laughed, it looked so funny! They would jump over his head and run away every time he got close.
“Should we help him or just walk away and pretend none of this happened?” I asked Mista A, as I turned to him. My hair must have been a mess and the one chicken was still there up this point. My arms were full of scratch marks and no doubt would leave a few marks that would take a while to ever go away.
The physician had to admit catching a glimpse of Ms Lestrade’s wordless exchange with the ticket-man was amusing. Funny, even. The ghost of a smile quirked the corners of his lips upwards as his legs followed and he pushed himself to his feet. A soft chuckle escaped his lips as he tangled the bird out of her hair as best humanly possible and set the creature free out the window.
‘I have doubts for the latter, specially because he has seen our faces. But we can give it a try. Come; I need to see to those scratches.’
He ushered the young lady out of the baggage compartment and into his own, just as a small crowd was beginning to gather. Even if he behaved as though he had nothing to do with the incident, the evidence was clear. They had feathers all over them, as well as the smell of gunpowder.
Another ticket-man opened his mouth to take them in for questioning, but Mr A snapped him a glare. Somewhere in that look was a silent agreement that all inquiries were to come for later, and thus, he and Ms Lestrade were given right of passage. The physician secured the doors behind them, only to face a rather terse Kate Joss on one of the seats. It was clear she wanted an explanation.
He sighed and ran a hand through his hair. ‘It appears we’ll meet a constable once we reach Marylebone, after all.’
