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Whumptober Day 6: Caught in a Net (Biggles)
I have something written for day 5, but I'm struggling a bit with edits, so I figured I'd skip ahead to this one for today.
No. 6: “No grave can hold my body down.”
Caught in a Net | Medical Restraints | Pinned to the Wall
Biggles books, Team Air Police, gen, 400 wds
Also on Tumblr
"Absolutely unbelievable," Algy said, as the net rotated slowly some fifteen feet above the forest floor. "Good show, can't wait 'til Biggles hears about this one. Bertie, get your elbow out of my ear."
"Sorry, old boy, that's not mine."
"Whose is it then?!" He tried to squirm into a more comfortable position, or at least some angle that didn't have his head as the lowest part of his body. "Ginger, if that's your boot on my - ow! face, move it."
"Can't," Ginger said, twisting in a way that pushed Algy's head even lower, pressing his cheek against the net.
"Ow! What are you doing?"
"Trying to get to my penknife and cut us out of here!"
The net had snapped shut around all three of them and catapulted them into the air. They were now in a tangled mass, confined so tightly that they could barely move. Algy was flattened under the other two, Ginger seemed to be the only one with any freedom of movement at all, and lord only knew what Bertie was doing, Algy certainly didn't want to.
"Aha," Bertie said in triumph, and there was a ripping sound and suddenly Algy found himself in freefall. He clutched wildly at the net that he had been cursing a minute ago, but his fingers ripped through the strands and the three of them tumbled in a pained tangle to the forest floor.
There was a stunned moment when everyone lay still, and then began sorting themselves out, muttering and clutching at bruises.
"What happened?" Algy asked, sitting up and rubbing the side of his head. "Did it break under our weight?"
"With a little help from the old sword cane," Bertie said cheerfully. He was slipping the blade back into the cane's staff. Algy stared; it was a miracle none of them had been stabbed in the fall.
"I thought that was just a, er, new accessory you picked up lately," Algy said, carefully avoiding mention of who exactly Bertie might have been inspired by.
"Stylish, what? But it also has twelve inches of good Damascus steel in it. Just a bit of the old snick-snick, and we're back to the races."
Algy looked at Ginger.
"Okay, yeah, we're probably not telling Biggles about this," Ginger said.
No. 6: “No grave can hold my body down.”
Caught in a Net | Medical Restraints | Pinned to the Wall
Biggles books, Team Air Police, gen, 400 wds
Also on Tumblr
"Absolutely unbelievable," Algy said, as the net rotated slowly some fifteen feet above the forest floor. "Good show, can't wait 'til Biggles hears about this one. Bertie, get your elbow out of my ear."
"Sorry, old boy, that's not mine."
"Whose is it then?!" He tried to squirm into a more comfortable position, or at least some angle that didn't have his head as the lowest part of his body. "Ginger, if that's your boot on my - ow! face, move it."
"Can't," Ginger said, twisting in a way that pushed Algy's head even lower, pressing his cheek against the net.
"Ow! What are you doing?"
"Trying to get to my penknife and cut us out of here!"
The net had snapped shut around all three of them and catapulted them into the air. They were now in a tangled mass, confined so tightly that they could barely move. Algy was flattened under the other two, Ginger seemed to be the only one with any freedom of movement at all, and lord only knew what Bertie was doing, Algy certainly didn't want to.
"Aha," Bertie said in triumph, and there was a ripping sound and suddenly Algy found himself in freefall. He clutched wildly at the net that he had been cursing a minute ago, but his fingers ripped through the strands and the three of them tumbled in a pained tangle to the forest floor.
There was a stunned moment when everyone lay still, and then began sorting themselves out, muttering and clutching at bruises.
"What happened?" Algy asked, sitting up and rubbing the side of his head. "Did it break under our weight?"
"With a little help from the old sword cane," Bertie said cheerfully. He was slipping the blade back into the cane's staff. Algy stared; it was a miracle none of them had been stabbed in the fall.
"I thought that was just a, er, new accessory you picked up lately," Algy said, carefully avoiding mention of who exactly Bertie might have been inspired by.
"Stylish, what? But it also has twelve inches of good Damascus steel in it. Just a bit of the old snick-snick, and we're back to the races."
Algy looked at Ginger.
"Okay, yeah, we're probably not telling Biggles about this," Ginger said.
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PROBABLY ACCURATE. (He would have rescued them eventually, good thing they got out on their own before he got himself together and came to do something about it ...)
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