Climbing

Twelve walked up to where Calvo was standing and gazed up the long shaft, “we go up.” She said to him in no uncertain terms. Taking hold of the ladder the youthful guard swung out into the open air and slowly began her ascent.

Not wanting to be left behind Calvo hurriedly climbed after her. They climbed in silence, the rungs of the ladder were slippery and farther apart than normal, besides that, Calvo was more than a little distracted with how Twelve’ labia parted ever so slightly with each step up. He was getting hard just thinking about the soft flesh directly above him so he **** himself to look away.

He had often talked with some of the cons about what he would do if he ever got one of the guards alone. Well, here he was, alone with an unarmed, almost naked guard and he had done all of nothing to her.

Calvo smiled mockingly to himself as he stared back at the lovely sight directly above him. “Definitely not made for a man,” he mumbled, not even sure himself whether he was talking about the guards or the ladder.

Twelve let out a sharp cry that snapped Calvo out of his reverie. She had lost her footing and was now holding on by a single hand. Calvo could only watch as she struggled to climb back up, but it was no use, the ladder was too slippery. She let out another cry as her grip gave way and she fell the few feet between them, Calvo cursed in pain as her foot caught him square in the face, breaking his nose. At the last possible second she grabbed around his waist, nearly tearing him off the ladder.

“Can you get a hold of anything?” Calvo asked between curses, blood was now running freely from his nose but as long as he was supporting the both of them he couldn’t tend to his injury.

“I... I don’t think I can reach,” the now terrified guard whimpered.

Calvo looked around for something, anything that could help them. To his right was an indentation. Wrapping his left arm around the ladder as best he could Calvo cautiously placed his palm against the smooth surface. Just as had happened before the wall dissolved.

With a sight of relief the guard grabbed on to the precarious ledge, freeing him of her deadweight and allowing him to maneuver to safety. Once he was safe he reached down and helped Twelve climb out of the shaft.

“What the hell were you thinking?” Calvo yelled at the shaken guardswoman.

Tears began flowing down her face and fell to knees sobbing. “I don’t know what happened.” She choked, “when I went to reach for the next rung my hand went right through it.”

Calvo said nothing as he cradled his nose, attempting to stop the flow of blood. He didn’t know whether to believe her or not. In all seriousness with the pain shooting through his nose he really didn’t care whether she was lying or not.

“You’re hurt,” Twelve said, noticing his injury for the first time. She climbed back to her feet, “please let me take a look.”

“I think you’ve done enough already,” Calvo responded stubbornly. But she walked over to him and pulled his hands away. Calvo made no effort to resist as she tenderly touched his broken nose.

“It needs to be set or its going to heal crooked,” she informed him, placing his nose between both hands.

“What the hell are you…?” Calvo yelled in pain as the petite guardswoman wrenched his nose back into place. Calvo tried to push the guardswoman away but she had already taken a step back.

They sat in the hallway for several minutes as the pain in Calvo’s nose subsided to a tolerable level. Slowly he got to his feet, “Any idea where we are?”

“We are about eight decks up from where we started, still quite a ways away from where the Eighteen and the Lieutenant should be.” She responded. “Actually, if I had to make a guess I would say that we in a section of the ship that contains living quarters.” She emphasized her point by tapping the softly carpeted floor with her foot.

Calvo looked around, grudgingly admitting that she was probably correct. Whereas the previous deck they were on was sparse, this deck was actually quite comfortable. The walls were primarily a dull with subdued lighting overhead. There were also a lot more doors lining the corridor, and all along the outer wall there looked to be windows.

“Did you want to keep going up?” Twelve asked.

“It’s you’re show, but if it’s were up to me I would explore this deck first. Maybe the lifts are functioning up here.”