Cocky shifted his hands a bit and the chain around Blackjack’s neck got a little tighter. Blackjack tried to loosen it up, but he couldn’t reach it. His own hands were attached to a chain now, and that chain was firmly lodged under Cocky’s knee, keeping Blackjack’s hands unable to reach his own neck.
“I am giving you the privilege of witnessing your own death, instead of killing you while you were unconscious.” Cocky snarled under his breath. His rage was so big he only kept it under control to not make things easier for Blackjack. “I am also giving you the privilege of looking at your killer in the eyes, instead of simply setting up a trap for you and letting others do the dirty work. You don’t even deserve this, you sniveling coward,” the lagomorph twisted the chain a little more. “But I’m going to get killed soon as well, and I’m feeling generous.”
Blackjack kept struggling violently to move under Cocky and trying to talk, but only a strangled sound came from him. Cocky started smiling as he saw the hare in pain and oxygen desperation.
Cocky started crying without even noticing, lost in a maelstrom of emotions too big to handle or control. He was aware he was heading to a mental breakdown again, but he didn’t particularly care. It would be deliciously ironic if the Khail paid to get their hands on him so they could tear him apart, and found he had already gone to pieces. Cocky twisted his hands again, thinking it would be over soon.
Suddenly Blackjack’s hands could reach his own hands, and he witnessed his enemy’s futile attempts to free the chain. He smiled a little bit, for he knew Blackjack would never make him let go in that weakened state. But Blackjack wasn’t trying. He was attempting to touch something under Cocky’s shackles. A click, a twist, a whirr, and to his surprise, suddenly the lagomorph’s hands were free. He was so astonished that he didn’t even notice Blackjack’s leg coming alive under him, coiling around his neck and slamming him down backwards. Cocky saw stars of all colors and shapes, but had enough wits left to roll away. There was not a lot of room in the cage, but he retreated as far as he could, trying to stop seeing double, and when he finally did, he saw Blackjack trying to get out of the embrace of the chain, coughing heavily. He got rid of it,Cocky’s shackles hanging on the end, and started circling it in the air, menacingly, as he struggled to get his breath back.
“Ya… need me,” Blackjack coughed in a raspy voice. “I know how… g-get out…”
The lagomorph took a step back and waited for the hare to get a coughing fit. Predictably enough, this happened after a few seconds, and Cocky simply took two steps forward and snatched the chain away from Blackjack. He firmly planted a bare foot on the hare’s chest, and kicked so hard Blackjack bounced on the unbreakable glass. His legs folded under him and he went down. Cocky had the chain now, and he would use it if Jack tried to get near him, but he had no clue what to do next. He was torn between the desire to kill Blackjack and find a way to escape. Also, he realized that the noise of a fight would attract unwanted attention.
“Bastards… gonna sell us both…” Blackjack had another coughing fit. “Dun let ‘em.”
Cocky looked at Blackjack without any pity. “Open the door, if you know how, then. Personally I think you’re lying.”
“Can’t,” Blackjack said with a croaky voice. “Need… free.” He shook his own chains.
Cocky huffed, incensed. “I could make you tell me. Maybe it’s my turn to torture you while you’re chained down. See how that feels.”
Blackjack looked at him without fear and smiled. “Mebbe. If you don’t fall asleep first.” He pointed up, where a green smoke was slowly leaking out of a tube.
Cocky felt his heart drop to his feet and advanced to free Blackjack O’Hare.