A(N) R'N R STORY: IN THE MOMENT

In the moment
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I was carried away, taken up within the chair to the dining room, and placed before the plate. My fingers stretched towards the knife barely in reach, quickly tipping it into my hand and running it against the ropes. A more portly goon walked in, grasping a handbag of sorts and placing it on the table, he was humming something cheerily. One of the bastards grabbed open my mouth and held out my tongue towards the ravenous butcher. The clinging and clanging of small knives and utensils drowned out the friction between the blade and the ropes. As the goons held onto my arms, the executioner rolled out some tools, all more gruesome then the last, but in my surprise I felt the rope snap. My eyes looked down to my wrist and then up to the guard. I brought my arm up and knocked the greaser off me, and as the lad behind me gripped and held my head straight, the knife sang and then was set on its trail into the man behind me exposed chaff. I heard a scream of pain and couldn’t help but laugh, at least, before they a fist struck me across the jaw. Once that was over with, they went back into subduing me again for my tongue removal. But that wasn’t the worst part, they were going to have at my tonsils and my lungs too if they got far enough with out the anesthetic. Good bye voice I concluded, as the portly cow reared in with very large tweezers, it clamped onto me and I closed my eyes unable to watch. Suddenly I heard something come from the other room. KNOCK-KNOCK¬-The guards signaled to hold off the proceeding; turning towards the door “Introduce yourself…” A gruff voice answered with laugh, and it busted open with splintered wood and fallen henchmen, a huge man in a pink jump suit was caught in my eye “MARTIN!” he called, a bowling bag held tightly with his one good arm, while the other was only a rolled up sleeve pined to his shoulder. “Nnngh!” I screamed with my mouth full. Two henchmen ran over and I saw one of them just as easily hurled backwards onto the coffee table, the other had an arm as heavy as a log knock him on his ass. The dark men left my side, and surrounded Branden ready to brandish their fists in combat. The only guy’s left was the one in the corner trying to arm a machine pistol and the inquisitor. The man with the tweezers in my mouth leaned over to me and winked, as much as I wouldn’t mind a little flirtation, I honestly didn’t know what to make of the gesture. Especially once he left the clamp in my mouth and began to remove his coat. The hat and scarf were thrown over the table to reveal man with a mop hair do and beard like Santa clause, with thick dark sunglasses held tightly against his eyes. The cloak was thrown over the shocked gunman next to me and he struggled to get from under it. Meanwhile, the man in the pink jumpsuit began spinning the bag, its extra long straps gave it a good reach and became quite dangerous to have around a room sure to fall to pieces. They moved an inch and the pink man swung up in an upper cut, launching the bowling ball to strike at the heart of group, it carried them onto the ground like pins in a strike. “Alright, who’s next…?” the man in the pink jumpsuit said satisfied, breathing heavily, all that was left was the little henchman suddenly free from the cloak with his armed weapon in hand. The bearded gentlemen only had to reach out his hand, it cackled with energy, fizzling with ribbons of electricity quickly concentrating into a focal point that was the palm of his hand. Only to disperse, like a sonic boom, disintegrating his opponent in an instant puff of smoke. Unfortunately some of it had gotten its way into my lungs, leaving me to spit out the utensil in a fit of hacking “Thank you Merlin…thanks a lot….” I swept away the smoke with my free hand.
“Yah, the uhh, the dust got into my shades too,” Merlin spoke in that cool breeze voice  “I’ll have to check where I’m aiming, my Uhh…my postreaction, you know, the next time you get captured…” he scratched his head eyeing the ceiling in a casual way “Which won’t be far off from now...” he was obviously in another plain of existence, sensing something in the wind and scratching his round barrel shaped stomach “You don’t suppose they have a bar around here… maybe I can get a drink before we go…”
“No Mel, we don’t have time…” Jeff told him, taking out my hanker chief and dusting off my trousers “I’ll help dude,” said the pink gent, dusting me off “God damn disintegration…”
“I’m fine, Jeff, just check on him…” I motioned to Branden, the slow scratch of Merlin’s slippers as he slowly trudged in his bathrobe prickled my ears. I was picking up a the draft “Merlin Darling, could you shut that window..,” He was examining a bowl of nuts on the small nightstand beside him, he took a few pieces, gave them a whiff and then placed them in his mouth.
“Who is this guy…” Jeff asked, l tried to look over from the entanglement I was cutting.  
“Is he alright?” Jeff nodded distantly.
“Yah, who is he…”
“A friend,” my answer as I unwrapped my wrist. I tried to ignore Jeff's look of surprise as I got to my feet “Come on chap, move him so we can get downstairs…” he tipped the chair forward and tried to signal Merlin for help
“Ehy…a little help…” Currently, Merlin was rolling something around in his mouth; he had a slight look of disgust, hard to tell really for his lack of expression
“Merlin,” I called him
“No,” he snapped to attention, his mouth full “No good…”
The thought occurred to me that this statement was important for some reason “Very nice work on evaluating the nuts, now, could you help dear Jeff here,” I waived to him
“Noh, der’ous’ide,” Merlin babbled, waving his finger like a mad man. A bullet hole busted through the window-SKIISSH-fallowed by six more coming in two at a time.
“Quickly, we have to get moving…” I took the other end of the chair and we began to head out of the door.