Blue Past Prologue

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The untold story of Wheezy (a.k.a Jacob Graves)...

Prologue

A female Toon weasel runs through the town of Salem. A bundle is in her arms, and the smell of smoke, turpentine, acid, and benzene in her nose. She has blue fur, cloudy blue eyes, and coal-black hair.

She looks around desperately, when the chants, 'Burn the Siren! Burn the Siren!' fill the air. The infant in her arms cries. "Hush little one," She whispers. She strokes her son's tuft of hair and tries not to cry herself. Her mate should've been here by now. The chants were getting louder.

If they got too close, she and her child were done for.

"Samantha!"

She turns to see...Foghorn Leghorn running towards her. "What's happening?! I passed by the Toon church 'n' they were callin' you a Siren!" He asks. Samantha nods and says, "It's too complicated to explain! Just...just please, take Jacob away!"
"Where?" The rooster asks as the blue female gives him the whimpering infant.

"Anywhere," Samantha sounds desperate, "The city, the sea, the mountains...anywhere! Just get him as far away from Salem as you can!"
Foghorn nods and says, "A'ight, he'll be safe, ma'am. I guarentee it." Tears gush from Samantha's eyes. "Thank you," she sighs, "Thank you so much." Foghorn nods and runs out of town. As his white, bulky form disappears, Samantha hears, "There she is!"

Samantha closes her eyes and turns around. An enormous crowd is running towards her. They are all people she'd grown up with, Toons and humans alike. She even recognizes the father of her son, the weasel who'd promised to marry her. And now, he was charging towardsher with knives, DIP, and fire.

Not to torture. To kill.

But they will not be pleased to see that her son is gone. "Down with Nicola." She whispers.

Then, they reach her.

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I know this is somewhat short after so long of not writing, but caution. This story is rated PG-13, and has some pretty deep meaning and symbolism in it. Let's see if any of you can pick anything up.

Chapter 1: Physco's POV

Heeeheehee!

I couldn't stop gigglin' as our van zoned t'wards da runaway dame. She'd stolen some bread from da grocery store, and da second Boss yelled at 'er, she'd gasped 'n' started runnin' 'way. 'Course, it ended in a wild chase.

I couldn't stop flickin' my razor. I dunno why, but wit' da situation, da silver seemed ta fit. I giggled 'n' poked my head outta da window. "Hey!" Boss pulled me back in, "Didya forcase* (*forget) what 'appened last time ya put yer head outta da window? Ya got a bee in yer nose!"
"It stuuuuuuuuuuuung!" I whimpered 'n' rubbed my nose. Bad memory. Baaaaad.

Wheezy humped 'n' dropped 'is gun. 'E opened da car door 'n' said, "Should I, Boss?"
Boss grinned, "She's all yers!"
Wheezy grinned 'n' jumped outta da car. We stopped 'n' climbed out; y'know, just in case she tried ta get 'way 'r somethin'. Wheeze toppled on da runnin' dame an' pinned 'er arms b'hind 'er back. She didn't protest 'r hide 'r nothin'; she just kinda lay dere like a zombie. She didn't even pull away from Wheezy when 'e pulled 'er up.

"Under da Toon law, we arrest ya fer stealin' bread from da local gross-ery. Got any last words?" Boss asked, holdin' 'is badge out. I came up b'hind Greasy 'n' took a good look at da thief; she was a Toon bird, maybe a raven, wit' grayin' messy hair coverin' 'er face. She was wearin' a torn blue dress 'n' a moth-eaten sweata' dat 'ad burned ends.

She looked at us, like she couldn't see us. Den, she looked at Wheezy's arm clutchin' 'er. Den, she looked at Wheezy. Now she reacted; she leaned f'rward 'n' touched 'is face, "...Jacob?"
Wheezy pulled 'is face away from da raven's wing, "Do I know ya?"

"We never truly know anyone in this wretched world." Da dame whispered, pullin' 'er wing away. She sounded crazy. Like me. I dunno why, but dat made me giggle. Greasy slapped me on da head b'fore I could get too carried away.
"I did know your mother, though." Da raven whispered. We were all starin' at 'er now. Wheezy's eyes were huge, "Whaddoya mean, knew?"

"She found herself in the flames of hatred and jealousy in the fireplace of courtship." Da raven sounded like a talkin' fortune cookie. Just tryin' ta unda'stand what she was babblin' 'bout made my head hurt. Wheeze grabbed 'er by da shoulders, "Spit it out!"

"All in time..." Da raven closed 'er eyes 'n' fainted. "Duh, is she OK?" Stupid asked. "Whaddoya t'ink, skullhead?!" Boss snapped, "We gotta get dis chick ta da hospital, an' fast! A dead bird don't look too good on my r'port!"

~*~

We stood in da hall, waitin', til Raffiki showed up. "So how's da cuervo?" Greasy asked. Raffiki shook 'is head 'n' said, "I apologize, weasels, but...it was too much."
Boss 'n' Greasy didn't look too troubled, but b'fore I could start gettin' sad, I imagined da ol' bird gaspin' 'n' droppin' dead, X's formin' in 'er eyes.

I fell on da floor laughin'. "Hey, quit laughin'!" Boss kicked me in da ribs, while Raffiki just stared at me. As I rose 'gain 'n' adjusted my hair, Wheeze walked t'wards us wit' a grim expression. "Duh, whatsa mattu', Wheezy?" Stupid asked. Wheezy shook 'is head, an' when 'e looked at us, 'e had tears in 'is eyes.

"She...knew my ma...an' now she's dead."

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Chapter 2: Smart Guy's POV

Dat night, I tried ta sleep. Really, I did. But it just wasn't 'appenin'. Fer* (*for) one, Wheezy was bowlin'* (*bawling) in 'is room, an' I'd like ta say da volume was low!
"SHADDUP!" I t'rew da plate from last night's dinna' (I gotta work sometimes in my room, gotta problem wit' dat?!). O'course, it didn't help. Dat's why I d'cided ta go ta Plan B: B & E.

Dat's Breakin' 'n' Enterin'.

I yanked 'is door open 'n' nearly puked. It smelled like smoke 'n' ol' clothes, plus unwashed fur. "Couldya please shaddup?" I slapped my paws ova' my nose, "And maybe take a showa'?"

"Go away, boss!" Da lump in da bed screamed, all muffl'd unda' da covers. I sighed 'n' marched t'wards da covers. I slapped 'im 'n' said, "Look, if ya keep it up, I ain't gonna look too good. Neida'* (*nether) will ya. So couldya please zip it?"
"Oh, am I botherin' you, boss?" 'E pushed da cova's away 'n' glared at me.

I took a step back. 'E looked five years olda', wit' an unshaved face 'n' even redder eyes dan usual. "Shaddup? What d'you know, anyway?" 'E was pointin' at me, "Ya 'ave no idea what it's like not knowin' my past! Not knowin' my folks' names, der faces, my home..." 'Is voice broke, 'n' 'e looked away.

"Just...just get outta my room!" 'E shouted.
Glad ta. I scrambled outta dere 'n slammed da door b'hind me. OK, I know I shoulda 'ad more guts, bein' a leader 'n' all, but Wheeze was freakin' me out. Da way 'e'd talked, pointed at me...it was like somebody replacin' 'im wit' a robot.

Ah, well. 'Least 'e'd stopped cryin'.

~*~

In fact, I dunno why, but when I woke up at 2:00 in da mornin' feelin' somethin' was wrong. Wheezy's room was imperakably* (*impeccably) quiet.
Too quiet.

I climbed outta bed again (dis couldn't be healthy!) 'n' knocked on 'is door. "Wheeze, open up."
Nothin'.
I knocked again, louda'. "Wheeze!" I knocked 'gain b'fore fin'lly lettin' myself in.

I was greeted by a cold breeze. "Tell me ya didn't..." I looked outta da window, where da sheets were tied like a rope. "PLEASE TELL ME YA DIDN'T!" I ran outta da room 'n' inta Greasy's. I switched on da light.
"C-che?" 'E blinked 'is eyes at me. "Boss, lo que está pasando?" I tossed 'is green coat 'n' straightened my PJ's, "Round up Physco 'n' Stupid. We gotta find Wheezy."

~*~

Physco started gigglin' like crazy by da time we reached da riva' bed. "Whatsa matta' now, Physco?" Greasy grumbled as 'e drove. "Wheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeze...." Physco giggled.
"WHAT?!" Greasy slammed on da breaks. We ran outta da car 'n' looked around.

"WHERE?" I shouted at Physco. "Duh, is that him?" Stupid pointed ta da edge. Sure 'nough, Wheezy was wavin' back 'n' forth like a flag. "Yes that's 'im! C'mon!" I dragged Physco by da colla' 'n' ran t'wards Wheezy.

Da dude came close ta fallin', but Greasy grunted 'n' grabbed 'im by da colla'. Da second 'e was on da ground, Wheezy started kickin' 'n' punchin'. Greasy pinned 'im down by da shoulders. "Hey, Wheezy, cut it out!" I shouted.
"HoMe...SaLeM...SaLeM!" He screamed, 'is eyes shut. Greasy stopped keepin' 'im down 'n' peered at 'im. "Boss," 'e looked up at me, "He's sleepwalking."

A second lata', Wheezy gasped 'n' opened 'is eyes. 'E blinked sev'ral times 'n' looked around. "Where...am I?" 'E asked. "Duh, Wheezy, what's Salem?" Stupid asked.
Wheezy frowned, "What?"
"Dat's what you were sayin'. You were sayin', 'home, Salem'." Stupid said. I coulda sworn 'e was expectin' a medal. Wheezy looked down 'n' looked all t'oughtful. When 'e looked up, I dunno what was in 'is eyes. It kinda looked like...hope.

"Salem...dat's where I'm from." 'E smiled.

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Chapter 3: Wheezy's POV

I spent nearly two days convincin' Boss ta let us drive ta Salem. I just had ta know where I was from...who I was. I really don't t'ink any of 'em undastood* (*understood) what I was feelin'. Boss was from Brooklyn, Grease was from Mazatlan, Mexico, Stupid was from Denver, an' Physco was from Gaitlin.

Me, I just didn't know. I'd spent my life in da orphanage, 'til I started smokin' at 12 an' ran away.

Neva' mind. I'm gettin' off track. Da point is, we were on da road fer* (*for) Salem by da end o' da t'ird day. 'Course, it wasn't an easy journey; from L.A. ta Salem? Ugh.

It was hell.
Greasy spent all da time lookin' at 'is magazines 'n' readin' da details out loud, Boss yelled at 'im fer* (*for) it, Stupid got carsick, 'n' Physco got more 'n' more disturbed along da way. Da first night, 'e started cryin' in 'is sleep, da next 'e literally screamed, and by da t'ird night, da swirls in 'is eyes sometimes changed from white, yellow 'n' blue ta red, orange, 'n' white. Wheneva' dat 'appened, 'e curled up in a ball 'n' refused ta move.


"I really hope ya find watch* (*what) yer lookin' for," Boss muttered ta me on da fourth mornin', "'Cuz I'm losin' my paitence."
I rolled my eyes. Like Boss 'ad any paitence.

"Indeed, amigo, we've very nearly arrived," Greasy pointed ta da map. Boss humphed 'n' chewed on 'is cigar. I did da same wit' my cigarettes 'n' looked 'round.
"Duh, didn't we just pass that barn?" Stupid asked, pointin' at da window. "Huh?" I frowned 'n' stuck my 'ead outta da window. Sure enough, da same barn flew by.

But how...?

I growled. "Greasy..."
"¿Qué?" 'E asked, lookin' up from da map. "If we're goin' da wrong way, I'm gonna chop yer head off." I said. Boss' eyes narrowed. If dere was one t'ing 'e hated, was bein' forced ta drive more dan necessary. Greasy noted Boss' dangerous glare 'n' said, "I am just following da mappa. It said, 'take four lefts'."

"FOUR LEFTS," Boss was screamin', "IS A CIRCLE, YA SHMUCK!" I sighed 'n' turned my attention ta da front of us.

A Toon weasel was standin' in da middle o' da road!

"BOSS!" I screamed. "Huh?" Boss turned 'n' gasped. "YIKES!" 'E slammed on da breaks. It sent da van goin' round in circles, right at 'er! We all screamed; da weasel just blocked 'er face wit' 'er paws. Before my very eyes, our van went through 'er 'n' skidded down da road.

We slammed inta' a tree, an' da safety bag blew in my face. But not b'fore da weasel's face flashed in my mem'ry 'gain.

She'd looked like me.

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Chapter 4: Greasy's POV

Oi, Carumba! That hurt!
I moaned 'n' raised my head, takin' my hat off for a momento ta tuck my hair back inta place. It took me a second ta realize I was lyin' on da side o' da van; it'd been lopsided! I got ta my feet 'n' dusted my coat. "Amigos!" I shouted, "Are y'all alright?"
"Well," Boss' voice came from da front, "'part from bein' sinned* (*pinned) down by da roof, I'M FINE!"
I gulped 'n' ran outta da van. Stupid 'n' Physco were gettin' up from da ground 'n' lookin' 'round, so I guess they were bien. I made a beeline for da front 'n' called, "Boss! Wheezy!"

There were moans in reply. I pulled da door open 'n' looked inside. Wheezy was rubbin' 'is shoulder while Boss was lookin' at a tear in ''is suit. Boss saw me 'n' snapped, "Well don't just stand dere! Help us out!"
"Si Boss! Of course, Boss!" I said, holdin' my arms out. Wheezy grabbed 'em 'n' I pulled 'im out. Once 'e was out, we both helped Boss outta da car. "Well dat went like a dream," Boss mumbled as 'e adjusted 'is hat.

"Duh, it did?" Stupid asked. We all rolled 'r eyes 'n' looked 'round. Da place was a creepshow. Dere was a t'ick fog ev'rywhere we looked, an' even t'ough there were huge buildin's surroundin' us, nobody was aroun'. I looked 'round b'fore seein' a sign dat said, 'Welcome to Toon Salem'.
In fact, now dat it mention 'Toon' Salem, I noticed da buildin's were drawn.

"Well," Boss straightened 'is jacket, "What now, genius? Ya wanted ta come 'ere." Wheezy shifted 'is weight 'n' lit anotha' cig. "I...I don't know, Boss." 'E said. Physco shrieked 'n' fell on 'is back, slammin' 'is heels 'gainst da pavement. 'E clutched 'is head like 'e was afraid it would fly off, 'n' 'is eyes changed color. 'E whimpered 'n' cried.

"Whatsa mattu' now, Physco?" Boss d'manded. "B-big...fire...burn...BURN!" Physco cried 'n' 'id 'is eyes b'hind 'is sleeves. I reached for 'im 'n' tried ta say somethin', but b'fore I could, Physco clasped my paw wit' 'is.
I gasped 's my nose filled wit' da smell o' smoke...

"Nick! Nick please! Help me!" A female weasel screams as two Toon rats tie her to a wooden pole. A gray weasel, younger than he looks, refuses to look her in the eye and says, "The Siren has been captured! And now, she will no longer tempt our good townsfolk!" Another female weasel, bright pink this time, coos and runs her fingers through his black hair, "Indeed, we burn the Siren, we vanquish evil!"
"WE HAVE A SON!" The blue weasel screams, "HOW COULD YOU ABANDON HIM LIKE THIS?!"
"A son," The pink female sneers before raising her voice to the angry mob, "He's the Devil's offspring! Once we finish with the Siren, the boy will be burned as well!" She turns to her mate with a grim smile, handing him a torch, "Would you do the honours, dear heart?"
"With pleasure," He takes the torch from her and, with one last look at the desperate blue weasel, lights the firewood surrounding her. Her whimps change to wails that change to screams as the flames lick at her furry ankles...

I gasped an' tore my paw from Physco's, fallin' ta my knees. I heard m'self gaspin' 'n' ran a paw t'rough my hair. "Are y'all OK?" Boss frowned 'n' cocked 'is 'ead at us, "Ya look like ya just saw a ghost."
"Yeah, well," I gasped, "We kinda did."

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Chapter 5: Wheezy's POV

By da time we'd finished explorin', we'd 'eard da whole story. 'Parrently, a blue Toon weasel'd been burned fer bein' a Siren 'r somethin'. If ya ask me, dat's a pretty pat'etic way o' passin' on; almost 's lame 's laughin' ta death.

Anyway, afta' an hour o' explorin', we concluded dat nobody was around. Well, 'least in dat area. We could hear humans goin' 'bout der own business in da human side o' Salem.

Yeah, weasel hearin' is dat good.

"Dat's it," Boss put 'is revolver back in 'is coat 'n' started walkin' back, "We're goin' 'ome."
"What? No! I gotta-"
"Gotta what?" Boss cut me off, "Go 'round askin' ev'rybody who yer mama is? Wake up, Wheeze! Whereva' yer answers are, dey ain't gonna be 'ere!" I shook at 'is tone and was about ta yell right back at 'im, but Physco started actin' weird 'gain. Well, weirder dan usual.

'E started whimperin' 'n' clutchin' 'is 'ead. "Phy," I put a hand on 'is shoulda* (*shoulder), "You OK?" Physco shook 'is 'ead, faster 'n' faster. "They're coooooomiiiiiiiiiiiin'...." 'E whimpered.
"Who?" Greasy asked. As 'e did, sirens blared. Dey didn't sound like da one on our wagon; more like a long, wailin' sound.

B'fore our eyes, evry't'ing turned dark, like someone painted black ova' da gray sky. "Duh, is it nighttime already?" Stupid asked. "No ya moron!" Boss shouted.
Physco suddenly yelped 'n' scuttled ta 'is feet. 'E ran like hell a second lata'.

We watched 'im go wit' wide eyes. "What is his problema?" Grease asked. I was 'bout ta answer when a weird noise cut t'rough da air. It sounded like a wheezin', coughin' noise...an' it was comin' from b'hind us. I felt frozen, an' when I turned ta Boss, 'e looked ready ta faint.

Very slowly, we turned 'round.

A female weasel stood in fronna* (*front of) us. She was charred black 'n' reminded me of a burned potato Stupid put in da oven once 'n' forgot ta pull it out. She was wearin' a crispy black dress, but I got da feelin' it hadn't always been black. 'Er eyes, cloudy blue like mine, looked at me wit'...kindness. Like we knew each otha'.
"Look at me," She held 'er arms out. Flames appeared on 'er arms, "I'm burning."

"AAAAAAAAAAAH!" We screamed 'n' followed Physco's footprints, 'n' for once I was happy 'e neva' washed 'is feet.

When I turned 'round, da charred weasel was gone. "There! Duh, Physco's there!" Stupid pointed ta an abandoned house. Yep, we could see Physco's figure at da window. "Move ova', I'm goin' in first!" Boss pushed past Stupid 'n' pulled out 'is switchblade. 'E slammed it in da lock 'n' pulled da lock out altogether. We ran inside 'n' huddled in da corner. It was dark 's dat weasel's outfit, but at least it was warm.

"Ouch!" A girly voice said.
"Was dat you, Wheeze?" Boss asked.
"Um, no." I answered, kinda puzzled.
"It was me." Da girl voice said 'gain. We heard a match bein' lit, an' in an instant, da room was a tiny bit brighter. We turned ta da light. A female Toon weasel was sittin' close ta us, an' I gotta say...she was very pretty. Her fur was da color of tomatoes, just three 'r four shades lighter dan 'er curly hair brushin' 'round 'er head. She had huge brown eyes 'n' was dressed in a green coat ova' a blue shirt 'n' jeans. I dunno why, but all of a sudden, my heart was beatin' faster dan b'fore.

Greasy purred 'n' slicked 'is hair back. "What is your name, chiquita?" 'E purred. "Alex," she answered, "My name is Alex Wilson."