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Post by thekeygirl666 on Jun 25, 2011 6:51:22 GMT -5
Chapter 10: Alex's POV
The next morning, I don't know why, but I couldn't sleep. I'd had a horrible dream of being tied to a ladder with smoke surrounding me. It'd been so awful I'd woken up in a sweaty sleeping bag with wet hair and a wet nightgown.
I got up and took a cold shower, changing in my favourite yellow shirt and blue overalls. Judging by the bathroom clock, it was nearly 5:45 in the morning. Too late to go back to bed. I shrugged and rubbed my eyes. I wasn't too worried. I could always go to my secret place: the rooftop.
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About ten minutes, I was sitting on my bench (and by that I don't mean I bought it; I made it. It's my bench) watching the sky go from dark gray to gray. I heard ravens call out in the distance, and the street lamps were already being blown out. I sighed as the cool breeze whipped at my hair and looked around me. This was my favourite place in Salem, without a doubt. I'd started making it when I was seven, and since then, it had grown and developed until it resembled some kind of navigation spot.
There was a sleeping mat, all patched up and dusty, from when I couldn't sleep inside, and an assortment of things I'd found outside during my little secret field trips; a ripped-up book, a toy canvas, a jar of marbles, and a cat skull. I'd even uncovered a telescope with Patty a coupla years back, and now, it was polished as a whistle and resting beside my bench. Patty and I'd even pinned an old, yellowed map on the canvas, marking all the places we'd been to.
This was my world. My secret world. If Mother found it, she'd be furious; she believed the outside world was dangerous, and I should never go out there unless all else failed.
I felt a slight tapping on my shoulder and just about leapt out of my skin. I turned to see Wheezy, hacking on his cigarettes. "Oh, sorry!" he said, holding his paws out, "Sorry! I didn't know anybody wuz up 'ere 'n'...well...sorry!" He shoved his hat down to his eyebrows and started to leave. "Wait!" I slapped my paw over my mouth. Wheezy turned, a slight frown on his face. "It's--it's OK. I was just sitting here." I tucked some hair behind my tiny ear. "Would you, um," I untangled a lock from my finger, "like a seat?"
Wheezy blinked and smiled a little, nodding. I smiled back nervously and patted the space next to me. He sat next to me, and we just sat there for a minute, looking at the sky. "So um...any reason yer up 'ere?" I asked. Wheezy winced a little; not the best way to start a conversation, I imagine. "No reason," He mumbled. I gave him a look, "Wheezy, there's gotta be a reason."
He stiffened, like someone'd just turned his limbs to wood, "I just ain't 'appy wit' dis whole case wit' my mom, a'right? An' it don't 'elp dat yer mom's treatin' my boys like Jack da Ripper." "Wheezy--" "I'm pretty sure I'd rather live out dere 'n' risk bein' sliced like cake dan live 'ere like a scared lil' bug. Dere's...dere's just no freedom." Wheezy's voice was softer now, like he was talking to himself. I remembered how he and the others had actually confronted Mother, and Greasy interrupted her prayer. I don't know why, but I suddenly wished I was...different. That I had behaved differently towards her on many occasions.
I smiled a little, "Well, I admire you. I can't tell you how much I'd like to tell Mother what I think...how I feel." "Den do it," Wheezy said bluntly. It was my turn to wince, "Well, I'm a little scared of what she'd do to me...or what she'd have the others do to me." Wheezy looked at his lap and puffed on his cigarettes. There was silence on both our parts...until he asked, "What's dat?" I frowned and followed his gaze. He was looking at my telescope. I smiled and picked it up, "This is a telescope I found with Patty a coupla years back. You can see really far with this." Wheezy stared at it and blinked slowly, like a frog. "Can I look?" He asked. I raised my eyebrows; him interested in my stuff? Now that I hadn't expected. "Sure." I opened it up for him and handed it to him. He nodded in thanks, stood up, and held it to his eye.
I smiled nervously and pressed my fingertips together. I was surprised to find my heart beating faster than it had been earlier. Wheezy slowly put it down and said, "...You were close ta Patty, weren'tcha?" Now that caught me off guard. "Close?" I looked at my lap, "Well, I guess so. She'd been great to me..." I touched the bandage on my leg, "...So have you."
I cleared my throat and grinned nervously, "Um, anyway! You can look even farther with this!" I put in another lense. Wheezy looked at me for a moment before looking through the telescope again. Through the five cigarettes he was smoking, I could see the corners of his smile go up. "Dis is...r'lly somethin'." He said. My paw was on his shoulder before I could stop it.
He stopped looking at the horizon and stared at my paw as though it were made of pure gold. Then, he met my eyes with a kind smile. I smiled nervouly back. He handed me the telescope and said, "It's awesome. T'anks." "No problem." We stopped speaking, but we didn't look away.
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Post by disneyplease on Jun 25, 2011 10:37:09 GMT -5
Very Nice KeyGirl!!! DisneyPlease!
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Post by thekeygirl666 on Jun 25, 2011 12:56:02 GMT -5
Thanks!
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Post by cutieweasel on Jun 25, 2011 14:17:22 GMT -5
Awesome <3
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Post by thekeygirl666 on Jun 26, 2011 3:13:31 GMT -5
I'm so happy^^ what did u like? It's OK if you're not sure, just asking.
Chapter 11: Physco's POV
Ihihihihi! This mornin', I was happier dan usual. See, da visions were gone. I didn't hear voices no more; I didn't see horrible t'ings, or smell smoke. I'd neva' really realized 'ow wonderful bein' free was until after dat kinda torture.
Anyway, dis mornin', I noticed Alex 'n' Wheezy holdin' hands while we ate some bread 'n' water. I tried ta make hootin' noises, but Greasy beat me ta it...an' got a plunger in 'is mouth.
"So, what're we gonna do now?" Wheezy asked. "Lemme tell ya," Boss said. 'E took a swing on 'is coffee...an' spat it all ova' me. "Dis ain't coffee! It's just dirty water!" 'E shouted. I licked a lil' an' shrugged, "I kinda like it." "You would," Boss muttered, "Anyway, I was t'inkin', we've officially concreted* (*concluded) dat Nicola ain't 's innocent 's she wanna look, but I t'ink I know who ta ask fer, y'know, answers." Greasy nodded 'n' said, "Who?" Boss grinned, like 'e'd just said a joke, "Samantha." Alex frowned, "But Samantha is the victim."
"She's also da ghost dat scared da bejeebers outta us an' reduced yer pal ta a butcher-fest." Boss retorted. Alex growled an' started ta rise from 'er seat, but Stupid 'n' Wheezy kept 'er down. Greasy nodded slowly 'n' said, "Si, I t'ink Boss is right. If she can terrorize us, maybe she can answer our questions, too." "How do we know she won't just rip our heads off?" Alex asked. Boss chuckled 'n' said, "If she protected Wheezy from da grubble* (*rubble), I don't t'ink she'd hurt 'im."
Wheezy blinked at Boss, "Ya t'ink dat was my mom?" "Sure of it," Boss said. 'E got up 'n' adjusted 'is suit, "Let's--ha!--knock 'em dead." "But--cough! Cough!--where're we gonna find 'er?" Wheezy piped up. "Duh, maybe we can ask Nicola!" Stupid said. Boss stared at 'im. "Ya really t'ink dat would work?" "Duh, sure!" Stupid nodded 'is head faster 'n' faster. "I suppose she would help," Alex said, "But we can't tell her our motives. She'd cast you out without hesitation. We need an excuse. A good one."
We all t'ought a moment. Suddenly, a flea started bitin' at my ear. I growled an' scratched my ear wit' my foot. Boss got up 'n' snapped 'is fingers, "Dat's it! We'll tell Nicola dat Physco's bein' tormented by visions 'n' needs ta be taken ta whereva' Samantha is ta find out what dey mean!" I stopped scratchin'; I suddenly felt like a spotlight show. Alex frowned at me 'n' said, "Are you sure that'll work? Mother's firm as a rock." "Obviously," Boss looked at Alex, "Ya 'aven't seen my carms* (*charms)." "No, that's why you're not in the hospital yet." Alex retorted. We all ('cept Boss) started laughin' like crazy; I fell on da floor laughin', clutchin' my head, 'til I got a hit on da head.
"Stop dat laughin'!" Boss snapped, "Ya remember what 'appened last time?!" I nodded 'n' wiped my eyes...when somethin' hit me sqaure in da face. I looked 'round. Nobody was near me.
Den...
I whimpered 's I started hearin' voices 'gain. Dey got louda' 'n' louda', an' all of 'em talked at once so it was impossible ta tell 'em apart. Wheezy turned ta me wit' concern, "Phy, are ya OK?" 'E reached fer me, an' I did da same t'ing I'd done wit' Greasy: I grabbed 'is paw...
"Go on," Nicola says in court, "Tell them what you told me." Samantha tugs a little against the chains on her wrists. Nick wipes his eyes and says, "She can run faster than all the other women. She can lift the heaviest weights. She talks in her sleep. Her mother makes charms." "Do you deny it?" Nicola hisses to Samantha, but her eyes are smiling. "No," Samantha shakes her head, "I don't." "Therefore you're guilty!" "Guilty! Guilty!" The crowd screams. Samantha shakes her head, "But I'm not a witch." "Yet all evidence says the contrary." Nicola is smiling, now, "The ceremony will take place tomorrow night, and don't try to call anyone for help, that'll just send them into the ashes as well." Another blue weasel, male this time, runs into the court with a pale brown female in his arms. The resemblance is obvious; Samantha has the female's blue eyes and black hair and the male's blue fur. "You can't do that!" The male screams, "My daughter is not a witch!" "That's what you say, sir," Nicola says, "But my dear husband would disagree. She is to burn tomorrow evening." "NO!" The brown female weasel pulls out a Browning model and shoots. The bullets go through Samantha's bonds. Havoc breaks loose. Everyone tries to grab Samantha, but she manages to crawl through the crowd and reach her parents. Her mother hands her a bundle and says, "Run." Samantha nods and runs out of the court. Her parents fall to the floor a moment later, Dip-coated bullets in their hearts.
I let go a' Wheezy's 'and an' pant. Dat vision was a lot more real dan da last one. Wheezy was pantin', too, but dat wasn't dat bugged me. It was da fact da 'e was on 'is knees, sobbin' in 'is paws. "Oh, Wheeze," Alex knelt next ta 'im 'n' hugged 'im. Wheezy hugged 'er back, 'is shoulders shakin'.
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We waited an hour 'til Wheezy fin'lly calmed down. I'd already spilled da beans, so dere was no stoppin' us from walkin' ta Nicola, who was lightin' some candles. Wheezy looked ready ta bite 'er 'ead off, but it was only Alex's paw clutchin' is dat kept 'im calm.
Just seein' 'er afta' dat vision made me scared. I whimpered 'n' hid b'hind Greasy, who patted my 'ead. "Ah, dere ya are!" Boss said, holdin' 'is arms out, "We were lookin' for ya!" "Why? Did you decide to do something useful, such as confess your sins and cast out Satan?" "No, but we do need yer help." "With what?" "See, Physco's been 'avin' dese...visions. 'Bout yer town ghost. So we wanted ta do some more interpretin' (*investigating). Where does dat t'ing normally stay?" "It goes through the town, but from what I know, it most often resides in an old shop." Nicola pursed 'er lips at me, "And you believe me taking you there would heal this...creature's ailment?" I 'ad da feelin' she was t'inkin' o' another word 'sides 'creature'. I bared my teeth at 'er. "Si," Greasy said, "Could you?"
"Well," Nicola looked out da window, "the Darkness has not yet fallen, so I suppose I can."
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We reached da shop 'bout half an hour lata'. It read 'Graves' Charms', an' I guess dat was da shop I'd 'eard 'bout in my vision. It looked kinda like a bar, wit' African masks an' all kinda windchimes hangin' up. Dere was even an ol' elevator door, which was bein' kept open wit' a stick. When we got in, I felt somethin' on my foot. I looked down 'n' saw a blue paw grippin' my ankle. "AAAAH!" I gripped Boss' arm. "Hey," Boss peeled me offa 'im, "What's up?" "P-paw! Paw!" I pointed ta da ground...an' stopped. Instead o' da paw, dere was a piece o' blue tapestry.
"Is that thing alright?" Nicola asked impaitently. Wheezy growled, "He has a name!" I looked at 'im gratefully, an' 'e smiled sadly back. Nicola scowled an' said, "Anyway, this is where the demon resides." She turned ta Alex, 'n' 'er expression immediately changed. She looked sad, 'n' worried. "Be back safe, darling," Nicola put 'er paw on Alex's shoulder.
Da diary fell out. I suddenly realized Alex'd been wearin' a really baggy shirt t'day. Nicola frowned, knelt down, 'n' opened ta a random page. I scuttled b'hind 'er 'n' looked; it was a picture o' Samantha in da hospital, holdin' a lil' blue kit. Ya could tell it was Wheezy a mile away.
Nicola's eyes reminded me o' fire 's she pointed ta Wheezy, "YOU!" Wheezy gasped 'n' took a step back. "You're Samantha's son! The Devil!" Nicola was shoutin'. She pulled out a knife 'n' 'eld it high, "Die, demon!" "NO!" Alex stepped in da way 'n' grabbed 'er ma's wrist. Fer a sec, time seemed ta stop. Den, Nicola growled an' kicked Alex in da stomach, "You aided this demon," she growled, "Therefore you must pay." Boss pulled out 'is revolver, grabbed Wheezy's arm, 'n' pushed 'im t'rough da elevator door. Boss gripped da stick.
"Get da answers," 'E said. Den, 'e yanked da stick outta place. Da elevator doors slammed shut, an' we 'eard Wheezy screamin' all da way down ta da basement.
When I looked at Nicola, who was grabbin' Alex by da hair 'n' callin', "Witch alert! Witch alert!", I just 'oped Wheezy hurried.
Our lives mighta depended on it.
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Post by thekeygirl666 on Jun 26, 2011 4:46:44 GMT -5
Chapter 12: Wheezy's POV
I fell flat on my stomach twenty seconds lata'. Ev'rything dat 'ad just 'appened flew 'gain in my 'ead. Samantha knew who I was. Da others were in danger. Alex was in danger.
Alex...
I groaned 'n' didn't bother ta get up. My hat was lyin' a foot away from me, so I reached ta get it. It moved outta my reach. I smirked 'n' sat up, tryna grab it again. It moved away again. I growled 'n' got up ta at least touch it. Dis time, it got up 'n da air 'n' flew outta da room. "HEY!" I ran afta' it.
It went t'rough a dark hallway 'n' t'rough a public restroom, me runnin' afta' it da whole way. I don't wanna blow my own horn, but I was in pretty good shape. But even dat didn't seem enough. Fin'lly, da hat stopped movin' 'n' stood in fronna a grimy door. "Uh...c'mere, hat!" I even whistled 'n' put my paws on my knees. I was just glad nobody was 'round, 'r' I woulda been humiliated fer life. Da hat went right t'rough da door like smoke.
I dropped my paws 'n' sighed. Den, I opened da door.
A bright light flashed in fronna me, like I'd just stepped on a really bright stage. I groaned 'n' shielded my eyes.
"Congratulations, Wheezy," A soft feminine voice said, "You did it! You reached your destination. And your reward...is the truth." I slowly put my paws down 'n' saw I was inna* (*in a) bedroom. Even t'ough da walls looked rusty-brown, I guessed they'd been red once. Dere was a muddy rug on da floorboards, 'n' an ol', simple bed was huddled in da corner. I blinked, an' a weasel was sittin' dere, lookin' at me.
My mom.
She didn't look anyt'ing like da photgraph in 'er diary. 'Er fur 'n' outfit were charred, 'n' 'er long, black hair covered practically all o' 'er face. I did see one o' 'er eyes, t'ough; it was cloudy blue, bloodshot, 'n' rimmed wit' red. We locked eyes, 'n' I got da feelin' she smiled. She got up 'n' spread 'er arms out, "After all these years...I finally see you." She walked t'wards me 'n' stroked my cheek. 'Er hands were like icicles. "You've grown up beautifully." She said. "Thanks..." I smiled nervously. I looked 'round. "What 'appened 'ere?"
Mom sighed 'n' turned 'way. "I suppose you've already learned everything...haven't you?" My mouth felt like it was fulla sand. "Dad...'e--" "--Said I was a Siren, and his wife, jealous of me beyond belief, convinced the whole town I was and burned me." She smiled a lil', like she was rememberin' somethin' nice. "I remember...Foghorn Leghorn. He hid you to safety."
I blinked. Da orphanage. Wit' ev'rything that'd 'appened, I'd forgotten all about it. "But now, you've come back. Corvina..." She shook 'er 'ead, "That old bird. She always had a tongue longer than Route 66. If it wasn't for her, you wouldn't be here right now." I nodded, "I just wanted ta know who I was." "You are my son, Jacob Samuel Graves. I recognized you the first instant I saw you...down on the road."
Da car crash came back in my mind. No wonder we'd gone t'rough 'er. "Ever since you arrived, I've tried to get your attention, to warn you away. But your mind was too strong. So I possesed your friend Physco instead." "Possesed?" I didn't like da sound o' dat. "Don't worry, I didn't harm him," Mom smiled at my reaction, "I merely showed him what had happened here, and with his touch, others could, too."
I remembered what 'ad appened wit' Greasy, den wit' me. "Then, you started finding out the truth. I couldn't stand in your way, so I helped you. I led you to Nick's house, where I had left my diary, then I gave you flashbacks. Believe me," she chuckled, "it drained me of energy something awful." "Dat shield..." I remembered, "Did ya do dat, too?" "Yes," Mom smiled, "I couldn't give all of you a shield, since the flashback drained me of energy, but I did manage to help you." I nodded; I guess dat made sense. If I'd been in 'er place, I would protected my kid, too.
Kids I'd like ta 'ave wit'...
"Alex," Mom cut off my t'oughts. "I admit, I wasn't too happy when I saw you'd fallen for her, but she is a good girl. Brave, sincere...nothing like her mother." Mom's voice suddenly got serious, 'n' 'er smile disappeared, "Nicola will find the others. She plans to purify them."
I felt my knees buckle unda' me. I fell in a sittin' position. "Oh, God no..." I whispered. "Nicola has indeed gone too far. She has denied her fate for far too long. And now, her hatred will claim the lives of those you love. Or at least," she helped me up, "that's what she thinks." Tears dribbled down my cheeks, "Please, Ma. Help me." Mom smiled, an' she held 'er arms out, like she was gonna call some otha' spirit 'r' somethin'. Instead, she hugged me tight. It was like steppin' in a cool shade. Even t'ough I'd been desperate a minute b'fore, I felt a smile flicka' on my face. I slowly hugged my mom back...only ta feel smoke. B'fore I could do 'r say anyt'ing, Mom 'ad turned inta* (*into) smoke...an' gone inside o' me.
I coughed 'n' hacked like crazy, an' looked around.
Mom was gone, but I felt stronger.
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Post by cutieweasel on Jun 26, 2011 8:42:23 GMT -5
I like everything in the story X3
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Post by thekeygirl666 on Jun 26, 2011 13:53:12 GMT -5
Chapter 13: Alex's POV
I tried to break free of my bonds as the crowd continued to cheer. Two of them had just tied me to a ladder (just like my dream) hovering above a huge pile of wood. My own mother, dressed in preacher's clothes, was standing in the town square watching the pile grow.
Smart Guy, Stupid, and Physco were tied to separate ladders next to me while Greasy was being pinned to one. "Please," Physco was crying, "Nicola, let 'er live!" "It is your fault for dragging my daughter into this and turning her into a sinner," Mother said coldly, "You will bear witness."
"She's innocent! Look at 'er!" Smart Guy snapped. Mother shook her head at him, "She succumbed to the temptation of your cohort." Mother raised her voice, "THE DEMON!" The crowd roared. "The demon! Let's burn away the filth, shall we?" Mother asked the crowd. I couldn't control my sorrow; my shoulders were shaking, and tears were pouring from my face like steady streams. My own mother. Betraying me. I didn't know what was worse; my mother willingly burn me or Wheezy, the only person I'd ever...loved...gone.
"Evil has lingered here for too long. Lower the ladder! Let us vanquish evil!" Mother shouted. The two Toons holding my ladder in the air laughed and started to tilt it towards the wood. Mother glared at me one last time, lit a match, and tossed it in the wood. Angry flames quickly shot up towards me, like fingers. A shriek escaped my throat.
"That ain't gonna 'appen!"
For a minute, everything froze. My ladder stayed where it was, just five or six feet above the fire. I could've cared less; I knew that voice. Had I dreamt it? Maybe not, because everyone had stopped screaming and was looking at the entrance of 'Graves' Charms'.
Wheezy was standing there, battered, bruised, panting slightly, but very much alive. I felt fresh tears form in my eyes. "Wheezy!" I shouted. I sounded pathetic; like a damsel in distress. Which I kind of was.
Wheezy looked at me, and his expression softened. "It's OK, baby," he said softly but loud enough for me to hear, "ev'rything's gonna be OK." I saw Greasy close his eyes and move his lips in a prayer; of thanks, I assume. The other weasels looked relieved, too. "So," Mother hissed, "You have returned." "Yeah, I have." Wheezy growled. I don't know why, but for a minute, I didn't recognize them. For an instant, they turned into warriors of opposing sides, ready for battle.
"The demon has returned." Mother said to everyone. The crowd started yelling and grabbing for Wheezy. He shoved them off and shouted, "Don't believe 'er lies! I come fromma world outsida dis place! I come fromma world wit'out lies!" "Devil!" A Toon cat punched him in the cheek. He crumbled to the ground. "Wheezy..." I whimpered before I could stop myself. "Take him! Burn him with the others!" Mother ordered. I didn't recognize her anymore. Something sinister...evil...had possesed the Mother I had once loved. Everyone started chorusing, "Burn him! Burn him!"
I heard Wheezy panting, "Burn me. Dat's yer answer." He got up and rubbed his jaw, "Sure. Let's take out da torches. Burn anyt'ing dat ain't like you. Burn anyt'ing ya don't like ta see." He walked up to Mother and looked at the crowd, "Dis bi--I mean, woman, uses ya ta do awful t'ings. I ain't no mindreader, but I'm guessin' dis ain't da first time she's been in yer heads. I'm tellin' ya, t'ink fer yerselves! I mean, she led ya ta burn Samantha Graves; an innocent weasel. But ya won't t'ink ya did well, an' ya can't t'ink she didn't suffer!" "That weasel was temptation incarnate. Her wrongs were unspeakable." Mother said bluntly. It was easy to detect the lies now. Wheezy looked at Mother furiously, like she was the source of his suffering. She probably was, from what I'd understood.
"No," Wheezy turned ta 'er, "Da only wrongs I see 'ere 'r' yers. Ya ruined a lotta lives wit' one blow. Ya use dis demon/Siren sh*t ta 'ide da fact dat yer jealous o' my mom. Well, now yer in fer it. An' trust me on dis," he smirked, "God ain't wit' ya on dis one."
Mother had had enough; she pulled out her dagger (a Dip-coated one) and plunged it into Wheezy's chest. "WHEEZY!" I screamed. As his eyes rolled back and he crumbled to the ground, I squeezed my eyes shut and sobbed.
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Post by thekeygirl666 on Jun 26, 2011 16:42:36 GMT -5
Chapter 14: Wheezy's POV
I'm not dying! I'm not!
Dat's what I t'ought 's blood seeped from my chest. In fact, I didn't feel anyt'ing. It felt like I'd been punched, but not stabbed. Dat's why I freaked when I saw da blood oozin' outta me movin' t'wards da fire, like it 'ad a mind o' its own. I blinked sev'ral times, 'n' coughed; even wit' all da cheerin' from dese meatheads, I could still 'ear Alex cryin'. She sounded so heartbroken 'n' crushed, I felt closer ta 'er dan eva' b'fore.
"Alex..." I whispered.
I slowly placed both o' my palms on da ground 'n' pushed myself up. Da cheerin' stopped immediately. I growled 'n' stood up, my back ta da crowd. Instead, I looked at da bonfire in fronna me. My blood 'ad formed some kinda circle 'round it, an' da ground under da wood gave 'way, like it was made o' cards. Da boys looked at each oda* (*other), den at me. Dey looked 'appy, but dey looked kinda freaked, too. Couldn't blame 'em; I'd been stabbed in da chest. I shoulda been dead 's a doornail by now.
Instead, 's I looked at my chest, da cut stopped bleedin'. Den, da blood went back under my skin. Next, da skin closed. I felt a chuckle escape me 's I looked at Alex. She met my eyes, 'n' stopped cryin'. I smiled at 'er, an' afta' a confused second, she smiled back. Den, I turned ta da crowd 'n' gave 'em my most hateful glare. From b'hind me, I 'eard a familiar cracklin' noise. Da sky went from gray ta coal-black, 'n' da temperature was colda' dan eva'. It was so cold, I could see our breaths when we exhaled. Judgin' by ev'rybody's expressions, I 'ad guessed right. Nicola stared at me like I was 'er worst nightmare, an' I regretted not bringin' my camera. "Play safe," I muttered.
I grabbed da knife (which was clean now since all my blood was surroundin' da circle) 'n' ran ta Stupid, da closest ta me. Wit' one quick swipe, I cut 'is ropes. "'Ere," I 'anded 'im da knife, "Free da oders* (*others) 'n' meet me in da Graves' Charms." "Duh, okey dokey!" Stupid said. Den, 'e started sawin' at Greasy's ropes. "Hurry up, estúpido!" I 'eard Greasy snap 's I ran t'rough da crowd. "Hey, d'ya mind if I borrow dis?" I asked a random Toon ferret 's I grabbed 'is butcher's knife.
A whip o' black 'air wrapped 'round 'im 'n' squeezed 'til my face 'n' shirt was spotted wit' red. "I guess not," I said, wipin' my shirt b'fore runnin' t'wards Alex's ladder. I put da knife b'tween my teeth 'n' started climbin' up. As I did, I tried ta a) block out all da screamin' an' b) not look at 'ow my mom was towerin' ova' ev'ryone, 'er hair wrappin' round all she could reach 'n' squeezin' 'em ta death. I reached Alex 'n' tapped 'er shoulda'. She shrieked. I touched 'er cheek from b'hind 'er. "It's OK, Alex! It's me!" I said, cuttin' t'rough 'er bonds. When da ropes fell uselessly ta da red pavement, she gripped da ladder 'n' turned ta me, "Wheezy...I was so scared. I thought she killed you." "Yeah," I nodded, "So did I." I gripped 'er paw 'n' said, "C'mon, let's scram."
We were huddled in da shop's farthest corna' a coupla minutes lata'. Alex was hidin' 'er face in my chest, even if da danger was outside 'n', even if it was 'n 'ere, Mom wouldn't lay a finger on us. Da boys were in anoda' corner, since Physco was watchin' da whole scene from da windows. We sat dere, listenin' ta 'em scream like hell, 'til fin'lly, we got too tired ta keep 'er eyes open.
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Post by disneyplease on Jun 26, 2011 17:50:57 GMT -5
Oh Boy!!!
I hope everything turns out ok!!!
DisneyPlease!
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Post by thekeygirl666 on Jun 27, 2011 1:27:34 GMT -5
Epilogue
The next morning, all was quiet. Wheezy slowly pulled his paw off of the back of Alex's head, and the others peeked out of their hiding places. Sunlight was streaming through the windows. Smart Guy humphed, straightened his dusty, torn, bloodstained jacket and opened the door.
He stared outside for a moment before saying, "S'all clear. C'mon, ya mugs. Let's go 'ome." "B-b..." Physco started, holding his head. "What?" Smart Guy asked as he pulled out his revolver. "A-A-Alex?" Physco asked, pointing to the red female. Alex's eyes widened, and she tightened her grip on Wheezy's paws. Smart Guy looked at her up and down before sighing, "Get yer stuff, dame. Yer comin' wit' us." Alex smiled and nodded. When she stepped outside, she stopped, closed her eyes, faced the heavens, and stood in the sunlight, smiling the whole way. The weasels watched her and chuckled.
Twenty minutes later, the six of them headed for their van. Hopefully, it hadn't been stolen. As they walked through the square, they all tried to focus either on the path ahead of them or their feet. Everywhere they looked, it was blood-splattered and gory. There were clothes, all soaked through with blood, scattered all across the pavement. As they reached the end of the square, they stood in front of a corpse. It had been a weasel, judging by its small, slender form, but aside from its torn dress and preacher's clothes, they never would've guessed. The corpse's eyes had been plucked out, and the skin had been ripped off on most of the face, throat, and limbs. Tufts of straight black hair were tied around her bloody throat and stomach. Its face was contorted in an eternal scream.
"Well," Smart Guy said drily, "I 'ope she employed* (*enjoyed) 'er ceremony." Then, he muttered, "Falla* (*follow) me." and stepped over the corpse. "Duh, OK!" Stupid hopped cheerfully over the casrcass, followed by Physco and Greasy (who held a handkerchief over his mouth and nose). Wheezy turned to Alex. She was shaking, and tears were slithering down her cheeks. He cupped her cheeks and forced her to look at him, "Don't feel bad fer 'er. She don't deserve it." "It's not that. It's..." Alex sniffed and sighed, "...I just wished things had ended...differently." Wheezy looked at her for a long moment and sighed. He hugged her head to his chest, "Me too, babe. Me too." After a minute, he took her paw and walked over the corpse. She did the same. Alex cast one last look at the corpse and turned to the road with Wheezy.
They reached the van, still lopsided, a few minutes later. Wheezy and Stupid spat on their paws and pulled it right-side up; Wheezy pulled, Stupid pushed. Boss cleared his throat and said, "Good job, boys. Now let's just get 'ome, eh? I need a bath 'n' some food." "Si, an' I haven't spoken ta any new senorita in days." Greasy said, grinning. Smart Guy slapped him on the head while everyone else chuckled.
Smart Guy opened the car door was about to enter when the temperature dropped again. Stiff with fear, everyone turned to the road. Samantha was standing there. Her blue fur was matted with blood, and her long black hair made it nearly impossible to see her expression. But her one exposed eye was brimming and warm. She slowly walked towards the Toon Patrol, giving them each a nod. When she reached Wheezy, she stopped walking and put a hand on his cheek.
Wheezy blinked and looked down in thought, "You've...you've been wit' me all along." Samantha nodded, and a tear rolled down her cheek, "And I always will be." Wheezy smiled sadly.
Then, Samantha closed her eyes and sighed contently. All the color faded from her skin, hair, and dress, like someone dipping ink-remover on her. Then, her outline dissolved. In a moment, Wheezy was standing there, looking at the road.
Smiling.
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Credits
Inspiration for this story: Silent Hill (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Silent_Hill_%28film%29)
Inspiration for Samantha: The Grudge
Inspiration for Nicola: Christabella (see Silent Hill link)
Hope u liked!
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Post by disneyplease on Jun 27, 2011 10:36:48 GMT -5
WOW Nice Ending KeyGirl!!!! DisneyPlease!
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Post by cutieweasel on Jun 27, 2011 17:53:14 GMT -5
AWESOME!!!!!! XD
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Post by thekeygirl666 on Jul 4, 2011 23:36:48 GMT -5
Thank you, both of you!
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Post by shabushabu9 on Sept 25, 2011 17:19:44 GMT -5
this story is pretty good, but ive noticed something familiar in chapter 6. in that part where patty gets killed by that charred blue weasel did u get that idea from the movie Silent Hill when Pyramid Head kills that girl by tearing off her dress and tearing her skin off?
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