"'It's all your fault you know.' That voice in his head said.
Poor Murray was feeling grieved at this point. Clock-La had crashed and Bentley went in to remove the hate chip. Clock-La must have been really mad, or else she just shut down. Either way her beak clamped down on Bentley. I was not strong enough. I tried but it was no use. When I finally opened the beak Bentley was severely injured.
Of course the cop had chosen that time to show up. Thank god for Sly, he went to jail to let us go free. I left my gear behind and Bentley did the same. Our thieving days were probably over, I would be thankful if Bentley even lived. So there was no need for thieving gear anymore. Not that I was ever good at it.
It seems I've always been messing up. First it was when Sly had to defend me with the cannon. I couldn't even get close to the bad guys. Then I got myself captured TWICE. By the Contessa then by that cop. My habit of always being hungry nearly made me lose my freedom. Always hungry, never full.
I'm not cut out to be a Cooper Gang member. All I do is mess up. I'm worthless.
I put a fake moustache on as a walk to the hospital. A kind lady opened he door for me. I thanked her and kept on walking. Once I got to the receptionist's desk I stated that this turtle Irack Geno was badly injured.
Two paramedics put Bentley on a stretcher. That's the last he saw of him for 3 days. When he was done in the operating room he was crippled. Murray couldn't believe he had hurt the only thing he had left in his life. Sly was gone and he had no family.
He didn't think he deserved Bentley anymore. Solemnly he went up to the desk and signed Bentley out of the operating room and filled out a bogus check.
He headed towards the parking lot only to remember he didn't have the van anymore. Another thing gone from his life. He reached into his pocket and pulled out 2 dollars.
'That must be enough for the bus.' he thought.
He walked to the bus stop and waited. He didn't sit down because the bench was filthy. In fact the town was a dump. Litter was everywhere and there was no grass or plants. Hobos surrounded him. It was a sad place.
Finally the bus pulled up. Murray boarded and put the two dollars in. He laid Bentley down on a seat in the front and he watched through the window as the dumpy town faded away.
60 minutes later
Murray woke up with a start. He had fallen asleep.
'How stupid!' he thought.
He looked around, there were some people seated in the seats. He didn't know what to do. Finally he decided to wake Bentley. The anesthesia must have worn off by now. He nudged Bentley gentley.
"Bentley" he said. "Wake up."
" Huh, where am I?"
"You're on a bus. Sadly you're crippled so we have to get you a wheelchair. I'm sorry Bentley, once I get you all set you'll never have to look at me again."
He stood up and carried Bentley up to the front. The bus driver said that they were in the northern end of Paris. Exactly where their hideout was.
He got off the bus and walked into the hideout. To his surprise all the lights were on. He walked in and Sly was seated in a chair.
"Sly, buddy!" Murray said. "You're ok."
"Yeah, Bentley planted a booby trap on the plane so I got away."
"Great! Here's Bentley, I don't deserve to be with you guys anymore." he said while hanging his head.
"That's not true Murray."
"Yes it is."
With that he walked out going to find himself. Which was pretty silly seeing he was right there.
I hope you review my story. It's my first fic so it may not be the best. Sort of an insite into Murray's mind. If you review you get a cookie. Cheers!