"I'm sorry your loss, Hoot Loop," those were the words that broke him.
Sorry. Sorry didn't fix anything, and it sure as hell didn't bring him back.
The magic owl glared at the healer, who looked very apathic about the whole
thing. Hoot Loop wordless picked up Jet-Vac's body, and without a second
glance to the healer rabbit, walked away with it.
Three hours after the burial, the magic owl lay motionless in a tree, the
stars reflecting in his teary eyes. 'Why him?' played like a broken record
in his head, but he had no answer to reassure himself with. Slowly, Hoot
Loop fell asleep, dreaming of the one he missed most.
"Sorry, old sport, didn't see you there," a voice chuckled, and the then young
Hoot Loop turned on his heels. Behind him was a lean sky baron who was
leaning on his air blaster with a smile. Hoot Loop noticed with interest
that the sky baron had no wings. It was two years later until he found out
why. The magic owl only shrugged at the man who had accidentaly knocked
him over; it wasn't like it was on purpose. "Jet-Vac, at your service," the
eagle sky baron bowed, flashing Hoot Loop a smile.
"Hoot Loop," was all he managed to say, for he was too captivated by Jet-Vac's
smile. Vac laughed happily and picked up his air blaster, winking at Hoot
Loop.
"Say, I have no plans for this evening, and I always enjoy making friends.
Want to come over to my place for some scotch or something?" he asked,
extending out a featherd hand. Hoot Loop nodded and took it, and that was
the best night of his life.
Years past after that day, and Jet-Vac and Hoot Loop became inseperable.
They did everything together, and they planned on things staying that way.
However, fate had other plans, and it set it into action starting with them
being asigned a new mission. The mission was easy enough; saving
a burning down orphange was a peice of cake to them. When they got there,
however, they saw what they was truley up against.
"Uhh, old sport, are trolls supposed to be fire proof," Jet-Vac asked, watching
as a burning troll walked toward them, mace in hand.
"I don't think so," Hoot Loop replied, backing up. Jet-Vac took off for the
orphanage, and Hoot Loop, against his instincts, stayed behind to fight
the troll. The troll died easily enough, and when he was finished, he ran
over to the burning building. It had completly fallen down, but it was no longer
on fire. There was a giant beam laying in the middle of the ashes, and
he could see a foot. Jet-Vac's foot. It took an hour to lift the beam off of
the Skylander, for there was no giants present, and what he saw made him
choke. In the middle of the wreakage was Jet-Vac, crushed and blood
spewing out of him mouth, with a baby girl in his arms, unharmed. Jet-Vac
had died for that little girl, and she wouldn't be able to remember her hero
when she got older.
Hoot Loop woke up as dawn light the sky in an orange and violet fire, feeling
no more rested then when he had fallen asleep. The magic owl could hear
birds chirping and the wind blowing, and he wished that they didn't sound
so happy. Hoot Loop sighed and mouthed that one word over again, sorry.
Sorry was how he met Jet-Vac, sorry was how his life ended, and sorry
was how he felt about the fact he never told the sky baron that he loved him.
Author's Note: Now, I origionally had not intended to post this at all, but after some encouragement from Numbuh 94, I went ahead and did so. Numbuh 94, this is for you, I hope you enjoy.
