Chapter one:

Wake


"Oh yeah? You come here often?"

"Yeah, actually. Well, recently."

"Looking for someone in particular?"

"You could say I'm just browsing.

Grin, and lean against the bar, my left elbow propped against the shiny wood surface.

"What are you drinkin'?"

She giggles and wipes her mouth. Her pink fur constantly changing shades in underneath the neon beer light.

"Strawberry tequila"

"Bartender!" I yell, knocking twice on the thick wood on the top of the bar. " A strawberry tequila and a White Russian"

Looking into her eyes, I know. I can tell.

I'm getting laid tonight. So what if it just so happens to be Bugs' ex-girlfriend? That was two years ago, am I right?

The two glasses are set down on the counter, the thick liquid in each of them still rippling from the center, and bouncing back from the edge of the glass. She picks up the pink one, and I grab the one before me. She's taking a big sip, looking at the of the bottom of the glass, and I'm looking at her tits. Imagining what it's going to be like later, when I get her out of those sweats. When I'm on top of her very naked and very drunk body.

My tongue drags slowly across my bill.

She sets her drink down, and wipes her mouth. She had put a full glass to her lips, and set down an empty one. Now, that's what I like to see. That lets me know where I stand.

"Would you like another, my lady?"

"Fuck yeah" she says.

Not as dainty as one might imagine. Chuckling to myself, I order another, and sip from mine.

It's going to be one hell of a night.


"Do you still talk to Bugs?"

Why would she ask me that? Why would she bring that up if she wasn't possible interested? I order another drink, and she repeats herself.

"Have you spoken to Bugs recently?"

"Me? No, not in many years. I have no business with him."

"The last time I saw you I was three weeks into the relationship, I think."

"Somewhere around there. I don't know; I'm not really all that fond of him."

I'm lying. I talk to him every once in a while. He doesn't really have any friends; I really just feel bad for him. He wouldn't know anything about this, though. That's for sure.

I couldn't do that. To his face, at least.

"What's wrong with Bugs?"

"I think you know better than anyone else."

"That's for sure." She laughs, and finishes off her fourth drink. "Do you think you could take me home? There's more alcohol at the house."

Hook, line, and sinker. I'm such a badass.

"Alright. One for the road?"


I know I may be overreacting, but could you let someone like that go? After all those years?

Okay, well just one, but…

It was easily the greatest year of my whole life. Lola is perfect in all ways, but she just doesn't want me. I understand, I guess. I don't think I would want to be around me that much either. I guess that's why I don't talk to her. I guess that's why I just watch from a distance.

But I can't let her go. Not entirely.

I just can't let it end like this. I have to talk to her. She has to know how much she means to me.

That's it. I know I said I would call Daffy tomorrow, but some things are just more important. I have to get Lola back. I have to prove my love to her.


I had to basically carry her across her yard and to her front door. She had her arm wrapped around me, giggling constantly about something incoherent. I mean, she had five glasses, but fuck. She's absolutely shitfaced.

How much alcohol is in that strawberry tequila? Those glasses aren't that big.

Whatever. The more, the merrier, I suppose.

We get to her door, and she fumbles her keys out of her keys, and drops them. Instead of picking them up, she laughs about it.

Let me get that, I say with a sigh, bending over to pick them up. I hand her the ring, and she sifts through her keys to find a long silver one. After a couple of attempts to insert it into the lock on the front door, I again offer my services.

"Let me get that"

"My hero!" She exclaims, slurring. "Mynytinshyningarmer!"

The bolt clicks, and I twist the key back around and free it, dropping the ring back in her purse. The keys clink together as they hit the bottom of the back, and the door creaks open behind me, with the aide of my left hand.

"Her palace awaits her."

And that's when I made my move. I leaned in, and kissed her.


He can't kiss for shit. It might be because of his beak-thing.

Fuck it. I'm horny and drunggk,,


Walking into her place, I knew all along this was the direction we were going in. I knew the moment I laid my eyes on that firm ass of hers, her cotton-like tail dancing gently back and forth over what seems like heaven.

I couldn't help myself. This is like fucking a goddess. Someone only the star could touch.

I guess I'm the star of the show, now.

She stumbles over to the couch, and plops down, giggling. I close the door behind me, and remove my coat, placing it on the coat rack.

"The bar's over there."

I'm not in the mood for a drink, I tell her as I make my way to the couch.

"Oh yeah? What are you in the mood for?"

And suddenly the phone starts ringing


Maybe it's the desperation. Perhaps it's the loneliness. It could be the half empty bottle of Jack Daniels on the coffee table in front of me. I don't know; what I do know is that I had to call her. So I did. I drunkenly dialed the numbers that I'll never forget into my phone, and I sat there, listening to it ring.

And ring.

And ring.

And ring.

And suddenly the line just cuts. Silence.

"Hello?"

My own voice echoes back to me.

Silence.

"Lola, are you there?"

A loud buzzing interrupts my sentence, and I slam the phone down on the receiver. I stare at the phone for a second and pick it up again, punching the redial button.

And the little recorded voice of a woman from god knows when tells me the number I dialed is invalid.


...

I….

what?

Huh? It's…….

There's something tangled around me. Sunlight beams through the window over me, causing the feathers on my face to get hot, or… have they been hot for a while? It's hard to tell. This…… definitely isn't my house. But where?

Tangled around each individual arm, my chest and neck, is the long curly phone cord that goes from the receiver to the cradle. The receiver is in my left hand, while the cradle is in my right. The cradle what looks like red paint splashed all over the corners, and cord has been forcefully ripped in half.

There's also paint splashed on the floor, and a mass of gray matter in the pools of…

Hair?

Oh god…

There's a trail of red that leads down the hallway, and underneath some door. The door to the answer. The door to my greatest fear being realized.

The door is still a million miles away as I slowly advance in the direction of my ultimate fate.

The whole world shrinks in the distance as I put my hand on the cold brass doorknob.

All feeling numbs, and I leave the universe entirely with a twist of the handle.

The door is pushed open, and I don't notice that my heart is racing, and I'm sweating profusely.

The truth is naked in front of me, cold and ugly, and I don't even notice that I'm screaming.

And there she is, with what little is left of her head bashed to a pulp. There she lies in the bathroom, easily the deadest thing I've ever seen, all I can do is puke in the tub, all over her bloody corpse.

I don't know what the fuck is going on, but I have to get out of here.


Concept thought up by Tha Kalligrapha

Concept stolen by cornwallace