Crash Bandicoot: Days the Blaze
Written by Bradley Hunt
In a world of life and purity, there was a universe parallel that concealed all of the sinister and unholy souls. Among those souls was a witch who had been vanquished a thousand years ago. Sae-Rah was bent on revenge of mankind, the race that destroyed her. All she had left was a crystal orb to let her see into the world of the living.
The view in her crystal was a small group of islands with a large city in the heart of the land. She noticed a small house outside, bordering the beach. Sae-Rah leaned in to get a closer look, her beady red eyes flashing with curiosity. The scene revealed two Anthrian creatures, male and female, and a small tiger cub. "Hm," mumbled the sorceress. She eyed the older male with a smile.
He laid lazily on a hammock tied between two palms, eyes closed in a light slumber. His red hair shone brightly in the sun's rays. His sleek orange fur was perfectly unharmed by the rough ropes of his hammock. Suddenly, his younger sister, who'd been fingering a very strange device, glanced up at him and spoke. His dazzling green eyes opened, and he groaned. Kicking his legs over his resting place, he stood and stretched, and replied with an irritated sigh.
"Crash Bandicoot," Sae-Rah smiled eerily. She could use this creature; after all, the world considered him a savior and hero. Since he had such and influence on that filthy planet, she concluded that she could use him to bring them to an end. However, his intentions were good, and she would have to convince him that she meant well for the people.
She began to chuckle to herself as she stared deeply into the crystal orb, and she pulled out a smaller red orb, no bigger than her bony hands. "I shall give him a welcoming gift in return for his service."
"Crash, can you do me a favor?"
"Ngh… what?"
"Can you go to the house and get my charged battery?"
"Now why would I do that while I'm comfortably seated? Are your legs broken?"
"No, but it wouldn't kill you to get up. You've been sleeping there for five hours. It's about time you did at least some physical activity."
"Breathing is a physical activity, my dear sister."
"Oh, well if it's so hard, you're free to stop at any time."
He exhaled. "You're getting better with those snappy comebacks." He got up, stretched, and began his trek toward the house, which lay just thirty yards away. Just before entering, he looked to Coco. "Keep it up and you'll be almost as witty as me." Crash quickly ducked inside before he could hear her aggravated response, and snickered to himself. He took a leisurely pace towards his little sister's lab, having had this familiar trip before. He bypassed his own bedroom, noticing that it could use a good cleaning.
"Eh," the bandicoot shrugged. "Maybe Coco'll do it eventually."
Crash perched at the doorway of her laboratory, clicking his tongue in thought, trying to remember where she would keep supplies for that little doohickey of hers. He absently rubbed his hands together while he glanced around the room for the battery. Finally, he saw it sitting pleasantly on top of one of her many counters. Crash picked up the pack and grimaced.
"You made me get up, you know."
Suddenly, he felt a strange air waft through the room. Creasing his brow in perplexity, he looked around and noticed that none of the windows were open. Crash blinked, but soon brushed it away. "Life is full of weird things nowadays."