Fantasy Writing 2

The Adventures of Calder Cooper, Part 2

The New Cooper in Town

*Disclaimer: I DO NOT own Sly Cooper. Sly Cooper, Bentley, Murray, Carmelita, etc. are the property of Sucker Punch or Sanzaru. Calder, Jason, Jacob, and any other character not mentioned in the Sly Cooper franchise are owned by me.

A/N: This is an AU or Alternate universe, where the events of Thieves in Time happened differently, Le Paradox took the parachute but Sly actually had a spare one, so Sly hasn't gotten trapped in Ancient Egypt but Le Paradox has escaped from jail. In my opinion, it's a way better ending. Also, if you have not read the first part of 'The Adventures of Calder Cooper' I recommend reading it or else risk confusion. If you want me to say what has happened I will edit this and write a summary.

Chapter

I started to twist my ring around my finger as I waited for the flight attendant to finally speak, we have been waiting here forever…well, actually an hour but still, it didn't take that long to get a bunch of anxious teenagers onto a plane did it?

Sorry, allow me to introduce myself, my name is Calder Cooper. My real name is Calder Flaggings but the name itself sucks, so I like to stick with Cooper, I actually have another name its-

"Calling all passengers for the 12:00 flight to Paris. I repeat, all boarding for Paris come now."

Well, that's another story, I quickly gather up my stuff before I stood up and got in line for the plane. The school I go to organizes a trip every two years for a trip of 500 students to a different place each year, so when I heard about it, I learned that we were going to Paris and I signed up. I like Paris because of its art and culture; others went because of its more known name, The City of Love. A great handful of the people on the trip were couples, and I bet that since they wanted to take the next step up in their relationship, why not in the shadows of the City of Lights.

I grab my small messenger bag before moving onto the tarmac, it felt awesome doing it. I can't explain it; it's like something from a Bruce Willis movie.

So when we got on I just put in my earbuds and went to sleep, or tried to anyway. Jason sat right next to me and asked "Are you ok?"

Jason became a close friend of mine after what happened to me a few months ago. To make a long story short the ring I poses has the power to transfer me between dimensions, (From what I gather) and I went to a place called Berk. The island that had dragons with the actions and manners of puppy dogs and Vikings with strange names, like Hiccup or Stormleg (Which was my other name there), I became a celebrity at Berk after Hiccup had defeated the Red Death with his dragon Toothless. I left shortly after Hiccup awoke, but my time there was truly amazing, then I started to hang out with Jason more often and we became close friends.

The reason he was asking me if I was ok, was because my step-parents are a bunch of filthy liars. They said that they had a restraining order put on my sister so she could stay away from me, but the truth was that they were making fifty grand a month to care for me, and when my sister was eighteen years old, the government would transfer my custody to her and give her the fifty grand. So after I discovered that I tried to call my sister, who was living in New York, I discovered from the real estate agent that she hasn't been at that address in over a month, the time since school had been let out for the weekend for and I went on my adventures in Berk.

"No, but I will be, but I…I really need some sleep, ok man?" I ask.

"Sure, you get your rest, I'll um…just…" he trailed off as he talked to someone across the aisle. I tried again to get comfortable; Paris was eleven hours away now.

Paris was appropriately named, tall buildings, the Eiffel Tower, and when we landed that night, it had a romantic feel. That feeling made me sick to my stomach, anyway it was extremely late that night and we just checked right into the hotel. I was trying not to show that I had my shirt over my nose, the place had some pretty nasty air. We all got into our rooms; I unfortunately was paired with the strictest of the parents, Miss Puffins. Everyone just went to sleep, but not me, I already got my sleep on the plane. I just had to get out of the room, I couldn't explain it but I had a strange feeling, just telling me to go on the roof. So I although I probably shouldn't I went to the window, it had those fire escapes that let people quickly leave and climbed up. When I reached the roof I gasped, the view was just beautiful. The lights were on but were dulled slightly, leaving a comfortable mood; the Eiffel Tower was in the distance on the night sky and the air as significantly better up here. The wind blew toward me; it was all just so great, I felt alive up here so I lifted my arms, like a bird about to take flight.

Ever since Berk, I just loved the feeling of the wind. When I rode Toothless, I felt so alive that when I could get someplace high up I would take it.

After a while of me with my arms out and taking in the scene I climbed back down into the room, thankfully everyone was asleep so I managed to slip into the shower unnoticed. I look at deep blue eyes and run my fingers through my jet black hair that was a common tribute in my family, the Coopers. It made me think about the Flaggings, the people who adopted me, they were not mean, but they still could have been a nicer family. I quickly finished up in the shower, quickly toweling my upper torso and head before putting on a pair of red flannel pants and slipping onto the couch before I went to sleep.

As we start to approach the museum I began to twist the ring on my finger again; it was a gift from my sister Meghan before she went to New York, or that's what my foster parents say at least. It was a nice, sturdy gold ring with a ruby for the jewel, it somehow transported me to Berk, at first I was skeptical but when I saw my scar on my left shoulder that stretched to my collar bone that were the traces of the wounds from the Gronckle blast, I knew it was real.

Then the bus stopped and we all started to clambered out, the museum was a sturdy marble with it slightly crumbling a bit, but I was anxious to see their exhibits. I walked forward but then Mrs. Puffins said "Calder, help me with this," in her high voice. The students snickered, some of the druggies at school muttered, "Bootlicker," as I approached the parent. Anyway she was straightening her bag and then she looked at me and said "What were you doing last night?"

The question caught me off guard, how did she know that I left the room.

"Look, just because of what happened with Meghan…" my face tightened but she didn't notice, just kept on talking "…doesn't mean you go who knows where doing who knows what, I should have spoken if I knew you went to the roof. Suicide or cutting yourself is not the answers to your problem."

"I WASN'T going to try and commit suicide, and I don't cut myself, why would you-" I begin angrily.

"You just find out that your sister is gone, leaving you all alone and you were silent the whole flight, even when the attendant asked you if you wanted a drink. Also, you have healing scabs on your wrists, meaning that you injured yourself, I wouldn't be surprised if- Hey where are you going?"

I had heard enough and started to walk away from the stupid, oblivious parent, she had a snotty attitude, assuming that she knew everything and tried to be the 'role parent' like on some TV show on MTV. So when I learned Meghan wasn't at her apartment, she immediately assumed that she had abandoned me and decided to live on her own, leaving her the chance to get her 'heroically perfect story' of saving a boy's life from anger and depression.

I took off my ring and pulled on my gloves as the cold air hit my body, tucking my hands into my pockets I walk into the museum, after a quick pass from security and their annoying check of my messenger bag and I wandered around, alternating between observing the sights and looking around for Jason. The extravagant paintings would have made Michelangelo jealous, and the sculptures were just beautifully done. "Probably worth $1000 in the US," someone said.

I stopped, for some reason I had a strange sense of foreboding, I tried to shake it off but that feeling of unease stayed. I wandered around the museum, fascinated by the history that surrounded me, trying to shrug off the feeling by drowning in history. I saw a sign that featured a new exhibit on some jewel, I went quickly through the archway, pushed open the doors and I was embraced by the wind of Paris, the feeling of being alive came back.

Then Mrs. Puffins burst out of the other side looking quite upset, no doubt looking for me. I managed to turn and pretended to examine an info stand with postcards. After she went back into the main area of the museum, I quickly crossed the small bridge that connected the museum and the small building and I came to the exhibit. An informer was currently talking about the jewel, which couldn't be classified; it flashed iridescent colors when in the dark and light so it was impossible to tell what kind of jewel it was, but that after some incident a piece of it broke off, where it was now, no one knew. She walked away, along with a small crowd, but a good number of students remained, I approached the gem and overheard some of the conversations

"Boy, that jewel is beautiful,"

"Dude, I want that thing,"

"Some say this thing is mystical, has special powers,"

People scoffed at this and then moved on to a large sapphire. I approached the jewel noticing an indentation on the side; its iridescent colors seem to glow brighter, then I heard Mrs. Puffins say "CALDER FLAGGINGS, COME HERE RIGHT N-" she was I interrupted as the glass shattered and the room got dead quiet.

The jewel was floating a few millimeters off of the pedestal, but like an idiot I reached for it, it glowed brighter and there was a warm feeling in my pocket. I reach into my pocket and pull out the ring, then after a weird feeling I take the ring and place the gemstone into the indentation of the jewel. Mrs. Puffins was saying something but a loud ringing noise like a bell was overtaking her voice, along with the jewel glowing brighter and brighter, blinding me. Then it the light faded, as my eyes adjusted I saw that the room was dark, with nobody inside, when I saw the moon out when I looked out the window, I moved quickly to the doors, not wanting to get in trouble by the museum. I passed in front of a polished mural and what I saw made me stop dead in my tracks.

I was a raccoon, A RACCOON, how in the world was this possible? I looked really different with fur, my dark red shirt was tight against my chest and my fingerless gloves had claws coming out of, the boots I wore were very narrow but still sturdy, the messenger bag I wore fit snug on my back for once. My fur, (never thought I would say that) was a dark grey, like storm clouds, the fur around my eyes was jet black, like a mask. My blue eyes seem to really stick out, I stepped outside, my black and grey striped tail was tense, flicking left and right, I felt scared and anxious at the same time. It wasn't until my hand reached for the door when I realized I was clutching the iridescent jewel, since it was partially responsible I put in in the bag I was carrying.

As I walked across the walkway outside, I heard the pattering of feet on the roof above me, looking up I see a figure leap overhead, spinning in the area he landed right in front of me. The figure appeared to be a raccoon with a lighter shade of grey fur than mine, clad in blue gloves, a blue shirt with sleeves that went to his elbows, and blue boots, while clutching a cane with a brass 'C' for a head. He stood, poised like an acrobat ready to leap for a trapeze.

"Well," he said, "looks like someone beat me to it," he said indicating the jewel that made a lump in my bag.

"Are you a thief?" I ask, though the question seemed rather redundant, I mean I had a bag with a valuable jewel and he had come to steal it.

"I could ask you the same thing," he replied.

Then alarms started ringing, the raccoon shook his head before muttering, "Amateur."

I look at him confused as he extends his hand and says, "Cough up, give me the jewel and I won't help her get you arrested."

"Who's her?" I ask, "and why would I give this to you? You came to steal this, I just have a big misunderstanding that's all," I explain.

The raccoon cocks his head before placing his paw-uh…ear, NO!...augh.

"In a minute, I need to get it before she shows up," he said.

"Who are you talking to? And who is she?"

Then I heard a woman's voice shout "RINGTAIL!" we both turned and a beautiful fox appeared, holding a red and orange pistol in her hands… or paws, I don't know. Her head looked back and forth, like she was seeing doubles, "What-, TWO COOPERS?!" We looked at each other, after a glance at my reflection, it did seem like that, I look back at her quizzically, how did she know my last name?

The other raccoon looked wounded at the fox, "Inspector Carmelita Fox, don't you know who I am." My mind then decided to seem logical, a talking raccoon and fox? How was that possible?

Then again, a world filled with dragons shouldn't be possible either.

"Hey I have no idea what is going Ma'am I-" I began.

"SHUT IT" she said, "I'm taking you BOTH to jail."

I turn to the raccoon, "Is she always like this… I mean less shouting and stuff."

"Yeah" he replied, "She usually blasts from her shock pistol, which makes her more beautiful," I look at the fox whom looked at little pink, "Uhhhhh…" I say.

I knew from experience that this guy had already claimed her as a girlfriend so I would be careful, but a thief and a cop? That was just too weird.

"He didn't steal anything," I began, "I have the jewel," then I pulled out the said item, the fox's eyes widened and said "Well then…" and before I could speak she blasted me with her pistol and after convulsing from the electricity I blacked out.

A/N: So what do you think about this chapter, a nice cliffhanger don't you think?

Peace, Have a great day and God Bless

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