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SUGAR COATED POISON

BY THE YOUNG AND FREE DRAGON

Die Liebe ist ein wildes Tier
Sie atmet dich sie sucht nach dir
Nistet auf gebrochenen Herzen
Geht auf Jagd bei Kiss und Kerzen

(Love is a wild animal
It breathes you, it looks for you
It nests upon broken hearts
and goes hunting when there are kisses and candles)

-Amour by Rammstein

PROLOGUE: A LITTLE TO THE LEFT, RIGHT NEXT TO THE LUNGS

The stars are blazing like rebel diamonds cut out of the sun
When you read my mind

-Read My Mind by the Killers

Flaky sat nervously next to Flippy. Her paws were rubbing together in anxiety as her feet rubbed themselves raw against the leather of Mole's car. Mole had allowed Flippy to borrow it to take Flaky, Cuddles, and Giggles to a movie they wanted to see. She had seen the way Cuddles and Giggles sat so close during the movie and the small glancing blow Cuddles lips gave Giggles as they stepped outside. Now they were curled up in the back seat, asleep as too lovers might who weren't in a sexual relationship. Or they could be, Flaky didn't know and she got jittery every time they got so close together.

She was a bit queasy about romance. Not that it made her sick, it was a beautiful thing, but she hated to be reminded of what she had never had and never would. It always made her feel so alone in the world and now, sitting up at night with Flippy, in a car, looking at the stars was scary and made her feel like she was going to vomit. Flippy was very nice and everything but his war flash backs made her very jittery around him. She was worried at this moment that a falling star might remind him of mortar fire, or perhaps the smashed fly on the window might remind him of the carnage he had left behind and in his wake.

She knew it was not his fault, but the violent killings he pulled on her and her friends made her have nightmares. She still dreamed about the skiing incident with Disco Bear, and Flippy had caused her death many more times than that. Despite the fact that she regenerated the next day and felt no pain from the attacks or accidents except a small ache in her spine that was the burden of anxiety, she was still frightened. The burden she carried deep within her spine (which had probably been ripped out more than once) was the stress of knowing that this was going to happen again. While she liked living, she sometimes wished it would just end so she would never have to feel pain again.

She looked over at Flippy with her eyes that constantly searched for danger. The danger that always came up behind her and violently tore her apart. Something she never spotted in time. Flippy was lounging back, looking at the stars, his eyes shining as the dots of light looked back down on him. His hands were behind his head and she could see no concealment of weapons. But Flippy could use any object nearby and if not, use her own body to kill her. She suddenly had a vision of him beating her with her own severed arms, those yellow-green eyes shining with evil, and the sharp teeth bared as always though, admittedly, this came to Flaky as a bit sexy, not including the part of her severed arms. It was a silly vision, and a silly thought, but not unlikely.

His eyes slowly strayed away from the stars and fell to her eyes. She chuckled a little, nervously and then quickly averted her gaze out her window. She wondered if Evil had seen her, or if it had been Flippy, the real Flippy? No his eyes weren't those savage gleaming ovals of wild, strange beauty, and his teeth were not knives ready to sink into her flesh, but she could never tell when the real Flippy was thinking, and when Evil was thinking. Evil was in there, and so maybe he was not far away. Maybe he spoke to Flippy. Told him to murder her again, and then suddenly he would come out of the influence and maybe… cry because of what he had done to her?

Suddenly the sound of rustling made her stiffen in fear, her eyes widened. Cuddles may have snored like a hog but he only gave a slight twitch and nothing more to mark his stirring. Giggles was breathing quietly. Slow, deep breaths that showed she was asleep. That meant that only one person could be stirring and he was right beside her. She waited for his hand to rip through her flesh, dragging out strings of intestines. Or maybe a tire iron to come smashing through her skull, whatever happened it was sure to leave a stink in the air, and Flippy covered in blood and gore.

And then she felt his touch. It was warm but it made her spine strain as it tried to erect even further. She thought it might crack as the strain of horror and fear took her muscles and made them squeeze the bones. But she felt no fingers to whatever was touching her and it was covered in cloth. His arm. It was sliding over her shoulders. Perhaps now that arm would move around her delicate throat and pull her toward his body. There he would crush her against him, his arm closing off her veins, her air. And then he would squeeze until the blood pressure became so great that her head would explode, all the while, Evil would be laughing insanely.

And slowly he was pulling her toward himself, making the movements ever so antagonizing. Her blood was pumping, she was stone still and now her red spines touched his coat, pressing against the small chest, which was small in frame but held the power to break her bones with less than a stirring of the arm. Then his paw took her left paw, keeping her with her back turned toward him and she felt his soft warm breath against her neck.

"I've been talking to Petunia." He whispered.

She opened her mouth to say something but only a little squeak erupted, something that was a mixture of fear and hot emotion for the bear. Something maybe close to arousal was escaping her body in sweat and she felt so close to Flippy at the moment.

"She's been telling me," His thumb was moving in circles across the top of her paw. Somehow this felt relaxing and made her ease a little bit, although she was still shaking. "That you're very scared of me… of the things… Evil does to you and the others. I understand that he… frightens you more than anything else you can imagine…"

Even if she could speak, she couldn't have replied to this. Whatever emotion was behind this, he was causing her heart to clench and her adrenaline to pump.

"She's always told me so much about you… so many things I never knew…" he continued, only an inch from her neck.

His voice was soft and soothing and yet terrifyingly a mix between what she thought was Flippy's voice, and what was Evil's voice.

"I understand how scared you are… but please…" He whined into her ear. "Let me have this one moment with you… and neither Flippys will ever bother you again."

It was out now. Or maybe not. She really wasn't sure. What he said brought many possibilities to her mind, those she hoped for and those she thought were more likely. She really did like Flippy when he was himself. She didn't blame him for what Evil did but she couldn't help but be afraid of him. She gulped once and slightly nodded.

He squeezed her paw tightly and then turned her head and upper body toward him. She saw pure passion in his eyes as they shone and reflected her in them. Then she suddenly realized he was crying as he took her mouth in his. Her eyes were wide and she couldn't help but panic a little. She stiffened and her paw clenched tightly. He gave her paw another comforting squeeze and his paw on her shoulders began to stroke her spines in a loving way she could only dream of. She felt his soft fingers treading up her spines all the way to the tip and back, leaving the tingle of his want to calm her and show her he meant no harm, but only to love her. Something slick became apparent to her as he continued to stroke them, and she realized it was blood, leaving from his fingers as he comforted her, and she could feel his other paw twitch in pain. But he did not stop, and she could feel a few of his tears roll against her cheeks as he continued to kiss her, his tongue rubbing around her mouth, and the hot taste of his saliva bore down into her mind.

Something along the lines of bliss came about this, and her eyes finally closed. She felt now that she could learn to deal with Evil, if that meant she could love Flippy. She was unaware of Cuddles smiling at her and Flippy, or the trickle of blood down the seat from the gaping hole in his stomach.

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