Okay I changed somethings these next few chapters are going to be different. These three are going to be from Sly, Bentley, and Murray's POV and how their living/dealing with there lives.

Also I'll rarely mention names but I think my descriptions will tell you who it is.

This is Sly's POV of the whole situation.

I do not own Sly Cooper.

Shadows surround me. I see no one. I breath out a sigh. I am back here again, back here, to relive such horrid nightmare that plagues my mind with a mysterious longing. But I sense something is off with this dream. Sobs suddenly fill the air. The sound helpless and full of need. I turn and in horror. I see her. She was there.

She was wearing blue and white pajamas that were tattered. She was holding on tightly to a small bear and yellow blanket. She looked up at me with sadness and tears. "B-big brother!" She cried to me. My stomach twisted into a million knots. My heart hurt for her. "Big brother! Help me! I don't wanna do the bad thing they tell me to do!" She cried breaking my thoughts. Without thinking I picked her up. Shekept a tight grip on my neck and shirt. I knew who she was. She was my little sister. "But this isn't right! She's dead!" My mind screamed as if it were in my face. We suddenly heard the horrible sound of metal creaking. It creaked all around us. As if the shadows were turning into demons that were coming to kill us. I ran holding her tightly as she trembled in my grip. I ran as fast as I could.

But it wasn't enough. He caught us with ease. She screamed as he pryed her out of my grip with his devil like claws. No I wasn't loosing her again! I lunged at her and reached to grab her. But that monster's wing came upon me breaking my spine in two. I fell to the floor bleeding, but alive. Wait? I cannot move my legs anymore!

Then that sicking sound beated against my ear drum. The sound of flesh being torn. I could only scream at the cruel being pleading it to stop. But my pleads were ignored. I was too late. The deed been done... He tossed her body aside as if she were nothing more than a rag doll instead of a young girl she had once been. A sweet girl she once was, sweater than roses, now was brutally slaughtered by this devil of darkness. I did nothing as he approached me. His claws now littered with blood and bits of her flesh. He hissed at me like a cobra then raised his massive wing high above him. It came down swiflty as to be a guilliton blade about to decapitate me. One swift move the wing came down... Then darkness swallowed me...

I awoke, fear jolted me awake. Cold sweat fell from my drenched face. I sighed and covered my face with my hands as reality started to sink in. After I had gain my senses again I got out of bed quietly as to not disturb my love. I looked at her. Her blue hair covering her face; I ever so gentley moved her hair away from her face. I rested my hand on her cheek; she smiled at my touch. I smiled a slight smile but it quickly faded. I sighed and stood up. I walked out onto my balcony. I crossed my arms on the railing and looked up at the star filled sky. Another one of these nights. Where I simply stay up all night as memories of her plague my mind, all the while I hold back my grief.

I look down at all the lights the city gave. I would often see her appear ,as I look out to the city, but it's always revealed to have been just mist or smoke. This city she loved it so. I never knew what she loved about this city, but she loved it all the same. I loved this city simply because I was born here in this city of light and romance.

She had always seen beatuy in darker things. She was an odd child. Black was the color she craved, she was drawn to darkness and darkness was drawn to her, words of wisdom and tales of things unknown she would always tell. She was odd but I would never dare change her. She was perfect to me. Alhough she told me not, she was perfect in my eyes. But now she's gone.

I stuffed my hands in the pockets of my sweat pants. My fingers brushed against something that felt like paper but it wasn't. I pulled it out revealing a old photo. It had been one of the many she had onced owned. It was of me, her, Bentley and Murray. We took it when she was sick and couldn't go with us on a mission, it was just to help cheer her up some. We had taken alot of pictures. Most of them she had taken she loved taking pictures, but she hated having her picture taken. She said that if we ever raken her camera again she would bite us. Even though she hated having her's taken, we still have many of her. I smiled sadly as the picture. Me, bentleyt and Murray were smiling while she looked annoyed and slightly sad for a odd reason.

I felt tears fall as I remembered her. It still killed me to remeber her, but I didn't want her to just be a memory that fades away. So here I stand wishing her back even though it's been almost 5 years since she died. No that isn't the right way, she had died, but she had taken her own life. Gun in hand, her blood splattered the walls. That grisly scene is never far from my mind. Just like the memory I have of my parents death. Every time I close my eyes I relive the whole scene, every minute, every second, every little detail that had happened that night. Replay over and over in my mind. The only diffrence between them is my parents were murdered by a mad men. I had avenged them in my early adulthood. But there is no mad men in her case. No one I can make suffer the same way that she had. Maybe the mad man that had taken her was her own mind I"ll never know.

I often wonder where she is now. Is she in Heaven with my parents watching over me like a angel? Or is she in Hell along with millions of other poor souls being tortured in the most cruel and vile ways? I wish I knew I really do. I wish I could see her once more. I would hug her like I used to, and tell her everything would get better. I want to see her once more. I miss her so much that it makes me sick. But I suppose God has had it in for me and my family. I can't blame him though. Ever since the ancient days of my forfathers when HE was created. That bastard that cold hearted bird we created, we never meant to but we did sadly... We did create him. But I killed him and cleansed my family of our curse he can no longer harm anyone of my blood... Did we not destroy him God? That vile monster. I know what my sins are, but his were far worse than mine. Still you took her away. We may have stole many things from the wealthy, but we always did it with honor did we not? So why God! Why did you take her from us, she was only 16! She was young; had her whole life ahead of her, she was ready for it! But you always have to take good people away! All the good we've done has not cleansed us and never will! All we've done to protect this world will NEVER bring her back again!

I ball my hand into a tight fist, as I hold a tight grip on the picture. I glare at the night sky as more tears started to appear. I ask God this and only this.

"What did I do wrong?"

I know most of you might want to kill me for making Sly a wreck. But his life get's better.

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