A Different Sly

April 2nd

5:15 p.m.

Location: Sly Cooper hideout

A game of black jack; it helps pass the time till night comes. However, this game will become the last for all that live in this little hideaway.

"Sly? You've got a thirteen. Are you going to hit, or stay?" Bentley asks, Sly has been staring at his tenth hand for a long time; he's waiting for the cuckoo clock's next chime. "Sly?"

The raccoon looks up; his eyes are bloodshot. "What? Oh, yeah. Go ahead and hit me."

Murray looks at Bentley, and both nod to finally take care of the problem. Bentley places the card from the dealers deck onto Sly's hand; a 7 of hearts, the master thief is still in the game.

"Hey Sly; did Leonardo's death upset you at all?" the turtle asks casually, as Sly looks at his new number for black jack.

The master thief snaps his head up quickly. "What? No! That guy was an idiot! He shot himself for crying out loud! Why are you asking such a stupid question?"

"You staying, or want me to hit you?" Bentley replies calmly as if he never spoke.

The raccoon gets up quickly; his chair goes falling onto its back. Anger is coursing throughout his body, and he grips his cane tightly. "You're the one that's probably upset! I don't care if he's dead, or anything!"

"Sly, Bentley just asked you if you wanted a hit, or stay?" Murray says, which gives him no more than eyes from a crazy guy. "Sly, you need to calm down and play to get your mind off the death of the guy."

The master thief goes over to the table where the cuckoo clock had originally been from the start. "That clock, it knows everything about me! It knows me better than I know myself!" the raccoon whips his head back and snarls. "You call yourselves friends? You are nothing more than blood sucking leeches! Taking credit for the dream that I had originally started for myself!"

"Sly, I'm just asking you if you want me to hit you, or stay?" Bentley screams, but the words are useless.

"How about this shell boy! You want to stay with me? Or do you want me to hit you to the point of death?"

Pop, its 5:20, so out comes the bird with another little song. "Cuckoo-cuckoo."

"Die You Leeches!" screams the master thief, his eyes are just like Leonardo's and in the night in the loving city of Paris; terrifying cries ring out thanks to a lost soul…