Author's Note: Sorry about that, people; this is PenGator3 here with Chapter Nine already...
Sanzo: You should be already; you took four goddamn months to come up with this crap. (Sanzo gives him a good kick and sends Dominique in the air)
Dominique (in the air): AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!
Sanzo (looks up in the air as Dominique screams): Alright before we get to the story, I want to start off responding to Aquas DragoKnight's review: first off, whoop de doodle do; we have successfully turned your kid friendly show into some sick and twisted piece of work. Secondly, thanks anyway sir. And lastly, what happens to Yin and Suzie will be revealed later on in this chapter so hang on to your underwear and read while you still can.
Dominique (comes down from the sky): Ow! Goddamnit!
Sanzo: Finally; now, where was I? Oh yeah, the disclaimer: Yin Yang Yo belongs to Bob Boyle and Bob alone; if it did belong to us, they would have made season three which would be super special awesome like "Yu-Gi-Oh: The Abridged Series."
Dominique: We done yet, already?
Sanzo: Yes, now let's go already...
Dominique: Fine then.
Eight Simple Rules For Why Breaking Out Is Hard To Do ~Errand Boy~
The cold atmosphere remained over the fair Novi Finis City after last night's freak whiteout had come and gone for now with the ash like snow left behind which seemed settled that the fact of how it had carved a trail of obstruction, an example of a cold cruel world that many live in. As a result, the only automobiles were none other than just bulldozers and dump trucks that plowed throughout the piled snow and cleared most of it away while others followed behind in order to go through with what their dear owners were going to go. Though as if everything had already just remained the same as it was like only yesterday while the people still found it typical to not find anything out of the ordinary about last night, a ray of light beamed down from throughout the clouds like if it were the approach of an (arch)angel or two. The people going about with their daily lives saw it and noticed that it belonged to the golden sun, attempting to shine its brightest in spite of the overcast that had the potential to bring in a storm filled with a wintry precipitation; however, a storm has already appeared and it spelled of only terror from long ago someplace [not (too)] far away.
But then, the readers started to ponder on the thought that was plaguing their dear minds since it was stirred and turned by the hands and fingers of the writer all with just two questions brewing in their minds: "what was happening, now?" and "what it's going to be?" There was only a blue rabbit, which is Yang in a room still unconscious as he barely sees a faint outline of something and hears distant voices. Those amethyst eyes were still closed as proof of his condition as if they were wired shut for some unknown reason, forcing these pupils to see nothing but blackness all around him regardless of direction whatsoever; in fact, he even sported a black eye. Yang also had blood on his face that was still drying up after all the punishment it had underwent upon contact with the pickup truck at high speed, evaporating into little more than a mere nothingness. Several cuts and bruises had been sported on both the blue rabbit's arms like a bunch of tattoos made in spite of the future repercussions it may've hold up ahead. Even a few scratches were all over his legs pretty much everywhere and they were already worn because of all the running that their owner put himself through after what had happened. More descriptively, Yang was found lying on a mattress with only some twine tied tightly around his wrists and a chain binding his abdomen, the same type of one used to hold both his twin and adoptive sisters captive from last night.
Near that room were three others in what appeared to be close range: they are Horace, Ritter, and some other guy next to them. He was but a tall caiman, a strong male that had his scaly casing colored in a reddish shade like Bakelite itself overall. He had the body structure of a prototypical athlete but wore a long black trench coat that covered most of his body but not his face, tail, or hands. The caiman's eyes were of a goldish brown showing only but signs of anger and dissatisfaction over the situation at hand so far since earlier. His hands were dabbled in a mint green pair of gloves in order to protect himself from the very cold outside that had brought little comfort since he was endotherm, treasuring the desert sand heat instead of the ash like snow. Even so, the caiman had a thick pair of big boots drenched in the midnight of the azure on his own two feet that have managed to fit him well enough even though his toes were sharp. The teethed fangs within his muzzle were a pearly white and sparkling clean, contrary to the overall nature of his accomplices in question.
They all waited for any response whatsoever while trying to make up their minds on what to do with the situation so far. Last night was a night full of festivities as a celebration was in order, held in the honor for the safe return of the senator's son whom was in the grip of kidnappers in broad daylight; yet, it didn't end there yet at all not one bit. In the midst of it, the smoke had poured into the room fueling confusion and delay amongst the very crowd that had spewed gossip and compliments towards one another; better yet, it was the work of the uninvited, people like Keenan whom was caught trying to escape with his colleagues when the dust settled. Once it did it was only the crowd that had remained minus two people: Yin, the pink bunny whom was his fraternal twin from birth and Suzie, the purple one whom was an extra foster sister with an older brother. In some way, it was clearer that Yang had felt like Hell since last night but the fact he had underwent such in the past few hours would have made him wake up in such a personal one for all eternity, never knowing of their fate at all; even though there was some chance that the other two would end up late, they would be separated as well.
As this would sharpen the very readers up and make them ready for a bit the silence itself was finally broken by someone amongst the terrible trio that watched him. "You're lucky that this rabbit is still alive, Ritter; your actions have caused enough trouble in one full setting," Senator Roark bellowed towards his subordinate as the former was referring to the predicament that Yang was currently in. Then the caiman spoke up, "leave it to me; I know what to do with him." "Well, know this!" the swine responded to that comment, "I want no more accidents like last night, you know; after all, Ritter, you've already done enough for now…" "Yes sir," the rat whimpered in guilt for what his superior had shed some light on. The tall red caiman spoke up again, "He's tougher than I thought..." "What, you mean him…?" Roark asked the tall red caiman, "it's no coincidence that someone like this one would just show up, the fact that for some reason he would be drawn to us somehow, the boy from last night and now, after all of this and that we finally meet again."
Soon, the blue hare was starting to regain consciousness as he slowly sees a faint outline of something that was part of the milieu and begins to faintly hear distant voices of those from the other side, guarding the door as they spoke on and about. Those amethyst eyes were slowly opening as proof of Yang growing aware and somehow lively like if he were just one of the sentient sapling being forced to watch another plant being vitiated by an extra(-)terrestrial in horror; still, his eyes were blinking quickly between intervals, seeing nothing but blackness all around him regardless of direction whatsoever. He also had tasted the blood on his face that which dripped down to one of his cheeks that was on each side on the mouth where the tongue was doing so, still dried up after all he'd been through so far. The presence of cuts and bruises that had been sported on both of Yang's arms were overshadowed the chains that bind him to reduce movement; even so, his legs were pretty much overpowered by the same kind that was more important that the lost energy from the running earlier and the bloody scratches that came after it all. The blue rabbit had finally realized that he himself was lying on a ragged mattress in a windowless room, deprived of so many other necessities such as a (tele)phone and an uplighter for example.
"Why do you need him too anyway, boss?" Ritter then asked with such curiosity. The boar then answered that question, "I'm glad that you've asked: when our friend Garnet here had searched the boy, he found a statue in his pants pocket; you know, a terracotta soldier, the fragile one with the big stupid grin? I heard it contained great value of some sort; we might need to sell this later on when all this publicity starts to die down for a while." "Then what will we do next, sir?" the tall red caiman whom revealed himself to be Garnet catechized, "should we let the three of them all go?" "No, Yin here has something of great importance that can still help us get our hands on the others; besides, since we've ended up with extra here they'll tell anyone about our dealings and it will be the end of you and the end of me," Roark retorted.
The golden rat here then asked his equivalent about the situation, "has it finally blown over yet, now?" "Not a chance at all," Garnet answered Ritter with indifference, "the newscasters have said that there was an altercation that went on about roughly an hour ago this morning in the museum and what was going on. Apparently, some private party was going on above the lobby when the people heard the explosion coming from the basement. There were many dead bodies lying around charred like some backyard barbecue cookout gone bad because the water heater was destroyed. Afterwards, there was a trail of gunfire, wrecked cars, and even more dead people that followed outside there; because of that, the museum had to be closed down for a while." "Damn, all these people over some statue he stole?" the yellow rat chittered through his teeth in trepidation. The tall red caiman countered, "not only that, before it went outside there were boxes of contraband found near the exit that have managed to survive the inferno despite being close by; it seems they have been using this party here as a convenient cover up for this smuggling operation that the museum moonlighted in." Wow…" Ritter responded in disbelief, "a museum, the one place that no one would even suspect, like Nutsy TV." "Yeah, I know; that's why they wanted to avoid any leak about their precious cartel until now," Garnet finished.
Ritter then heard sounds of painful moaning nearby and realizes that it came from that very room they were all (safe)guarding where Yang was in before speaking up, "Boss, it looks like our friend is awake." The tall red caiman opened the door where the blue bunny was to face the terrible trio standing in front of him, still bounded by those metal chains that kept the boy in place. "There definitely is a resemblance, don't you think?" the swine commented as he took a glance at Yang before continuing, "to be honest, I'm not really sure but it doesn't really matter, the surviving descendants of the deadbeat Master Yo, the one whom left them both behind all for a more easier life for himself alone." The ringing of a nigh (tele)phone broke Roark away from all the focus on the blue hare and to the origin of its sound; auspiciously, Garnet picked it up and spoke from one end with a simple 'hello' and heard it all from the other end. "Who is it?" the golden rat asked quizzically as if he was curious and fearful for who could might be on the other end of the line at this moment. The tall red caiman just ignored Ritter like if he wasn't truly into answering the latter's question directly afore turning to face the swine with a monotone riposte, "it's for you sir."
"Yeah, it's me," Roark grabs onto the phone hurriedly and realized the voice on the other end belonged to Keenan, "what is it; what happened, Keenan?" "Oh, we have some problems, you know…sir?" the black falcon had answered with little hesitation judging from his tone of voice that was stated in. The swine had just noticed this slight change of feeling inside Keenan because of it by one bit and asked the latter again with a slight increase in tone within the former, "Keenan, what happened?" "It's those two faggots, 'Minor' and whatshisname 'Ted' talking to that bitch stag 'Uncle Antlers' nearby," the black falcon answered as he couldn't stand the noise behind in the background, belonging to Scotch, Miner, and the bull snarling and foaming at one another in another room, "they're squabbling over some shit right now." "I know that," Roark nonchalantly countered as he'd remember something from before in the past the last time they had a conversation over the phone. Keenan, confused, said, "how come?" "Have you forgotten already?" the swine sharply squeaked, "the smugglers were going to be here anyway so they're going to transfer you to your arraignment; besides, this is part of the plan so keep it quiet and it will be smooth sailing…got it?" "Yes sir…" the falcon surrendered and then relented so that only Roark would literally have the final say for now.
Calming down for a bit, the swine said his subtle 'goodbye' for now and hung up the phone afterwards, finally depleted of words; next, he talks to Yang whom was finally able to see them in front, "good morning, it's a pleasure to see you again; did you sleep well? You look a little drowsy. Garnet, please bring the boy round; I want his undivided attention." "What the hell is going on here?" the blue rabbit snarled as he had yet to adjust to his surrounding environs due to injuries sustained and far from happy to see Roark's face, "where am I and what are you doing here?" "Patience, my boy; all in good time," was how the swine had answered Yang's questions. Impatiently, the blue bunny forewarned Roark, "I'm warning you, if you don't tell me anything in particular, I gonna kill you!" "Is that any way to greet the senator of your beloved hometown?" the swine responded to the boy's futile threat like if it had meant nothing at all, "stop talking and start listening; you're in no position to be making threats." "What's this all about, sir; you already know very well that I'm not in any condition for this so why me?" Yang hollered as if the mere statement itself hadn't fazed him a bit at all. Roark continued and cautioned the blue hare by one bit, "relax my son, you'll do yourself an injury." "Really, that's all you can say to me after what happened?" the blue rabbit just chuckled a bit sardonically as the chains around him started to rattle, "I'll do you an injury; better yet, I'll kill you!"
"Get back here!" the tall red caiman repeated as he tries to keep Yang from jumping out of the mattress on all two feet and following through with the latter's angry wares. Noticing all the manhandling in particular going on, the blue bunny screamed at Garnet fiercely, "go to hell!" "Garnet, settle down and behave yourself already; make the boy listen…" the swine then gave out a command and Garnet did so by punching out Yang, causing the latter to fall onto the floor with more blood spilling out of the latter's nose, "can you hear me; are you listening now, my boy? Put him back on there!" "Yes sir," Ritter squeaked as he made sure that the blue hare would not get off the mattress this time after the former had just returned the latter to that adjacent spot in particular.
Satisfied that order had been restored quickly, Roark then asked Yang, "do I have your attention now, my boy; good, how are you feeling? Nice nap you had on this bed on there; too bad you were sleeping alone, let alone stripped of its nicer features. Anyhow, I would like to make you an offer you can't refuse." "Oh really," the blue rabbit snidely remarked while pretending to ignore the blood dripping down further throughout his face like if he were some kind of original gangster, "what makes you think that I won't do so?" "Simple," was all that the swine answered to Yang's demand as the former held up something in its grasp as confirmation that he was showing some work to the latter: a picture of the two bunnies that were last seen not long ago. The glower was now exposing itself on the young boy's with subtle understanding as he growled out another question towards Roark with dander, "where are they; what the hell have you done to them both? "Oh don't worry, they're all alive anyway… for now," the despicable swine responded smugly as if he didn't care, "you were taking quite a chance stealing something that valuable, let alone on your first try; someone must have had gone through a lot of trouble trying to keep it hidden until now that is, huh, bunny boy?"
"So what if I had stolen it from the museum anyway; what does it matter to you?" Yang said as his tongue tasted the dripping red blood once again, not caring about the fact that it wasn't a good source for nutrients. Roark shrugged and then spoke to the blue hare "I see, no problem then because we're going to play a game, my boy; do you like to play games? We'll find out what kind of man your really are; when the pain becomes too great to bear just give up and your suffering will end but if you do, the girls' lives will end as well. Garnet, please give the phone to the boy." "Yes sir," the tall red caiman shouted as he did what his boss told him; once he found a cellular phone nearby the former tossed it over to Yang with light effort and only one word towards the latter: "here…"
"So what the hell do you have in mind already, anyway?" the blue rabbit uttered in grim wonder. Ergo, the swine decided to explain it all to Yang a little more descriptively just so the latter can get the point, "this is the game we're gonna play and it's a bit like Simon Says, only you do what I say; I ring you, you do the job. You don't do what I tell you, the girls die. You don't do it where I tell you, the girls die. You don't do it when I tell you, the girls die; you get my drift? If you want to see them alive, you do exactly what I say; you talk to anyone, you're late, or you let me down, the girls dies. Do I make myself clear?" "Crystal, shiny clear as the big blue summer sky and the ocean itself; just one question," the blue bunny had confirmed with no resistance whatsoever, "what's this all about; what are you doing this to me for? I have done nothing to you at all."
"You have easily forgotten it all, haven't you my boy; you're on the run, killed many people, left a trail of destruction behind at the scene, and you even became a thief after all this so tell me: do you think the filth are gonna believe you?" Roark shouted at the top of his lungs. Left with few options, all that Yang could do was mutter, "then you better kill me now, I'm telling you... because if you don't... I'll get you for this, I swear!" "Ah, such anger; what am I going to do with you?" the swine lampshades the situation by noticing how the blue hare was struggling yet again so the former gets up from the desk and punches the latter out so hard consciousness becomes blacked out, "you have no idea, do you, my boy? You thought I was going to sit by and not profit from it all? When we're done with you, we'll bury you all in one grave." Roark turns round and starts laughing with Ritter joining in, albeit weakly; Garnet on the other hand just simply remained still and quiet, simply refusing himself to just merely make any emotion at all whatsoever at all to begin with since it was never fitting.
Meanwhile, back at the museum, everything was already shot straight into the depths of Hell in a mere hot flash; chaos was now descending on each and every single corner of the sidewalk around that area like if it were an example of osmotic diffusion. A reign of fire and terror poured down upon the district like a set of raging rapids (but with molten lava instead of rushing water) as violent explosions (and partial nudity) had reduced many of all order and reason to rubble at once as it shook up the area. Pillars of smoke became so tall it was escaping from the wreckage and attempted to overcome the oxygenized ozone as if they had turned into anti-aircraft turrets with the intent to conquer the atmosphere above them. Vehicles of all sizes, makes, years, countries, and even models became overturned and some were getting burned as the streets of artistry became the streets of rage itself due to the skid marks that the tire tracks had left behind earlier, some with blood trailing within them when the automobiles ran over a few of the dead bodies everywhere. All that could be heard now were the sounds of the screams coming from the civilians all around as they ran from them while children were crying as they became separated from their families, searching to find their parents; others were killed in the sudden onslaught. The louds roars of gunfire as a result of the acute sting of the bullets flying through the air like missiles in the middle of a typical conflict amongst the warring states were also heard as well, skimping around between the foregrounds and backgrounds of life itself; after all, it did belong to the gunfighters fighting desperately as if it were a simple online team deathmatch that turned into a battle between good and evil being wage(re)d.
Here was another shootout between the police officers of Novi Finis City and the denizens of its underbelly that were feeding off of it with the very guns that dispersed (buck)shots at each other. Each time a bullet fired it would either undergo three simple fates: meet up with the world of flesh head on and destroy it while possibly and potentially ending a life, strike a blunt object by accident and then ricochet at each angle until the inertia and energy within were lost upon stoppage, or pierce the air just like the ones that attempted to fulfill its purpose only to miss when irony came out to play. Either way, it was one of the typical examples of a matter known as life and death, the former being the one chance that each and (almost) every individual got before the latter served as their final destination, albeit serious and pugnacious. In fact, it was also another chapter in the lives of those whom swore to keep the peace and maintain order as well as in the lives of those who had stirred uproar and caused chaos; ergo, the fate of those unlucky to be around them when certain things had come up and happen rested in their own hands. Somehow and someway, there was some kind of (sick) feeling that this was another part of the plan that was moving forward to the next phase as if it had come from the demented mind of its enigmatic author.
And as always, there was Henry with his revolvers in the possessive grip of its owner's own two hands minutes after biding its time in the two holsters for one of those days were already here and there. The very reason why this was all possible somehow is none but very simple: moments ago the indigo rabbit was at the depot under orders from his proprietor, the Commissioner to investigate what was possibly going on over there thanks to an anonymous tip sent by the somewhat talkative Keenan; however, it was all nothing more but a feint, a coincidentally legitimate pastime to say the least. Because of what had happened last night that was due to the shanghaiing of his two sisters, it was obvious that somehow that one of snatchers need to rely on something else to dilute the focus of it so that the former wouldn't be too obsessed with it; after all, it was too soon to pay attention to it that much. Therefore, Henry had went over there anyway, finding only armed sentries at almost every inch or two of the depot whom were none too happy to find people like him and all the other uninvited guests around these parts to begin with. Many of them that had dared to kill the indigo bunny with these very weapons in their own two hands found themselves dead with some of the survivors taken into custody as order had already been restored that quickly. Still, just as one previous mission had ended in victory for him another one had just begun this time with a much more different and difficult scenario already in play.
At (the same time as) the two revolvers were contributing to the sounds of gunfire being heard while the bullets struck the belligerents with pinpoint accuracy, all that Henry could truly think about were the sibling in his life that he had been involve with ever since that very ill-fated day. First in the indigo hare's mind was flooded with thoughts of Yin, his sister, his foster sister that he trusted so dearly he would view the latter as the epitome of appeal, tenets, and astuteness two of the thing that they've shared. The fact that the pink one has reminded him of his youngest sister with appearances and personality had made him like a third pater in line thanks to the age of adulthood. Next, there was Yang, Henry's younger brother whom adding to the fact that the former was also Yin's fraternal twin he'd looked out for the most, albeit a bit strict since their real father never truly did much that was worthy of fatherhood at all to begin with since birth. Everything that had happened all around the blue rabbit from the reckless abandon that were left behind through all the death and destruction left in what no longer remains of his former hometown to all the hopelessness and cravenness displayed by the fathers and mothers of his friends had shaped him the same way he made those cuts that alerted the older indigo counterpart. And then there was Suzie, his youngest sister, whom he placed such even greater love of her ever since, an invoked justification to why such big brothers like him were born first. Yet, her youth made her unready to understand how the world had changed since all this had happened long ago and so forth it like if she had to look up to Henry.
But for now it was different for the indigo bunny that was still standing after all this that had happened earlier so far; it was like that the people being taken down in front of the former would stop at nothing this time, determined to stay out of big house that would seal the fate of the latter, and wanting nothing more than just that and also revenge against the troublemaker from earlier. And if that wasn't enough, they wanted to make sure that once they manage to do so they would vow to get their hands on Yang so they would spare no expense to have him be taught such a painful lesson. The only option that was left for Henry was to just keep blasting his guns away at those belligerents like he had always been doing since the day he signed up to serve the public trust, protect the innocent, and uphold the law. Normally when it came to fighting the likes of them it was too much to handle for anyone at all that knew about weapons and the importance of marksmanship, especially when the enemies in question are also holding firearms; fortuitously, fellow officers were there defending the indigo hare along with those whom were unarmed as well. Regardless, only one thing was certain: because of what his young(est) brother had done earlier, chaos and discord was running rampant and it was time to restore peace and order to the streets of rage that have been paved with blood; thankfully, since he didn't not know how the latter had started it all, he was more focused on the gunfight taking place in front of him. Needless to say, once this was all over Henry would need to find out what had happened to Yang and what became of him; while the latter's disappearance would show as a sign of survival despite all odds, whereabouts on the other hand would pose as a problem for the former.
Now the situation itself was starting to return back to normal once again, albeit less chaotic and more orderly to be precise. After wasting magazines of ammunition on what seemed to be at least a fraction of one thousand gunmen, the indigo rabbit now progressed to find more weapons scattered on the ground with their owners lying dead in a pool of (life)blood, some of which that have been tossed aside because of other owners. The sounds of such piercing volleys of scattering pellets, the frantic screaming of terrified civilians, the faint clinking of littered bullets, the wailing of flashing sirens, the choleric juddering of decelerated automobiles, and the sudden explosions of smoldering rubble were starting to die down a bit more remarkably than anyone would just bother to predict. In short, order was finally restored after a while as the bullets no longer flew, the screams no longer echoed, the last of the shells had touched the ground; still, a few tasks needed to be performed: there were gangsters that needed to be arrested, the injured parties that needed help, bodies that needed to be cleared off the streets, wreckage to be cleaned away, and fires to be put out. Overall, it was just like that, just what the people were here for: the police(wo)men for making arrest warrants, medics for lifesaving, firefighters for putting out fires, and newscasters to tell the whole story as it is.
"Oh no," was all he could say the moment when things had died down as he spotted only one person whom was there to speak to him and it was Commissioner Scotch, his employer whom was understandably far from happy. As the antelope got out of his subcompact, Henry stood straight up to preserve posture and to avoid slouching while preparing to hear the outburst that would come out the mouth of the former for the latter to hear, "what the fucking hell do you call this? There's enough bleeding claret spilt here to paint the whole goddamn town red! This is not Team Americana, sonny!" "What's your problem, sir?" the indigo bunny countered as he seemed offended by that ungrateful tone, "I've just managed to pull off more collars in half an hour than Operation Halberd has in two years." "Who do you think you are, the Son of Rambow?" his superior had asked infuriatedly as if it were some kind of challenge. All that Henry could stagnantly answer was "no…" "Well, you should be reminded anyway that were in Novi Finis City, not fucking Tinsel Town!" Commissioner Scotch had responded with such wrath as if he was somehow foaming at the mouth, "you've endangered the lives of hundreds of innocent bystanders! I've had enough of your slap-happy, cowboy approach to this job! You put too many lives at risk!" "Including my own as well!" the indigo hare added. Offended, the antelope blurted out, "what?" "When was the last time you put your life on the line for this job; how many lives did we save out here today so far?" the underling asked his superior with slowly brewing fury, "when they go round here start carrying water pistols instead of lethal weapons, then maybe I'll start clipping round the ear; until then, just let me do my job, all right?" "Alright Wong, just make sure you're at Keenan's transfer because I don't want any more of your foul-ups; do you hear?" Commissioner Scotch ordered as he started to calm down a bit. Still incensed by the ungratefulness but not wanting to stoop to this level, Henry defied, "I'm undercover, I don't do escorts." "You'll do whatever I tell you, do you hear?" the antelope snapped, not wanting to hear another word of defiance, "now, get out of here!" "Fine, I'll go," the indigo rabbit agreed and he starts to walk off back to his fastback.
Once that his underling was finally out of sight and out of mind, some ringing and buzzing was heard within close range and it belonged to the superior's (cell)phone which the latter pulled out of his pocket and started to answer it, "Scotch here." "I know who it is, you big dummy," the voice on the other end of the line countered as it revealed to be that same swine from before, "I rang you, remember?" "Roark…" was all that Commissioner Scotch had uttered upon mere realization yet with little to no apprehension whatsoever. Tickled pink by a bit, Roark only critiqued the antelope, "well done; now that we know who everyone is, I'd like to talk business: since my son is back on the streets I should be happy to remind you that we have a plan worked out. Is it sorted yet?" "Of course," Commissioner Scotch replied emotionlessly, "you know the arrangements." "Thanks, I know it's all a little too soon, but something needs to be done about it anyway; besides, just make sure it goes smoothly so don't disappoint me my friend, capice?" the swine only demanded quietly. Before hanging up, the antelope answered Roark dutifully, "yes sir…"
Now, there was a teenager– that is Coop– and his little brother– that is Burton– watching Saturday morning cartoons on television as some form of a commonplace pastime. In their possession were their mugs, still filled up with rich hot chocolaty cocoa, which was what those two were currently drinking after shoveling all that ash like snow from the sidewalks of the(ir) domain they've lived in. Of course, this would've sharpen them up and make them two ready for a bit of the old (ultra)violence that was soon to be displayed on the set they were presently watching.
"We interrupt this Saturday morning cartoon to bring you a special report!" the (goggle-)box emitted, bringing the two viewers in question to attention to their surprise: the attention was now currently focused on those two newscasters holding microphones whom although they pledged allegiance to the flag that united the states and to the republic for which it stands as one nation under God and indivisible with liberty and justice for all, they had their share of differences, "and now, here's F.L. Smelfman and Nancy O. Delffa with the report." At like that, the newscasters appeared and they were elves of the congruent height yet with many differences: for starters, the former was a male while the latter was a female. Secondly, F.L. Smelfman had dark orange hair with a curl eddying up from underneath his hat whereas Nancy was only a blond. The male elf wore a set of clothing that matched his deep plum irises while the gendered counterpart wore a similar set but it was colored in blue; in fact, the former had a bobble on the tip of his tuque that was in a lighter shade than his clothes while the latter's was colored pink. He also wore what appeared to be boots of some cloth while she wore some stilettos that were no less/more than half a decimeter.
"Our top story right now: destruction, mayhem, and pain – three words to describe what happened at one of the renowned museums in Novi Finis City, when a massive violent gunfight broke out near Jared der Schwarzschild: the Galleria of Revelry," Nancy announced with such unbecoming bliss due to her smile being visibly shown. F.L. Smelfman uncaringly but nonchalantly continued where she'd started off, "that's right, and as if the world weren't already scary enough, it seems you can't even get inside a museum without even knowing what goes on either time of day; anyways, here's Patrice Paley with the report." "Well, here I am standing outside of the museum because it has been closed off; ergo, one question has been asked: is Novi Finis in the grip of what potentially could be a possible crime wave?" the reporter, a blond light brown mongoose in a formal business attire consisting of a buttoned blue jacket and matching skirt wearing browline glasses asked as she stood looking into the camera, "citizens say no, but police say yes; for example, the kidnapping of Horace Roark Jr., potentially believed to be purported by a Chippendale Greenwald, led to major bust in an old abandoned apartment on the intersection of Dorset Drive and Gold Coral Road at the 9th District. Now, it seems that with this incident going on about, perhaps it's better to say that crime knows no boundaries at all as large kilos of drugs were uncovered from the wreckage of the museum basement after a fire broke out along with approximately several bodies nearby prior to the shootout; the fire still remains under investigation. As panicky civilians swarmed out of the museums the moment the bullets started flying, a few amongst them recalled seeing what appeared to be a caravan of cars chasing after someone, including Mimi Lawliet, whom was one of the lucky few; So who did you remember seeing enter the museum before it all when down?" "Well, there was this young boy who was dressed in black that came in here all by himself and I greeted him before he came up to me," the vermillion gopher from before answered looking understandably shocked as the camera turned to her face. Patrice asked Mimi another question, "do you have any idea who he looked like when he came here?" "From what I've remembered, it's actually very simple," the gopher had answered the mongoose, "it was a baby blue bunny running away from a bunch of cars that were speeding at him."
"Here's an artist's depiction of what the person might look like; anyone with information regarding this suspect should contact the police immediately," Patrice heralded as the camera focused on her again, this time with a moderately accurate sketching of what Mimi had seen earlier; what caught the chicken's attention was the sketching alone: it was Yang, the brother of the former's inamorata from the past. Whenever those two bunnies were around Coop they would have particularly favored pastime on what to do with him: for Yin, it was ignorance whereas her twin would capitalized on the whole thing like if it were some joke. While they both did have rare moments where they were truly nice to the golden chicken, for the most part, they considered the latter inferior to them by their standards. One of them, the blue boy, would pull pranks on Coop on occasion, or find newer and newer ways to make the latter suffer even more, like throw down an ear of corn onto the earth and has a safe fall down from the sky after consumption; however, even they had their limits as to how much they would mistreat him: the closest known case was when the pink hare had no other choice but to have a night on the town with him even as her twin did the same just to annoy them both. As a result, darkness fell onto the golden chicken instantly due to it whereas Yin sank deeper and deeper into the darkness itself very slowly until the latter when mad with evil and almost killed her own brother; however, she'd managed to regain control and convinced the former to do the same for everyone else sake. After that incident, Coop fed from her sight seeking help to control his powers in order to avoid making the same mistakes for that sake, especially her sake to begin with since the former loved the latter deeply. Following that, the golden chicken had learned to hone his powers and swore allegiance to the army that were better known as that dinky collection of misfits for the sake of fighting those who intend to bring harm only to be shot down by his own mother along with his friends as well; knowingly, thinking of it all reminded him of how his existence in a different family came to be but that was just another story.
Speaking of family, the kid antelope started to speak up towards Coop as if the former was in some kind of trance and the latter wanted to break it, "uh... Coop, are you okay?" "Oh, me?" the dumbfounded chicken responded to the question like if it had brought him back to the world of the living, "I've never felt better." "With the body count ranging between twenty to forty and property damage standing at approximately close to about less than ten million ka-chings, one thing is certain: the pain here is palpable; for many, this charred portrait of 'My Fair Lady' gives poignant new meaning to the phrase, 'Hey, check out that hot chick over there' and indeed it does," the mongoose concluded as she now holds up the singed yet viewable remains of this artwork itself that surprisingly found its way.
Next, there was that quiet town down by the riverside near the old smoldering forestry that which where Dave and his family currently lived. With the ash like snow left behind from last night since yesterday, it seemed settled that the fact of how it had carved a trail of obstruction from behind once more has proven to be duly incommodious; however, there were no automobiles of any shape, size, make, and/or model that drove through (and around) other streets, roads, turnpikes, avenues, bridges, tunnels, highways, freeways, and some off road because there was only but one road and one road alone, the vaguely dirt road where it acted as both an entry and egress altogether. Even though there are actually more streets (and alleys) beyond the road itself, it was more like a pedestrian mall where not even a bulldozer or a dump truck would plow throughout the piled snow and clear most of it away. As everything had already just remained the same as it was like only yesterday, people would still find it typical to not find anything out of the ordinary, at least not after that dreaded night from long ago since there was nothing to do. There was not even a single person in sight going to work by any means necessary at all around here despite being a Saturday even though that everyone had already been done working for the weekend, not even the folks who worked around or at their own homes or the unemployed looking through newspaper ads for some jobs in sight to begin with. Anyway, the overcast was going to break up real soon for that the sun would come out and show its face since the storm had already brought a redundancy of a cold winter; yet, it was still spelling out the things that have yet to come like the Ghost of Christmas Future.
While it was possible that neither the workers nor the jobless were in sight at all to begin with, it didn't mean that the boy tree stump was amongst them both for that he had no skills and still remained below the age to do so; furthermore, he was all alone outside with no one in sight standing a yard or two away from the river skipping rocks on the water. He had yet shown a crack in his hateful personality not even just this once a bit as a boy; he being a member of this Woo Foo Army whose manpower and man-hours were shifted towards only three people alone and no one else. It was a faint memory of Dave along with the retentions of his fellow others, forced to standby alongside with one another and their friends by their own family as the Night Master brought death and destruction onto the town they had all once lived in while the duties it should have been performed were undertaken by Yin and Yang with the help of their newfound father. Throughout the entire incident that had happened, it was like there's nothing that any of them could regardless of how it could have turned out, from the hopelessness gratuitously expressed by their moms and dads to how the actions of the twin hare's father had contributed to it all, leaving the tree stump with no one at all but his family. Perhaps it was all for the best since he yet to live up to being a warrior ready to lay down his life not just to preserve the (once) sacred martial art but to protect the world from devastation; after all, both his parents had felt that this went on too fast. But the others, the ones who had needed them all the most in such a time like this, expected results and they couldn't ignore the revelation of Yin and Yang's upbringing, the shortsightedness of the other parents, or even all the loved ones that had died in the end; ergo, many had no choice but to leave. Although the life of Dave along with others was justified since all of them were still too young, their parents were grown and had to face the consequences so with a heavy heart they've all scattered under the pain of death as a price for their actions.
Of course, that would possibly explain why the town that the boy tree stump now lived with his family in was so conveniently located next to the smoldering forest; better yet, with only one reason it was simple: that very forest used to be their very home. Right after the day of that terrible tragedy, many of the survivors had gathered and swore vengeance on them all, including he himself even though they were aware from a rationally point of view that there was nothing that he could have done at all; perhaps, their sorrow and anger were so great they had instantly forgotten almost everything. Either that or by some (planned) coincidence, a forest fire had soon broken out right around where Dave and his family once formerly lived in and raged out of control as it turned into a large conflagration that came from Hell to steal, kill, and destroy. In some form and fashion, it had worked very well: it had stolen away the all of blo(ss)oming foliage and the seasonal beauty of it all uncontrollably, it killed some of those unlucky either with higher degrees of fiery burns or with overwhelming smoke, and it had destroyed the entire forestry along with the lives of those that had lived there for so long. In short, many hopes and dreams were shattered by a single word of denial as fear overwhelmed a sense of justice; because of a single twist, lives were changed drastically, loved ones were lost, and a crueler environment rose up so with nothing left but painful memories of the former lives they'd lost, they continue on living in their new home. The tree stump still remembered it all and refused to forget about it all no matter what even to this day even after time had passed them by like strangers in the dark
As he had skipped his last rock onto the river with feeling of guilt and sadness underneath, he took a look at the smoking forest which was his home and saw something else approaching in the distance: it was another young male tree stump who look just like the former except that the latter's bark was darker, had on clothing and footwear of a darker color, was more older, and held the emotion of a(nti)pathy. Little was known about similarities except that it was based on mere emotions alone and nothing else; in fact, the origins of said relationship between the two were merely shady as if more has yet to be revealed. While they both did seem to be in the same family somehow, for the most part, they considered themselves to be easily overshadowed by one another at the same time as always. In what have seemed to be a few times on Dave's birthday, his possible double would give wedgies for fun but not out of true malice; after all, even the latter had limits as to how much he would go far: the very known case was when Yin and Yang chose to attend the festivities out of guilt for failing to do so on the former's birthday and how they were tricked because of it. As a result, the family of tree stumps in attendance had lied to them both and got burned; strangely, not only did they survived they had held no desire for retaliation either. After that, the relationship had erratically uncertain for it was actually rare to find the two of them both meeting and greeting at once. Following that, Dave had finally swore allegiance to the army that were better known as that dinky collection of misfits for the sake of fighting those who intend to bring harm only to be shot down by his own parents along with his friends as well; knowingly, thinking of it all reminded him of how the relationship was ambiguous but that was just another story.
Despite that, that gave the younger one an excuse to leave as it was now getting dreary as it is, reminding him of it all too much; besides, that was the very last rock he had skipped for now. The older one was unable to look back and recognize his brother that well off into the distance and even if the former did, the antipathy would possibly further increase the tension that much. Little did any of those two tree stumps knew, they were unaware of the danger that would come to pose as a threat to any of them later on in the next phase to begin with.
Now it was back to the quiet village where Jobeaux's home was present still present as the flag still show a beige diamond in the purple background standing out over the rest of the dilapidated slapdash. The red pickup truck had still sat on some cinderblocks in place of where four of the tires used to be, already clear that it had either seen much in its life(span) or never at all to begin with. Overall, it was still dead quiet even after all that had yet to happen.
Then, the attention was now currently focused on two males nearby the large wall that blocked the village in question and wherever laid on the other side in between; while they were both grownups, even they had differences towards themselves. First, for starters, one of them was a russet hobgoblin that looked like Jobeaux but older while the other male was a just a purple bulldog. Secondly, the hobgoblin had blond shock on its head whereas the bull()dog had dark red hair in a similar kind of hairstyle as the first on. The russet individual's face was as clear as a bell, free from being the hotspot for zits, pimples, spots, and boils whereas the purple one had scar overlapping with his left eyebrow and eyeball altogether aside from being clear as well. The blond wore a clothing set of a jet black tee shirt, some light blue pants, and some brown shoes while the red one wore one consisting of a pink jacket, a black shirt, a white tie, some magenta pants, and black shoes. Lastly, the purple bulldog was the only one out of the two grown males who had a cigarette in his mouth while the russet hobgoblin had nothing in his mouth at all to begin with.
Speaking of which, it had already became very crystal shiny clear that the two of them were already engaged in a conversation with one another, something to do with the secrecy of it all. The russet hobgoblin spoke to the purple bulldog, "hey, thanks again, Kern, I tell you what, man, that dang ol' medicine is just what my brother needs; come to think of it, where are your other friends, like Miner and that Taurus guys, anyway?" "Just to let you know, those two were unable to be here earlier," Kern the purple bulldog had answered the question, "as a matter of fact, the larger was very difficult to sneak in the moment they'd gotten caught by the police." "Oh man," were two words that had escaped from the blond as if had reason to believe that something wasn't right at all this time. The clientele then listened to the hawker a bit further, "there was also a major traffic problem at Howler Bridge because of some security checkpoint so I had to go the long way around." "I see what you're talking about, man, I'll tell you what," the russet hobgoblin responded, "dang ol' hard to get these pills here, like some special delivery package from the post office, man." "Do me a solid and make sure the stuff lasts for a while since it's time for me to lay low for a while, okay?" Kern requested as he'd transferred some items in question across the border over his clientele in what appeared to be a plastic bag. Before taking off, the blond confirmed and agreed to the smallest terms and conditions stated by the bulldog, "alright, see ya…!"
After a few seconds had passed and a few feet traveled in distance, the russet hobgoblin was finally all alone so he made sure that the stuff handed over was there and double-checked to see if anything was missing only to find that they were all together now returning to motion once more again; as he did so, he felt the cold brisk air and saw the gray scale gargantuan firmament with ennui seeing that he was just as the same like every (other) adult. Usually, the descending of the ash like snow was very common for wintertime, usually in the form of snowflakes that had brought people, young and old, together for old pastimes. Many people saw it as something special during the month of December when it was just in time for the holidays, especially during the end of itinerantly colorful fall and close to the end of the long year. Whenever the New Year had begun with the month of January but if the snow would still keep falling, then its subtle presence would still be tolerated by those that desired the tasteful freedom of leisure once more (and once again). Since it would also be in the middle of it all, it would vary from person to person in their point of view based on opinions. But, when it came to the month of February, even the snow itself becomes redundant as it has proved to be indifferent towards the flora and fauna that it fell upon; in fact, it was still the month of February nonetheless thanks to last night. Yet, thanks to the cloudy skies being broken up a bit, there was a sure chance that the golden sun would come out and brighten the day completely along with the hopes of others craving for the end of it all to come true.
Thankfully, he had reached home where he had opened the door, walked inside the home, and had closed the door behind him, only to find both Jobeaux and his mother meeting him in contrast to the climate outside, "welcome back home; how did everything go?" "Hello, nephew… hello sister," the russet hobgoblin had greeted them both back with such a lukewarm feeling, "just the dang ol' 'same old same old' kind of fine, man; anyway, how's your good ol' husband going so far?" "Well, Paris' throat is starting to feel better so far yet I'm not really sure if he's going to be alright after all this has happened," Jobeaux's mother had answered has she had a feeling of dread slowing creeping in her soul. The russet hobgoblin lightened up a bit and countered, "boy, I'll tell you what, he may have gotten under the dang ol' weather plenty of times before, but he always comes by through in the end." "I'm sort of getting the feeling that he was dying earlier," the goblin matriarch commented as her son remained unusually quiet after the brief salutations; surprisingly, she was focused back onto the conversation, "luckily, no one does anything around here that much now; of course, it would be selfish to say that I want things to stay like this a little longer." "You dang ol' love him that much don't you, sis?" her brother commented as he passed the stuff over to his nephew in hopes that it'll be delivered. Jobeaux's mother then responded to the russet hobgoblin with curiosity, "yeah don't you?" "Yes, I did…" he said before repeating to himself this time under breath so that no one else would hear him, "I did love him…"
Now the mountainside stood where it had remained all this time since that very last night in question and early morn(ing) where the clouds started to break up a bit as the sun's ray peered through them like it was about to rain manna from Heaven. Even though that the snow remained as it stood up slowly feeling the heat, that didn't mean that no one was there at all to begin with; in fact, there were one person walking in the distance carrying something. Regardless of the very ostensible wintriness that braced itself to have every February washed away as always, it didn't stop whoever it was from stopping and going every now and then between intervals.
It was Roger (Junior) who look just the same as he was before except that the clothing on him was dark and being worn out a bit and held the emotion of autophobia. The only thing that was known about the crate in his possession was that it was not rightfully his at all to begin with; in fact, it was stolen. The teenage ogre had gone and went somewhere in search of something needed for his family to survive, managing to swipe the first one within range without being caught by anyone in particular. For a while, Roger (Junior) had got(ten) away with it minus the retribution that would have been delivered upon him had he been not careful; but, he was never satisfied nor proud it either way. After all, he had been found out anyway by someone, his own father, Roger to be precise; despite that, this was all there was to it, nothing more and nothing less. Still, this was beneath the teenage ogre anyway, let alone something he would never dream of doing in a long time, no matter whatever it was, even if it were just merely foodstuff to begin with regardless of reason whatsoever.
At last, Roger (Junior) had reached the cave that was called home (away home) where his father, his mother Judi, and little sister Tillman had still lived nearby; needless to say, the former was relieved that it was over for now. Notwithstanding it all, this was beginning to look like too much to ever since with everything changing before their beady little eyes, how it'd looked like that the world was starting to hated them a lot more than the boy hated himself. Perhaps in some form and fashion, the dispersing clouds were still tending to show a bit of foreshadowing for things to come.
Now was the time those very readers had been directed to Lena's bedroom, except that she was already asleep; but, that did not mean that she was dead at all. Apparently, it would seem that the canine cub in question was still tired even though after presumably consuming a small breakfast from earlier that morning; perhaps, it was possible that it did little to stop it. But even if it did more, then for some reason the girl's illness would for some reason be somewhat stronger than that but not strong enough to be considered lethal or maybe because she was still tired. Irregardless, Lena was sleeping in heavenly peace due to the fact that nobody or better yet nothing at all was bothering her with the taboo noise of outsiders even as the complaint had already taken form. After all, it was the least that the canine cub could do for herself in order to be rid of this; besides, it was not like she truly wanted to be killed by a bug for whatever reason even though there was. In short, the girl was just fine already since no harm ever came to her.
There was just one problem, though unfortunately: Lena was starting to frisson and swelter in fear as her eyes tightly clenched while she'd grasp the comforter as if it were holding onto something for dear life; in other words, she was in a nightmare taking place in that town that was once there, riddled with devastated erections, leveled streets, a burning ring of fire around it, the screams and crimes of pain, crimson skies, enemy soldiers marching to and fro, and dead bodies everywhere. Starting to see color fade along with the purple dress elongated to the point where the lower appendages were no longer in sight, the canine cub saw two of her own friends, the twin rabbits and their father being hacked and slashed as the talons of the griffon made contact with their collective aura countless times, ripping away much of their fur and clothing as the blood of the triad fell onto the scorched earth before their owners plummeted to their deaths. Then, she saw the faces of Coop, Dave, Jobeaux, and Roger watch as a giant ball of red and black was thrown into their direction dangerously, the same way it did when Yin took the blow meant for Yang 'til it had made contact with them, draining them of their energy and the four started to lay tired and weary as if they were starting to weaken. Next, Lena saw their parents rush to aid them all as they started to die helplessly with little to no chance or recovery as all of them too were dead, burned alive by the infernal breath of the flamethrower spewed from Eradicus. Now, the canine cub was starting weep after seeing it before being forced to watch everyone and everything else being vaporized by lasers that were shot out of the Night Master's own two eyes. Finally, just as the entire town had now been completely reduced to rubble, the griffon turned to face her with a maliciously smug grin as if for some reason the former was aware of the latter's presence, choking and crushing the very life out of her very slowly by the neck until…
"AAAHHHHHHHH!" a screamed had echoed as it was belonging to Lena, bringing her back to reality where she woke up and found herself in the bedroom gasping and panting for air for a while. After at least a few minutes, the canine cub was fighting back the will to shed tears as if that no one was there to comfort her; in fact, she was all alone in the house, home alone to be precise. With another interval of silence passed she slowly stood up straight, put on her bathrobe, and started to leave the bedroom; in next to no time at all, she had finally reached the lavatory. Lena then shut the door behind her, went towards the bathtub, and opened the curtains which had revealed the entrance; taking knowledge of the mixer tap's three handles, the canine cub had placed her hands on the two knobs, one with hot water clockwise and the other in a semicircle. Before long, water shot out of its spout and onto the tub as it started to go down the drain; afterwards, she had found a cap nearby and placed it directly over the drain, causing the water to fill up the bathtub slowly. As it did so, Lena looked into the mirror and saw the spots on her face with a grimacing scowl, bringing little comfort to herself at all for it'd reminded her of all those yesteryears long ago that passed by her.
Looking at the nightwear that was worn right now, the canine cub first discarded the housecoat from her body before doing the same to her undergarments; now, the she was bared, sensing the icy brisk of winter creep from the outside as it was dousing the turquoise fur on the owner's body. The illness wasn't the only thing that had changed her even though it didn't do anything else to her other than made her suffer in silence as her body was at war with it; in fact, it was also herself as well. The mastoid cleavage was of a fair size for Lena: a diameter of less than a decimeter, the volume of over a pint, and of a light weight of less than two pounds; in addition, the nubbins at the tip of them both were small. The canine cub had all the curves implemented on her very body that made a few males' nose (except her father's) start bleeding yet she had the restraint and chastity held onto for throughout the start of her puberty; in fact, she was too sick to even encounter any()one of them at all. Her bared abdomen had also possessed a petite navel of such questionable profundity with the boundary no bigger than a pea. In between those plain yet shapely (fore)legs was a whispering eye that had signified and confirmed Lena's gender as a female, nothing more and nothing less.
As the water inside was starting to overflow, the canine cub quickly turned the knobs to the opposite direction it was in to release the water tightly, stopping the water from pouring out of the spigot. She then opened the curtains and stepped into the tub carefully as her feet landed in the water, bringing a (more or less luke)warm feeling to her body as she sat inside 'til head and shoulders was above the water. As those rosy cheeks turned red, Lena finally sighed in such gorgeous bliss for that if peace and tranquility were her true parents, resting comfortably as she closed her eyes slightly.
The weather was still cold outside seeing that the sky was slowly turning bright with clouds rolling alongside the dim atmosphere as they've dispersed while the sun was hovering over Novi Finis City where every single suburban residence, big or small, was baptized in resplendent wonder. The sleet that had remained neatly on the very street along with the slush and black ice in those bodies of rime over the flat and narrow concrete slowly burned and sizzled for it was laying down there in the hot sun. The (en)harmonic honking and beeping of the constant traffic jam that resided in between the foreground and the background of this big city was the sure sign that this was now rush hour, automobiles of all sizes, makes, and even models now at a greater disadvantage on the streets, roads, turnpikes, avenues, bridges, tunnels, highways, freeways, and even expressway regardless of direction whatsoever. The people that had gone to work either by any means necessary were given an opportunity to just go ahead dine on their break, however and wherever they chose to do it as they please; in addition, the folks who worked around or at their own homes along with the some who were unemployed looking through newspaper ads for some jobs sat down to relax. A calm breeze strolled through the town offering a sense of serenity to passersby; in turn, a few pedestrians (and bicyclists as well) were all aware that the breeze would keep many of them cool and unperturbed as most went to continue on with their daily lives outside in life. Other than that, it was so tranquil it was as if that very proximity was near some forested woodland that time had remembered, refusing to leave even when it was already known that the (post)modernism of civilization had colonized over there.
Despite this peace, all was far from being said and done for that trouble was still brewing even underneath this tranquil façade that made its own citizens feel like home; Yang wakes up still battered and bruised and finds himself in a vehicle, a black hatchback to be precise. Those amethyst eyes had flown open as proof of his condition as if they were exposed to the environment, feeling dazed and confused; still, the blue bunny sported a black eye which was fading away. The blood on his face that had finally dried up after all the punishment it had underwent from long ago, no longer in sight on his skin at all to begin with. Many cuts and bruises that had been sported on both arms had turned into scabs; even a few scratches were all gone from those legs pretty much everywhere as if Yang was never hurt at all. More descriptively, the blue hare was all alone or so he believed yet only focused on the fact that he was alive and well nonetheless; however, his loneliness was due to the fact that his siblings were still out there. A moment of silence was to do no good for it all since it kept reminding him of such realizations, let alone offer him comfort for his troubles considering how he had caused much trouble.
As Yang starts to sit up in the driver's seat his ears had picked up a sound and it was coming from a cellphone sitting on the passenger seat nearby him, rumbling as it had rang. Annoyed, the blue rabbit picks it up in his hands and opened, answering, "hello; what? Yeah, alright I'm listening." "Rise 'n' shine, my boy," the voice responded as it had immediately belonged to the swine from before, "you've got work to do." "Get on with it, already!" Yang grunted as he was feeling annoyed by the fact he was talking to someone that caused him great pain. Unchallenged, Roark spoke, "I want you to pay your old pal down a visit Keenan, right? I want you to let him know that he's going to be free." "What's this all about?" the blue bunny demanded, still confused about it all, "and who's Keenan?" "I want you to do a little do-it-yourself," the swine answered nonchalantly as it had barely even matter to him. Far from satisfied, Yang raised his voice a bit, "I'm not sure I get you."
Of course, this was beginning to be the real heated conversation amongst the two males in question, the young one on the brink of screaming and the old one still keeping on levelheaded. "Oh, indeed you will," Roark countered smugly, "the truth is I'm sending you on a little mission to the courthouse. You see, they've got your lad, Keenan, you remember him? You've had a run-in with him last night at my son's Boar Mitzvah when you almost tried to, how do I say, shank him; however, he's gonna be pleased to see you because you're going to break him out. Now, it'll be crawling with filth thanks to what had happened earlier with your shenanigans since they'll be all over the place; but, some of the boys of mine will take care of the escort. You just get to drive the car and ram it off the road while Keenan will take care of the rest; are you getting this? You dare not disappoint me, my boy because I hope that my men here have knocked some sense into your thick skull!" "You ought to be outta your mind; I'm thirteen years old and I'm too young to drive anyway…!" the blue hare shouted in disbelief. Uncaringly, the swine finally spoke to him, "you heard me, just get on with it. I'd better be seeing that great escape topping your work on the six o' clock news, or your girls will be all over the headlines by ten. I don't want any excuses, my boy; just do the job if you want to see them alive."
And so with that, Yang had no choice but to start up the hatchback as its motor revved to life, jet black carbon monoxide flowing out of the tailpipe as it had merged with the fresh air. With only one foot on the brake pedal, the blue rabbit put the gear shift from park to drive; as a result, the wheels were in motion at once as he started to drive off. Needless to say, this was starting to turn out to be a traditional case of one thing leading to another going from bad to worse, a case of mortal proportions to be precise.
Meanwhile, things were a lot different on the other side of town, especially when someone had to drive somewhere that has a traveling distance outmatching a pedestrian's trip with a means of transport(ation) required. A convoy consisting of three police automobiles, one subcompact, a van, and a sedan were traveling on the same shared path as if they were going to someplace of sheer importance; additionally, Henry had joined along too as he was following them from behind as the fourth squad car in the caravan. The indigo bunny maintained distance as he did so, disgruntled by the fact that he was partaking in such a task this greatly unfavorable, let alone tedious.
As a few minutes had passed by that fast, everything started to happen all too soon; a SUV came out of nowhere at high speeds, crashing into the sedan before it burst into flames with the occupants trapped inside. "Wong, we'll protect the van!" the radio inside his car garbled, "you take out that SUV!" This order along with said act performed caused Henry to do so as he started to give chase, turning on the sirens as he'd sped up to follow this reckless driver up front in question. Realizing and given the fact that the leading automobile showed great disregard for the rules of the road and those nearby, the indigo hare was determined to never let the driver out of his sight, let alone his mind; ergo, it was now more of a (steeple)chase. He caught up sooner and rammed into the SUV before decelerating a bit; still, its driver remained unchanged as the latter charged wildly into the streets, causing the former to continue on. Soon, the leading automobile made a right turn while Henry caught up with him again, the former now using part on the sidewalks to gain speed before using the fastback to crash into the latter again; as a result, the SUV was now emitting black smoke from its motor as it then made a left turn. The indigo rabbit still followed up as he was gaining some more speed once again, turning every way 'til it had finally caught up to the reckless driver and slammed into the latter one last time, causing the SUV to burst into flames the same way it did with the sedan. "About time; for a second there, I thought he'd never stop," Henry thought to himself as he had gotten back on the road. Suddenly, the indigo bunny hear something come from his radio as it emitted, "Wong, we're being rammed by a black Lawless!"
Henry then started to searched for the van that was in need of great help with hopes of regrouping; unfortunately, there was one thing he was unaware that was causing it to cry for help: the black Lawless hatchback belonged to Yang whose owner had been watching the whole thing unfold, while following behind them all without bringing attention until the sedan crashed and burned (literally). Now all alone and currently unopposed, the blue hare had now gave chase, following this van up front in of him reluctantly as if it were his only choice handed down to him so far, determined to never let it out of his sight, let alone his mind; ergo, that too was also a (steeple)chase. He caught up sooner anyway and had rammed into the van before decelerating a bit; still, its driver in the lead remained unchanged as he charged wildly into the streets continuing on and on. Soon, the van up in front made a left turn while Yang caught up with it again, using the black hatchback to crash into the former again; as a result, it was now emitting black smoke from its motor while making a right turn. The blue rabbit still followed up as he was gaining some more speed once again, turning every way 'til it had finally caught up to the van once more and slammed into it one last time, causing the two automobiles to go neck and neck as if they were competing for the lead.
Suddenly, the larger one lost control, overturning as it slides along the pavement and lies on its side while the smaller one stops in its tracks nearby; after a while, someone had crawled out: it was Keenan now in a blue jumpsuit with a faint yellow stripe running down from his left shoulder down to his leg. "The fuck you looking at?" the black falcon shouted as he took note of Yang now out of his car witnessing it all, "what's your problem?" "Your friends here sent me to bust you out of here so let's get the Foo out of here before every copper around turns up!" the blue bunny answered, annoyed by the fact that he was met with such ungratefulness, let alone angry at the fact that he had finally did something truly wrong." Keenan edges forward to the hatchback, opens the door on the driver's side, pulls a dummy of him(self) out, drags it over to the police van, and sets it down as if he's faking his own death all while saying, "that will give them bitches the slip." "What are you talking about?" Yang demanded, now confused about what the black falcon is doing, "hurry up already, I'm hearing sirens!" "Fine already; if I'm gonna do, the least I could do is maybe as well top myself," Keenan grunted as he takes the grenade launcher and shoots at the police van, causing it to explode; afterwards, he jumps up and down in victory. Riled, the blue hare yells at the black falcon, "CAN WE GET THE HELL OUT OF HERE, ALREADY?" "What's your fucking hurry, punk?" Keenan shouts back at Yang as the former fires another grenade at the wreckage once more, "I've got a few rounds left."
At that moment, Henry Wong speeds around the corner and drives towards the two of them in his fastback, finally able to catch up since there was a good chunky trail of destruction that had unfolded. "HEY, EVERY COP IN THIS WHOLE DAMN CITY WILL BE HERE IN A MINUTE; CAN WE GO NOW?" the blue rabbit counters as he feels himself about this close to breaking a seal in his pants. The young black falcon continues firing grenades at the car 'til it loses control, swerves off the road, and slides onto its side upside down; now, he says to Yang, "all right, all right, I'm done now." "Well, you should be already!" the blue bunny shouted, "just get in the stupid car, will ya?" Keenan gets in and lies down in the back of the car before they drive off; as they do so, the indigo hare sees Yang in the car from the windshield.
Author's Note: Now that was a mouthful... I guess I should rest for now; but, before I do so, I want to say something important. First off, Garnet is officially our OC now so chew paper suckers. Secondly, the reporters from earlier are now still alive as well so far just as a shout out to the original series; additionally, Patrice Paley is based off of Patsy Smiles from Camp Lazlo mixed in with a bit of Tricia Takanawa from Family Guy. Third, I have decided to introduce Jobeaux's uncle whose name will not be revealed in third person until later on in the story; after all, you already know about it anyway so don't spoil it yet. Lastly, Roger Junior's screen time has been lengthened to flesh out the relationship more descriptively since that family is everything to themselves and other; besides, I was running out of ideas anyway.
Sanzo: Aren't you forgetting something?
Dominique: Uh, yeah... Please Read and Review!
Sanzo: Uh no... before that.
Dominique: What's that?
Sanzo: I guess it's up to me now. Due to this chapter so far we have successfully managed to reach over a hundred thousand words so far, let alone become the first Yin Yang Yo story to do so! (confetti and balloons rain down as Dominique pulls out a noisemaker and blows into it)
Dominique: Okay, since that we're done now that's it, we now recommend you readers out there to spread the word to everyone you know after you please review after reading in hopes that we will make double the amount of words on this story to show support for it and its fans; in short, THREE CHEERS FOR YIN YANG YO: HIP HIP HURRAY, HIP HIP HURRAY, HIP HIP HURRAY!
Sanzo: And three cheers to the douchebag that made it all possible: MICHAEL EISNER; HIP HIP BOO... HIP HIP BOO... HIP HIP BOO YOU SUCK!
Michael Eisner: I HATE YOU BASTARDS SO MUCH NOW; WAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!
Dominique: We're done already?
Sanzo: It seems, now let's all go hit the hay already...
Dominique: Fine by me...
