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It was this weird and crazy drunken dream, she couldn't tell what it is due to all of the fuzziness. In it, Kazooie was running through the forest at the dead of night. She was heading to this place called a Great Oak Tree, supposing a huge tree that was probably hundreds of years old. She didn't knew why, all she knew was that there was something waiting for her there.

All in the while, someone or something was chasing her. Kazooie couldn't see who it was, the darkness was engulfing the path behind her. But she heard it, heavy footfalls, and horrid breathing, so putrid she could even smell it. Her instinct was to fly away, but with damaged wings she couldn't go anywhere in the air. All she could do was run, run on those turkey legs of hers.

"Get over here you chickensh#t!" cursed her pursuer, "You have some debt to pay."

Kazooie made the mistake of looking back, she saw a vague human form, fuzzy at best. But she could see clearly of his weapon of choice, a logging ax, with the blade glistening in the moonlight with blood from a previous victim. Not even with the help of Banjo would fight him back, something was protecting the monster, some supernatural force. Kazooie didn't want to know what the force is, she turned her attention back on the road and kept on running.

"What are you running for turkey?" said the monster, "Did you forget to turn off the stove before you left home?"

She kept on running, eventually reaching some sort of clearing up ahead. Once there, Kazooie saw a vast open savanna, bathed under the glow of the full moon. She ran straight into the horizon, when she looked back she saw the monster following not far behind. When he entered the moonlight, she saw he took the shadows with him, or he was actually oozing shadows out from every pore of his body. Kazooie saw his face, which was partially covered in darkness. It was human, or just a shell of a human.

"You think you can insult every person you meet without consequences?" he barked at her, "You think they don't have feelings! How about poor Bottles you little bitch? he helped you and even died for you! And you treat him like dirt!"

Who was her pursuer? How did he know about Bottles? Was he a stalker to begin with, was he out to kill her for her attitude? Kazooie wasn't so sure, but she had a reason to fear him. The human form could be the most feared in the wild, it alone can terrify any helpless creature. Combine that human form with an animal, and you got yourself a monster. However, you don't have to look inhuman to be a monster, you just have to act like one.

Kazooie was no monster, though she did looked like one at one time (a dragon). Her purser however, was telling her that she cannot be mean without being stood up to. It seemed like it, though he didn't directly say it at all. Her friends might defend her, maybe say some nice stuff about her. But it has nothing to do with personality, it has to do with punishment. Punishment of what exactly?

Maybe, maybe it was a test of her will. To see if she was really that tough. Not physically, but psychologically. If it was indeed a test, she was failing horribly.

Kazooie kept running down the field and eventually saw her destination, an old cabin that was sitting next to a forest and a vast lake that showed the moon's reflection on its undisturbed waters. The forest was a good place to hide a body, but the lake was even better. Fish creatures would pick any corpse clean, all the way to the bone, then the natural bacteria will feast off of what's left. A body dumped into the lake would be gone forever, Kazooie didn't wanna wound up in that fate.

She kept running towards the cabin, her purser closing in. Kazooie's heart raced to keep up with the oxygen demand, but the air seemed to be devoid of oxygen. She tried to use her wings to gain some more speed, but they failed to provide the needed boost. Nonetheless, she made it all the way to the cabin door in one piece. She quickly ran inside and slammed the door behind her before locking it. Kazooie then pressed her back against the door with wings extended, determined to hold him back

The ax blade went clean through the door, Kazooie saw it's head sticking through the hole it made above her, it looked like it was peaking through to see what's inside. Her purser removed the ax from the door and gave it another go, making the hole bigger. Kazooie could never be more terrified than this moment of her life.

Up stairs! Cried a faint voice, What you need is upstairs!

Kazooie spotted the stairs in question and bolted towards it, instinct told her to go as high as possible. She managed to spot the entrance to the attic, which was at the end of a hallway. There in the dark, Kazooie rushed up to the door and jumped onto the string. The door came down via her own weight and spat out its stairs, she quickly rushed up the stairs and pulled them back as she heard the front door crashed inward from below.

"Come out, come out, wherever you are." said the pursuer, "I have something for you."

Kazooie managed to barricade the attic door with an old broom, then pulled out the cord. In the dark, she still didn't feel safe. Maybe there was a flashlight somewhere in this attic, the owners wouldn't miss it. Maybe there could be a gun for her to use.

She started looking, patting her wings all over the place awhile trying to be silent. Kazooie couldn't seem to keep her heart from beating loudly, the thought that this might be the last moments of her life clung to every muscle in her body. Kazooie kept searching, searching feverishly for anything she could use. Kazooie froze when she heard heavy footsteps coming from down below, her spine went cold when she heard the sound of her pursuer's breath making its way through the floor and into her ears.

"Where are you filthy feathered one?" he crooned.

Kazooie shifted one of her wings and found something, some sort of cylinder shaped object. Was it the barrel of a gun? She picked it up and fumbled around with it, then it gave off a powerful bright light.

You found it! The faint voice cried.

She suddenly heard something crashed through the floor behind her, Kazooie turned around and saw her pursuer standing before her. He looked slightly bigger than she remembered, more importantly how did he get up here so fast? He began to march towards her, Kazooie made her way to the far corner of the wall, her eyes bled hot tears as fate comes closing in.

"There you are you ugly bird." said the pursuer as he raised the ax.

Kazooie shined the flashlight at her pursuer's face, he let out a monstrous growl in response. The light appeared to be burning him, burning the shadows that encased him in a thick dark cocoon. The burning sound was like a table saw going mad, and it was louder than a banshee's cry. Even though her pursuer was stunned temporarly, he continued to march forward with an arm over his face. With the other arm, he raised the ax once more. Kazooie squeezed her eyes and waited for the killing blow.

It never came, but what she got instead was a humanoid hand gripping the base of her throat. A blast of white light singed her eyes as she dropped the flashlight, she flapped her wings wildly in order to get away but failed. Everything went dark when she was stuffed inside a thick brown sack, it smelled like potatoes, the odor did nothing to knock her mind out of focus.

"Kazooie!" cried Lizzy's voice.

"Help!" Kazooie cried.

"Your screams are useless you feathered bird," said another voice, "You're just what I need for my special experiment."

"Let her go!" cried Lizzy.

"Azrael! Get rid of her!"

Kazooie heard the sound of cat pouncing, followed by Lizzy screaming, "Lizzy!" cried some green smurf voices, "To arms, to arms! We're under attack!"

"Let's get out of here Azrael!" cried the voice.

"Gargamel!" cried Chad's voice, "No!"

Something popped and hissed gas, the green smurfs began to cough profusely. Kazooie felt her broken leg stung her with pain, the sudden stimulus knocked whatever sleep she had left. She realized she had woken up from one nightmare and into another, it was all real. The suffering and cries, everything. Kazooie couldn't struggle anymore and went limp, and her mind went into a fog after that.

. . .

Kazooie couldn't remember how long she had been inside that potato sack, it felt like forever. She thought about Lizzy and thought about Banjo, thought about pretty much everything. The whole world had closed in, it wasn't to strangle her lifeless before eating her. Kazooie wanted to get out, she wanted to tear open the bag and escape. But she was too tired, and was still a bit drunk from last night. All she could do was play along.

She listened to the world that had been blocked to her view, Kazooie heard the sound of a door swinging open and shutting, and it wasn't long before she was dumped onto a table. "What do we have here?" said the man called Gargamel, "Is this what we call a breegull?"

Kazooie looked up and saw the evil wizard staring down at her, realizing she was now in his hovel didn't work up much emotion, she was already terrified enough. "Who are you?" she asked, "What are you?"

"I'm the great Gargamel of course," said Gargamel, "An evil wizard hellbent on the destruction of the putrid smurfs, but of course I had turned my attention away for awhile to-"

Gargamel was cut off when a tabby cat came hopping onto the counter, Kazooie saw the seemingly lifeless body of Lizzy inside it's mouth. Lizzy! Kazooie screamed in her mind.

"Azrael!" cursed Gargamel, "Drop that, you don't know where's it's been."

Gargamel grabbed Lizzy out of Azrael's mouth and tossed her aside like a rag doll, she slammed into the cobblestone wall and flopped onto a counter below. Kazooie felt her heart ache, this was someone who had dedicated her life to care for her and now was tossed aside like trash. She wanted to return the favor, there's gotta be a way to save Lizzy.

"Where was I?" asked Gargamel, "Oh yeah. Of course I had to turn my attention away for awhile due to the lack of results, and you came into view."

"Why do you need me Big Nose?" said Kazooie.

"Oh your such a pesky one, I'm looking for dinner and I heard about you. There weren't any turkey nor chickens around and I heard the breegull tasted somewhat similar to both, there's only one way to find out."

"Oh no, oh no no no no no! Not happening, I repeat, NOT HAPPENING!"

Kazooie tried to fly away by flapping her wings for flight, she had forgotten they were damaged and were utterly useless. Even if they were, Gargamel still managed to catch her by clamping down on her neck with his hand. "You won't be going anywhere, I'll be sure I'll cut your head off faster with one single blow."

She screamed as she continued to struggle, Gargamel wound up grabbing her in her bad leg and she screamed even louder. The wizard wound up slamming her down onto her back and pressed his hand hard on her chest, "I had to walk 6 miles to the Green Smurf Colony, sneak my way through, get you, then walk 6 miles back. I'll be sure I get what I came for, I'll hack your head off where you lay."

That's when Gargamel pulled out a hatchet, Kazooie's pupils shrink from the sight of it. Had she not had the previous nightmare she would be still struggling for life, seeing the hatchet made her blood run cold. Shock had settled in, and she was ready to faint. Gargamel managed to hold her head down as Kazooie squeezed her eyes shut, Forgive me. She thought.

THUMP!

Kazooie jumped at hearing it, thinking that the blow sliced her head off. But she could still feel her body, even move the wings and toes. She was still in one piece, and life hadn't left her yet. Kazooie opened her eyes and saw Gargamel slumped over on the table with spirals in his eyes, and behind him was... Banjo?

The honey bear panted as he lowered a slightly rotted 2 x 4, Kazooie saw that he had bandages wrapped over his head. So Chad was right of Banjo having a head injury after all, somehow he found her, and saved her at a nick-a-time. The ax that nearly ended her life lay on the floor, totally forgotten.

"Banjo!" cried Kazooie.

"Oh thank Rare," said Banjo.

Banjo picked up Kazooie and hugged her tightly, "Did he hurt you?" he asked.

"No," said Kazooie, "But I was already hurt to begin with, my leg is broken Banjo, my fault."

Banjo saw the cast on her broken leg, his expression soon dropped south, "How?" he asked.

"Long story," said Kazooie, "We need to get help, Lizzy-"

"Wait, who?"

"Over there!"

Kazooie turned towards Lizzy who was still laying on the counter motionless, Banjo walked over to her and picked her up with a free hand. "She's still alive." said Banjo.

"The Smurf Village," said Kazooie, "We're not that far!"

"Where?"

"I'm not sure, but I can feel it's close!"

Just as Banjo turns towards the front door, Kazooie asked, "What did you do with the cat?"

"Uhh..." said Banjo, "I rather not go there."

Banjo opened the front door and stepped out, just as he does so a sudden flash and bang stunned them. Banjo dropped to his knees, yet still held onto Kazooie. When their vision and hearing quickly restored, they looked up and saw Chernov flying over head. He was wearing a jet-pack, which gave him flight. Not only that, he was holding what looked like the nozzle of a flamethrower. Despite the appearance, he posed no threat to them, "Whoops." he said, "Sorry, wrong target."

"Chernov," said Kazooie, "Man I'm glad to see you!"

"And I'm glad you found your friend," said Chernov, "Tell me Banjo, what was it like going through that forest in finding your pal Kazooie?"

"Hard," said Banjo, "My feet was sore and things looked dire, I was just walking along the river when I saw this Gargamel carrying something. My instincts told me to follow him, and when I saw that he had Kazooie, I just had to act."

"I won't be surprised that you killed my grandfather." said Chernov.

"That wizard was your grandfather!"

"I have an unusual family tree, I'm half-human and half-smurf. I'm the first of my species, the green smurfs. And I see you found one of my half-sisters there, I personally thought she was dead from what I saw that cat do to her."

"The Smurf Village," said Kazooie, "Where is it?"

"Follow me." said Chernov.

TO BE CONTINUED...