Chapter Eleven

William latched his wings onto Blu's and hauled him onto his feet. The macaw's face turned wrinkly and tight from the immense agony that layered his entire back. Now would be the good time for a chiropractor to work his magical hand on Blu's strained back.

The crow shoved Blu onward but his back ached once more and he immediately halted.

"Come on Blu! The spies."

This sent Blu into a frantic motion, "There are no spies and you are not real! Why can't you just go away!" Then it suddenly hit Blu.

Everything that William did was a clue, a hint of a figment of one's imagination, and it stood right in front of him the whole time.

How the human C.I.A agent understood what William said was the first clue. Blu remembered, "If you break this bird's neck then I'll make sure to demote you back to janitorial work."

It was so obvious. Then there was the mystery of how Blu was able to attract the C.I.A's attention. Thousands of miles away from the patriotic United States and his genius managed to leak in only a day.

Even if William Harrison told of this, then how would the U.S government react? A bird that is smarter than all humans? Blu didn't suspect this until now but now his suspicion is confirmed.

Then William interrupted Blu's train of thought. The agitated crow thrust his talons onto Blu's neck. The secured grip was squeezing the life out of him, and Blu was immobilized on the ground.

Real or not, Blu is dying with his throat not being able to supply the sufficient oxygen into his lungs. His wings flicked onto the ground, trying to grab hold of any item that could be used as a weapon.

Blu only clutched onto a patch of dry leaves and black earth. What was he going to do with them? Throw them at a crow, whose maintaining the upper hand, like a naughty five year old? The gripping only got tighter in less than the time that it would have taken for Blu to solve a simple algebraic equation.

William snarled, "Real enough for you?" Then he released his restraint.

Blu could feel his neck expanding from the rush of air that flowed into his throat once more. Never once in his life was Blu ever grateful for Mother Nature to be kind enough to supply life with air.

Blu's head started to feel light like helium and an aloof feeling fade onto the back of his mind. He blinked a couple of times with the dark shadow flashing before his brownish pupil. Then, like straight from a horror movie, when Blu blinked once more, he saw Pip.

He was holding the vividly orange book "Green Eggs and Ham" and he only stood there. William paid no attention to his sudden appearance and he returned back to business.

"It's time to get back to work Blu" he said. William plucked a sheet of paper out of nowhere. He shook the paper in front of Blu's face and he could see the tiny waves of ripple that streamed downward until it reached the bottom of the paper.

Blu didn't ponder for a second. He jumped onto his feet, once more, his wings fluttered to life, and he soared uncontrollably toward Pip. His head met the little bird's stomach.

Blu could feel Pip's breath being knocked out of his body as it blew onto the back of Blu's aching neck. Both birds fell down but Blu seized Pip's wing and he quickly drove him upward until Pip was on his feet again.

Breathing heavily, but able to hang onto his favorite book while standing. Then, stepping out of the shadow, was the human agent. His cast was still on his right arm but the deadly revolver still hanged onto his left hip.

"Pip let's go!"

They dashed through fallen trees and broken rubbles of rock. Blu could feel the revolver lifting with the bony finger ready to jam against the steel trigger while the iron sight was pointing its chipped metal at him. Giving greater accuracy and precision for the agent.

The familiar sound went. The trigger clicking, steel barrel turning and creaking, cocked hammer diving and striking the ignition with its blunt end, then the crackling of the speeding bullet.

Blu could feel it slicing its way towards him. Oh the pain and agony that he will feel. Suffering and being tortured by the embedded bullet while it ripped through muscle and bones, until he completely bleeds out from his wretched back.

Then it missed. The agent's left arm wasn't as good as his right, Blu thought. He didn't feel anything until a sharp screech vocalized his left side. The side where Pip ran along with him.

He didn't turn. A large part of Blu wanted to turn around, to drape his wings over his fallen friend, and to cry as he would for a brother. But he repressed the urging and instinct. He took a couple of short steps before preparing his wings for flight.

He could hear Pip cry out to him, "Blu! Don't leave me!"

But he did. "It hurts so much! Help me!" But he couldn't. "Come back!" But he wouldn't.

Then his stumbling momentum was enough. His wings rose toward the sky and Blu thrust himself into the air. Just like the night when Jewel left him because of her fear from his insanity. And just like that same night Blu left Pip ,just like Jewel leaving Blu, to wallow in their own demise.

Far away from any danger, Blu let his guards down and his emotion cleaned out his body. His visions blurred from the tears that was poured onto his eyes, his wings refusing to fly any further, and his mind panicking and dashingly racing.

Blu stumbled toward the ground like a snobbling fool. His head was burrowed deep into his wings where he cried his heart out. He couldn't stand it anymore. He created an impenetrable barrier from his friends, he chose intellect over lov* ,still not right, and he left his best friend to perish from a bullet that was meant for him.

Pip tried to guide Blu toward the light and away from the facts, numbers, theories, and shadows and what was his reward? Oh yea. A pointed lead that embedded itself onto his flesh while he scarily bleed out. The war in Blu's head only grew in size. His reality/imagination and intellect/imagination of an imagination were hating each other.

They were going to save their best soldier for last and Blu was going to be caught in a terrible crossfire. The best soldier was a mystery to Blu but he could care less. His ,still, light head rose upward along with his wings. He wearily stood on his own two feet and stumbled away while hitting his body against the trees.

Blu wanted to get away as far as possible. Away from the birds and people who have helped him and away from those who only brought him closer to darkness and facts. His intellect is officially a dam curse. But this curse can't be forgotten or beaten.

Blu cannot forget his hunger for knowledge as it continued to grow inside of him. He felt sickened by the ugliness of his mind. And though he hates to admit it from the tragedy and hating, he still has to crown it 'imaginative.'

And nobody knew better than himself.


Author's Note: About a couple more chapters before this ends. Please leave a review if you felt touched or sad by this. Oh and check my bulletin board for my updates on stories. Also feel free to read "Phantom Company" and don't forget to type a review.