Chapter Twenty-One "Villain's Objective"
Tim heard Blake's subconscious thoughts, it was clear his power had advanced; he wasn't even close to the room Blake was staying in.
"This is getting out of whack, I don't want this mind reading ability it's causing more bad then good, I could have sworn I just heard him think on a battle strategy in his sleep! The obsessive freak." said Tim.
Tim locked all the doors in the house and decided he would get a few hours sleep then stay up in case he tries something.
His pure blue tail sunk down as he'd helped Gizmo AND Blake not to mention what time of night it was.
His eyes sunk low and he fell where he was standing fast asleep, on his living room floor.
Blake batted his eyes after a few hours feeling the strength to sit up.
"Where am I?" he thought then realizing the answer to his question.
He touched his leg but felt a stinging pain after doing so.
"When I get my hands on that hedgehog." He growled.
Blake struggled to slide off the bed then he walked his way into Tim's small bathroom.
The walls of Tim's house were completely bare wood with no paint from being built a short while ago, and some things were unfinished, but Blake was able to find a sink a towel and a mirror.
He took a good look at his jaw and it seemed better, he removed the sling he'd made out of a piece of his cape.
His cape was not on him but next to the bed.
Blake took his shoulder pads off along with the metal bands of armor and the golden rings and set them next to the sink.
He began to wash up his fur was a little tinted red and still scarred, Shadow had done a number on him.
About thirty slow minutes and Blake had no more tinted red blots on him; he hesitated when seeing the red handprint.
"This had to have been Tai's handprint, it's a sign of respect to lay a hand on the fallen commander, his village strongly believed in honor." thought Blake.
Blake took a deep breath.
"Well at least he has a tiny bit of decency even as a traitor." thought Blake.
He hurt like crazy but was not going to take the time to worry about that, his jaw seemed a little mended Tim must have helped him there he'd thought.
"There's another puzzling question, why would that fox take the time to help me?" said Blake.
Blake polished the metal bands then put them around his wrists again and around his ankle and wore one as a belt, and then he put his golden rings around his hands, batted his cape and placed it on along with his shoulder pads.
He felt a lot better after having went over his elbows and leg and arm with a wet towel even if he made a mess of Tim's bathroom.
He wasn't loosing any more blood and felt very refreshed.
His jaw was a little pain giving but he ignored it.
"That jaw will heal in a few days." He thought.
Blake felt this tension, as if something was familiar about this place.
The villainies hedgehog walked by Tim and outside to catch a better breath and leave that feeling behind.
But in seeing the way the area was so green and kept gave him a quiver of anger and yet, the hedgehog actually felt a slight amount of guilt.
His family used to live in a place similar to this, with the grass so pure and the silent yet calming feeling around it.
He was thinking of leaving but decided to sit down for a moment.
He laid one leg on the ground resting his head on the other as he sat going over things in his mind.
Taking another breath he felt calm but felt the tension nonetheless.
"This gives me weird vibes, from how I used to live before my empire." thought Blake. "Before my family completely betrayed me."
Blake started ripping some of the grass while sitting as he was thinking.
"That son of mine had potential why'd he throw it all away?" said Blake. "I may have scolded him but that was only to make him tougher and stronger, if he wanted to lead after me he would need to be untouched by anything."
Blake let the wind take the ripped up grass.
"My Son should have shown me respect." said Blake. "I will find a way to rid him and I shall not be weak, even if he is my son..."
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