Warriors: The New Era.
Chapter Twenty Seven: The Rise of Scourge
New title. Leaves on to imagine...enjoy.
"I made him shut up."
Cold.
Emotionless.
Poppyfrost clasped her good hand over her mouth.
"You killed the dog..."
"He was...annoying! And...and my siblings love him more then me! That's...not...fair!" He stumbled, trying to explain himself.
Poppyfrost dropped to her knees, hugging Tiny "Kid, you can't do this. You can't kill...anything!"
"You killed those men..." Tiny mumbled.
"That was different! I had no choice! They would have killed us!"
"So it's a kill or be killed world? Like Dad says?"
"No!" Poppyfrost looked into Tiny's eyes, love and compassion flooding her senses "It's...there is more to it then that!"
Tiny's lip quivered.
"Is there something wrong with me?"
His voice was fighting tears.
Poppyfrost shook her head "There isn't. It's the world who has something wrong with itself. They're afraid of people like us. People like us have to look out for each other. That's why I'm not giving up on you. Never."
"You mean it?" Tiny whispered.
Poppyfrost nodded "Go bury the dog. When you come back we will leave."
Tiny nodded furiously and grabbed the dog's corpse, running off before stopping "Where do I bury it?"
"Somewhere far! I need to think for a moment. I'll still be here, so don't hurry. Take your time. When you get back...a journey of a lifetime begins."
"I...like the sound of that!"
He sprinted off.
Poppyfrost sighed, standing up.
"Okay. Let's think. If I want to bring Scour-if I want to bring Tiny over to MY timeline, I have to think of the consequences. So...Pros and Cons I guess."
"Pro. Theoretically, I could stop Scourge from ever being created. I can give this kid the life he deserves. Con. Time is inevitable. Perhaps I'm only prolonging destiny, and not changing it at a-"
"You've had your fun."
Poppyfrost froze.
She turned around, looking square at a tall strong man, with long golden hair.
Fernsong.
"Now give me the stone, and let's go home."
Poppyfrost stumbled "H-how did you-"
"I told you, when we first met, Poppyfrost. Me and the Moonstone are intertwined. We are connected. I woke up here, days ago right outside Sydney."
"Oh so you got the easy trip. Figures..." Poppyfrost curled her lip slightly.
"When I tried to summon it to me, it refused. Which meant it was either out of energy, or destroyed. Seeing as how hard it is to destroy A Moonstone, the former being the most obvious choice. Return it to me. And let's go home."
"N-NO!" Poppyfrost growled, pulling the smooth stone out of her satchel "You want it? Well you'll have to fi-"
Fernsing held his hand up.
Instantly, the rock flew to his open palm.
Poppyfrost was stunned.
"I told you. It obeys me."
"It doesn't matter! I'm not leaving without him!"
"Without who?"
"Tiny!"
Fernsong gasped "No. You're not-"
"YES I AM! If I can save this little boy from a desolate and cruel world then I can stop so much desolation!"
"You don't know that!" Ferbsong protested.
"NEITHER DO YOU! It's worth a shot and you know it!"
Fernsong shook his head "No...no it's not. You'd be sacrificing lives just by saving one."
"What lives?!" Poppyfrost roared.
Fernsong dipped his head low.
"Cherryfall and Molewhisker."
Silence overwhelmed the two.
"How..." Poppyfrost faltered "How did you find out about them?"
"Future," Fernsong reminded "I know the little shits. Rowdy, hyperactive Monsters they are. Like their father."
"Their father was FANG!" Poppyfrost roared.
Fernsong shook his head "We both know the truth..."
Silence.
"S-so?!" Poppyfrost yelled, tears in her eyes "Two children...versus thousands who've suffered! That's...that's not a choice!"
Fernsong sighed "If so, then take Tiny."
Poppyfrost turned her back to him, ready to go get Tiny, when she felt her body break down.
Her children.
Or Tiny.
Poppyfrost rubbed her eyes, trying to gather the strength to get Tiny, but it eluded her. She slapped her cheek in frustration trying to get the necessary adrenaline to make her body and soul submit to her choice.
But not even she wanted to.
She broke down, collapsing to the dirt, crying her eyes a river.
Fernsong sighed in somber attitudes. He gently picked the teary eyed red-head up bridal style.
"I'm...I'm sorry."
Tiny came back, hands dirty from the blood and dirt.
"I'm back! Let's go!"
Silence.
Tiny raced into the shed, happy to finally leave this hell.
She wasn't there.
His hope began to falter.
"No...no..." he mumbled, dashing into his house "Ruby! Socks! Where is Poppyfrost?!"
"FUCKING HELL KID! DON'T YOU EVER WAKE ME UP AGAIN!" Socks snarled, jumping off the couch and strangling Tiny.
Tiny placed a well aimed kick to the areas, and freed his grip, taking his sleepiness as his answer. He sprinted outside.
"POPPYFROST! POPPYFROST!"
"She AIN'T HERE KID! PROLLY COS A YER FLAPPING JAW!" Socks slammed the door behind him.
She wasn't here.
"No. Please...no...take me with you..."
Tiny's eyes teared up, as he stared out into the desolate void of the desert.
"WHERE ARE YOU?! PLEASE DON'T LEAVE ME!"
The desert responded with silence.
"TAKE ME WITH YOU! YOU PROMISED!"
Silence.
Two years later...
Tiny was knocked back down by his father, and his head hit the ground in a giant thud.
His father came home months ago. He took his wrath out on not just Tiny, but his siblings too.
"KID! Go get me another beer."
"Yessir," Tiny mumbled.
The father nodded, and grabbed his belt "RUBY! Get yer ass over here now!"
Tiny bumped into Socks, who growled and shoved him harder. Tiny grabbed the fridge door and opened it to find no beer.
CRACK!
"Wait! STOP! I'm sorry!"
Father hit her with the belt again.
CRACK!
"I EVER CATCH YOU WITH THAT WHORE THAT IS YER MOTHER, I'LL SKIN YA! TINY! WHERE IS MY BEER!"
"We're out, sir," Tiny came back, head down.
He felt a huge shove to the ground as he looked up to see his father, who kicked him while he was done.
"USELESS MORON! GO GET SOME BEER! RUBY! GET BACK HERE! I'm not done with you!"
CRACK!
Tiny snarled.
It wasn't fair.
It wasn't fair.
He began to see red.
He calmly walked into the kitchen, slowly opening one of the drawers.
"She lied to me..."
He grabbed a big and giant steak knife, he eyes it, his angry eyes boring into the knife.
"They hate on me..."
He turned to where his father was currently whipping his sister.
"He's using me..."
Tiny slowly started trudging toward him.
"Afraid of me..."
He moved by his father. His father yelled at him to go sleep in the shed. Tiny didn't listen. His father tried to grab him, only for Tiny to quickly slice his hand away.
"They are dead to me..."
His father cursed the boy out and grabbed him by his hair, only for Tiny to sink the knife into his father's wrist, immediately making the older man let go in pain.
"She lied to me..."
He dodged a wild swing from his father, and plunged the knife deep into the man's beer gut.
"They hate on me..."
The man pushed himself back, spluttering pleas and screams.
"He's using me..."
Tiny sliced the man again, across the chest, as he stumbled and hit the wall, pleading like a child.
"Afraid of me..."
He sunk the knife down deeper into his father's thigh. The man slumped to the ground, holding his hands up in surrender.
"They are dead to me..."
Tiny knocked the hand out of the way and raised the knife higher.
"She lied to me."
"They hate on me."
"He's using me."
"Afraid of me."
"They are dead to me."
"She lied to me."
"They hate on me."
"He's using me."
"Afraid of me."
"They are dead to me."
"She lied to me."
"They hate on me."
"He's using me."
"Afraid of me."
"They are dead to me."
"She lied to me."
"They hate on me."
"He's using me."
"Afraid of me."
"They are dead to me."
"She lied to me."
"They hate on me."
"He's using me."
"Afraid of me."
"They are dead to me."
"She lied to me."
"They hate on me."
"He's using me."
"Afraid of me."
"They are dead to me."
"She lied to me."
"They hate on me."
"He's using me."
"Afraid of me."
"They are dead to me."
"She lied to me."
"They hate on me."
"He's using me."
"Afraid of me."
"They are dead to me."
"She lied to me."
"They hate on me."
"He's using me."
"Afraid of me."
"They are dead to me."
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"...And now they are all my enemy..."
He wasn't quite sure when he stopped.
Perhaps it was when the sun first rose over the new era of fear.
Perhaps it was when the stars shone bright.
Maybe it was dark.
Light...
He didn't know.
He would spend his days in solitary confinement in some asylum somewhere trying to remember all the details...
His rights were told to him when he was found, feeding off his father's corpse...
The facts were said, in the interrogation room. How no one in that house survived except for him. How he was not right in the head...
The tabloids called him the Scourge of Australia.
But he tried to remember the details...
The last facial expressions on his father.
The joy his siblings shared, until he turned on them...
The taste of his sister...
The smell of his father...
But he knew he was forgetting something.
Or someone.
Someone who tried to help him at first.
A girl he thought, who saw some good in him...until she...until she...
He couldn't remember her name.
Her face.
Her behavior.
How they met...
It all went away that night.
All he knew...
All he remembered..
Is that she wasn't there.
Well...
Surprise?
Whaddya think?! This was by far my favorite arc to write. But I still got some chapters and arcs left. You'll enjoy those.
Did you enjoy it? Your thoughts help tremendously. I tried to make Tiny as likeable and innocent as possible while still giving him the makings of a bullied psychopath. Did I do a good job?
Tell me what you think.
Adios.