Cool Kid Saves the Cats

Chapter 26: M'Andrew Part 2

The smoke from Cool Kid's gun rose to the sky. His finger was still tightly wrapped around the trigger of the gun. FaDoug's body lays in front of him on the ground. The bullet flew straight towards his head, it was a perfect shot. If everything went according to plan, then the bullet would have pierced his brain and went out the other side.

But Cool Kid knew it wouldn't be that easy.

He loosens the grip on the trigger, and slowly lowers the gun. He breathes deeply and rubs his eyes under his sunglasses. After relaxing himself, he looks over at FaDoug and grits his teeth.

"You can get up now". Cool Kid says with a tinge of anger.

Without hesitation, FaDoug sits up, with a large orange scarf covering his face. The bullet shot by Cool Kid rests in the middle of the scarf, it couldn't even pierce through a centimeter of the fabric. FaDoug moves the scarf to the left of his face, revealing his right eye. It was different from before. It was still the same color, shape, and size, but there was something else behind it. This was no longer the look of a hopeful young lad looking up to hios brave master. This was the look of a killer.

FaDoug then sprung up from the ground, and while in the sky, shed all of his clothes. The trench coat, the fingerless gloves, the black plants and shoes, the white T-shirt, and most importantly, his oversized fedora. They all flew off in the same direction, and in a blink of an eye, were all sliced to pieces simultaneously. Cool Kid couldn't bare to watch his friend's clothes be destroyed like that, but he had no choice but to look, he had no idea what the enemy was going to do next. So he just watched and held back his tears.

Through the remains of FaDoug's clothes, the true identity of their wearer came down from the sky. The man laughs as he wraps the scarf around his neck and fixes his hair. Cool Kid growls in anger as a few small tears come from his eyes.

"Hello Cool Kid!" The man says. "Do you know who I am?"

Cool Kid grunts and clenches his fist.

"Judging by the fact you look just like FaDoug, but piss me off immensely, I'm going to guess you're his twin brother….M'Andrew."

M'Andrew laughs as Cool Kid says his name.

"Oh you are a smart one eh? How did you figure it out? Did you notice a difference in blood pressure? Different DNA molecules? A bigger butt? Come on, tell me!"

Cool Kid sighs and shrugs.

"Do you think you were some kind of superspy genius or something?" He says with a smirk. "You were a complete fucking moron. How long were you even disguised as him? I could tell something was off for quite some time." M'Andrew's eyes widen for a second, before he quickly fixes his composure.

"Well, I've been dressed like my imbecile brother for nearly two years now. Shortly after Jaime put you in that coma. Great work on his by the way, he was always annoying."

Cool Kid looks at him, then looks down and fixes his sunglasses.

"Okay….so you were disguised as him a bit longer than I thought…"

"Haha! I knew there was no way you could-"

"But that's only because I was awake for such a short time then. We barely had time to actually talk. Oh right, besides you telling me about your fake grave." He smirks, and M'Andrew scouls. "Now, after I woke up for the second time, you were a complete idiot. Firstly, you used your fully charged phone to look at the date when we woke up. How the hell would FaDoug's phone be fully charged if he was asleep for a year like me? Dumbass."

"I-"

"Secondly, you always disappeared during my fights, conveniently. If FaDoug could have been by my side to fight, he would have, even if he knew it meant his death. You got lazier and lazier with each battle. Dumbass."

"Hey yo-"

"But most importantly….you didn't act like FaDoug at all! Did you think I wouldn't notice your lack of tip-stuttering? Did you think I wouldn't notice FaDoug making a dead meme joke like "this is sparta"? Did you think I would forget the fact that FaDoug has no blood disease? And finally…" He pulls out the jar he used to contain Stormy Mikey. "Not once did you react to his constant and incessant noise! FaDoug would have been in anguish thanks to this prick. Dumbass."

M'Andrew grits his teeth.

"Okay fine, I guess I fucked up huh?"

"Yeah, you either got way to lazy, or you're just really, and I mean REALLY, dumb."

"Whatever asshole." M'Andrew reaches into his scarf and pulls out a sharp needle. "Let's just finish this!"

"Wait!" shouts Cool Kid, M'Andrew stops.

"What?"

"I just need to know….I think I already know the answer, but...what happened to FaDoug? What did you do to him?"

M'Andrew raises his eyebrow and smirks. "You know that grave I told you I was in? Well, that's where I buried him. After I killed him."

Cool Kid smiles, then pulls out his other pistol, then points them both at M'Andrew.

"Great, that's all the motivation I needed to blow your brains out!"