AUTHOR'S NOTE: For those of you with questions, for deeply personal reasons, I've decided to humanize the characters in my story completely with a few minor differences. (THINK username: di_yeo_n [Instagram] AND Ellison [Twitter])
For example:
Buster Moon is relatively the same size, has slightly oversized ears, a round bulbous nose, has the same hairstyle and hair color.
Meena is also the same size. Let's say the humans in this story are of varying sizes like in One Piece.
Nana Noodleman has a proper afro like her sheep counterpart and charcoal-black skin. Eddie has white sheep-like hair and coal-black skin too.
Porsha's hair is grey with tinges of white. And she, like her father, have canines that are sharper than usual, giving her a bit of a 'wolfish' appearance.
Rosita is pink-skinned with a blonde-bob hairdo and she still has 25 kids. (Story has not changed)
Ash has long spindly hair that can prick you (Call it a medical condition).
Bottom line, I felt like I had to do this. Rationalizing the whole thing, things that don't make sense and some of it was just too weird so I did what I had to do to settle my mind and heart.
Plus, I've found that I've been a little too obsessed with movies involving non-human characters or hybrids, or whatever.
I hope you'll still enjoy my stories all the same. Think of it like the story continuing in another dimension.
Calatonia Chronicles II
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I - Top Dog
Cosgrove Farms - Rural Calatonia
"You want me to what?!"
"I want you to teach me to fight, Leon," Jimmy Beadling said resolutely.
Leon Cosgrove, Dakota Kennedy Cosgrove's boy, sat from his tractor in his father's field, looked down at the boy funny, searching for any trace of a joke and he found none.
"You're serious," he said.
Jimmy was determined. "Never been more serious."
Leon gave the teenager a stern, hard look. "And why should I train you?"
"Because I want to be able to defend myself and the people I love."
Leon maintained a neutral look on his face. After a beat, he turned off the tractor's engine and stepped down.
He approached Jimmy and knelt down so that he was eye-level.
The Beadling boy flinched but stood his ground.
"Why me?" Leon asked, his tone flat yet steadfast.
"Because you got the right stuff for me."
Leon cocked an eyebrow. "Elaborate."
Jimmy felt a chuckle in his throat.
Leon scowled. "What's so funny?"
Jimmy looked caught as though just now regretting his action. "Uh…nothin'…just a big word. Elaborate."
Leon's scowl turned into a snarl.
Jimmy seemed to shrink in fear.
Remembering that the kid has a big mouth, Leon took a breath through his nose, reigning in his anger.
"Why do you think I have the 'right stuff' as you put it?" Leon said, trying to sound polite.
Jimmy looked down, shamefaced. "Maybe this was a bad idea."
He turned to leave but he was held back. Seeing a calloused tan hand on his shoulder, Jimmy looked behind to see Leon, a truly apologetic look on his face.
"Jimmy, why do you want me of all people to train you?"
Jimmy Beadling groaned. This was so much easier in his head.
"Because I want to keep Estelle safe too!"
Jimmy regretted what he had said before he finished saying it.
Leon frowned deeply. "Is that so?"
"Well…" Jimmy squeaked, rubbing his upper arm. "…I know she still has nightmares about her kidnapping from time to time." He shuddered as though overcome with a chill. "I still have nightmares about drowning in concrete."
Leon nodded grimly, remembering all those nights his kid sister woke up screaming her head off.
"What makes you think you can prevent what happened to her?"
Jimmy winced. "I know I'm no soldier, or even the fighting type. I'd prefer to stay out of fighting altogether."
Leon almost smirked. "Hit the nail on the head."
Now it was Jimmy's turn to scowl. "What is your problem? You've been giving me a hard time ever since we met. Ever since that dance I had with your sister. You think I'm not good enough for her or something?"
Leon was unperturbed. "Never said that. Never thought that."
"Huh? Then why-?"
"HEY LEON! GET BACK TO WORK! THAT FIELD ISN'T GOING TO PLOW ITSELF!"
Leon's hairs stood on end. "I'll message you the details about when and where. Better get back before my dad pulls my ears off."
Jimmy's baby blue eyes lit up. "Wait, so you'll-?"
But Leon had already taken off on his tractor, rather quickly as though fearing the consequences if he didn't. "Can't talk, Jimbo. Sorry."
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Later…
Jimmy Beadling, clad in Taekwondo garb, hit the mat with a thud.
Sitting up, he looked up, his eyes huge and mouth slightly agape. "How did you do that?"
Leon Cosgrove, also in Taekwondo garb, stood tall. "Stand up and I'll show you." The young man offered a hand to the golden-haired youth. Jimmy took it and Leon, with a lopsided grin, threw him over his shoulder.
Jimmy Beadling was back on the floor.
"WHAT THE HECK WAS THAT FOR?!"
"To teach you a lesson!" Leon barked. "Your enemy is not going to fight fair!"
Jimmy chuckled grimly. "I'm starting to get the impression that you don't like me very much."
"Hold onto that thought." Leon cracked his neck. "Now…round four."
Jimmy slumped to the floor. I hope Estelle appreciates this.
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One Week Later…
Jimmy Beadling slumped into one of the front seats at the New Moon Theater, feeling terribly sore all over.
"Hey mate!"
Jimmy tried to turn his head but found that he had difficulty doing so, hurting as he was from the rigorous training and thrashings.
"Whoa…you alright Jimbo?"
From the corner of his eye, Jimmy saw the familiar silver wild bob hairdo of the riff raff street dancer Noelle Ann Wright, known by her friends as Nooshy.
Her honey-amber eyes radiating that familiar loving concern seemed to settle the anxiety in Jimmy's mind and heart.
If only slightly.
"I'm fine Noosh," Jimmy said, groaning a bit. "Leon really knows his craft when it comes to the ancient art of butt whoop."
Nooshy choked on a laugh. "Ancient art of butt whoop?" Then her eyes widened. "Wait! Did you say Leon?!" She suddenly looked angry. "Did he hurt you?!"
"Uh…sort of."
Nooshy, very gently, placed her hands on Jimmy's shoulders.
"Jimbo…what happened?"
"It's not what you think."
Nooshy frowned. "Not what I think? You're clearly in pain. Did Leon beat you up?"
Jimmy protested. "He was training me."
"By beating you up?"
Jimmy winced, in his soreness as well as his frustration. Nooshy was intelligent to be sure but she could be scatterbrained when she let her emotions get the better of her.
Especially when the well-being of those she loves were concerned.
"I asked him to teach me how to fight?"
Nooshy cocked an eyebrow. "Why?"
Jimmy shrugged nonchalantly. "Cuz…"
"Cuz..?"
Jimmy flexed his fingers nervously.
Nooshy stared at him, thoroughly intrigued. She slowly smiled.
"You want to keep little Estelle safe."
Jimmy scrunched up his reddening face, which Nooshy thought was so adorable.
"Awww!" she exclaimed with delight as she pinched Jimmy's right cheek. "Such a gentleman."
"Ow," Jimmy said, utterly flustered.
Nooshy was careful not to nick his cheek with her engagement ring.
"But really Jimbo? Leon? Why not ask Johnny? Or Ivan? Heck I could do it."
"Johnny's got enough on his plate. I did ask him but he thought, and I agreed, that Leon's fighting style suited me better. And Ivan?" A look of apprehension came across Jimmy's face as he imagined the colossal Russian behemoth that was his friend's uncle. "And you…"
"What? What about me?"
Jimmy paled as Nooshy stared hard at the golden-haired youth.
"Uh…well…" Jimmy sputtered. "You scare me sometimes."
Nooshy looked annoyed, then shrugged. "Fair enough."
Jimmy looked guilty. "I'm sorry."
"Pff," Nooshy said, as though dismissing the apology. "Don't sweat it. I get it. Just like Klaus Kickenklober can't teach everyone his way, I can't teach everyone my way. I just hope you're getting your worth for all that soreness you're experiencing?"
"Eh…I think so." Jimmy gingerly flexed his fingers. "Ugh…Leon says my reflexes have improved."
"Maybe you should lie down. There's a couch backstage."
"Thanks Nooshy…but I…can't really move."
Nooshy's eyes widened and she smirked. "Not at all?"
"Nope."
"Really?" Nooshy said slyly.
Jimmy cocked an eyebrow but then his heart fell when she saw the evil smile on Nooshy's face.
She raised her hands, twiddling her fingers.
"What are you-? ACK!"
Nooshy, giggling madly, mercilessly tickled Jimmy's belly and being too sore to effectively protect himself couldn't help but helplessly laugh uncontrollably.
"I scare ya huh?!" Nooshy guffawed. "How's this for scary Jimmy boy?!"
"Stop! Stop it!" Jimmy cried, writhing and laughing as he tried in vain to get away. "T-That's not fair! I can't move!"
"Who's ever accused me of being fair?!"
This went on until the street dancer took pity on the boy and relented.
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Later…
"But what do I say?" Jimmy asked, pulling on the collar of his dress shirt.
"Just be yourself," Nooshy said, patting and smoothing out the wrinkles in Jimmy's semi-formal attire. "Although the sweater vest might be a little much, mate."
Semi-formal attire that consisted of a green dress-shirt, black jeans and sneakers with a black sweater vest.
"Really?" Jimmy pulled at his sweater vest as examining it for inadequacies. "I thought it was snazzy."
"Well, yeah it is, but you're just going to the movies."
"Dinner and a movie," Jimmy exclaimed with an emphasizing finger.
Nooshy shook her head with a smile. "Well, just continue being you. So…this is what? Your third date?"
"Fourth."
Nooshy grinned proudly. "Oh Jimmy, well done m'son!"
Jimmy looked confused. "Huh?"
Nooshy squeaked awkwardly as she covered her mouth. "Dad-speak. You know how daughters tend to mimic their fathers, right?"
"I…I guess so."
The heavy engine of a Ram 1500 could be heard coming up the street to the front of New Moon Theater.
Jimmy gulped. Oh boy. Her dad is driving us.
"Courage, Jimbo," Nooshy said, rubbing the young man's shoulders. "Mr Cosgrove is just a great big teddy bear once you get to know him."
"I dunno…" Jimmy said nervously. "He has this way of looking at you as though he's sizing you up and if you say the wrong thing, he'll go for your jugular."
"I know right?"
Jimmy groaned. That isn't very reassuring.
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Donalbain Mall - Midtown Calatonia
Estelle Cosgrove ran her fingers through her jetblack curls.
She was adorned in a flannel-top with a slim leather jacket and tight jeans with a black high tops.
She regarded her date with thinly-veiled suspicion and annoyance.
Jimmy Beadling was twiddling his fingers.
He always did that when he had something to hide.
As if the blisters and bandages on his hands weren't clue enough.
And the limping as though he had been through a terribly strenuous workout.
"You've been limping since we got here, Jim," Estelle said grimly. "What's going on?"
Jimmy averted his eyes as he tried to power through his soreness.
"I fell."
He felt the urge to slap himself for that weak excuse.
Estelle gave him a deadpan look, her hazel eyes boring into him like a meat hook.
"That was dumb," Jimmy said, feeling defeated.
Estelle nodded slowly. "Yeah."
"Ok…" The golden-haired youth twiddled his fingers nervously. "…I've been getting tips from your brother."
Estelle glared, not at Jimmy, but at the image of his soldier boy of a brother. "As in what? He's been putting you through the ringer?"
"No! No. Not exactly." Jimmy sighed. "He's been…teaching me how to fight."
"Why?"
Jimmy wanted to hide in himself at this point. "…Cuz."
Estelle frowned deeply.
"Look, I just want to be able to defend myself, ok?! I've almost been killed three times this year!"
Estelle's frown disappeared and she now had a more sympathetic look on her face.
"Oh Jimmy…"
"And…well…" Jimmy pursed his lip, bitter emotion starting to bubble in his throat.
Estelle gently took his hand.
Jimmy gasped in his throat. He thought she had the softest hands.
"Let's sit down, boo." Estelle gently led the boy by the hand. "We'll talk then."
Red as a fire hydrant, Jimmy grinned stupidly. She called me boo.
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Into the late afternoon, on a garden bench just outside the food court, Estelle and Jimmy sat in silence, right after the boy had disclosed the entirety of his secret training with Leon, not only for the purpose of self-defense but also so he could not be just another victim for someone else to protect.
So that Jimmy wouldn't have to be a burden to everyone else.
So he wouldn't have to watch anyone else die on his watch.
Or almost die.
Estelle's eyes sparkled with tears. "Oh Jimmy…"
Jimmy's eyes were downward and his hands were folded. "It was horrible. Like the world was swept out from under me. Johnny's dad…and then Johnny…his friends looked dead…dead but walking…and Nooshy was the worst of all."
Estelle nodded.
What she knew she heard from Porsha. It must've been horrifying judging by how shaken up she was as she was retelling that terrible night, from fleeing the Citadel Hotel, getting kidnapped by the Ghost and then finding out that Johnny's father had been shot dead, and Johnny following suit, or so they thought until he turned up alive and well three days later.
"So…what? You wanna be some super killer shadow spy like my brother? Like my dad?"
"I dunno…maybe. That would be pretty sweet."
Estelle stared for a moment.
Then she snickered. "Dork."
Jimmy frowned, but it was a pleasant frown.
"But I'm your dork."
Estelle rolled her eyes with a playful smile. "I think you're everyone's dork."
Jimmy choked back a laugh. "That's a lot of dork."
Estelle cackled loudly.
Jimmy covered his face, abashed both by being laughed at his expense and how loud Estelle was being.
But boy did he love that laugh.
Even if she sounded like a witch sometimes.
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Later that night, after the movie and a quick meal at the Burger Joint, Jimmy and Estelle took a stroll through the city park.
A well lit area with a fair number of people passing through.
Relatively safe.
"Are you sure we should be coming here at night, Estelle?"
"Why not?" The Cosgrove heiress smiled coyly. "Should I be worried?"
"Stelle…" Jimmy shook his head. "…aren't you scared?"
Estelle scoffed. "Pfft. Why would I be scared?"
"Oh c'mon! I know you've been having nightmares!"
Estelle glared hotly. "And how would you know that? I never mentioned it."
Jimmy gulped but he stood his ground. "I can see it in your eyes. You're exhausted. The bags under your eyes. Those moments you tried to hide it when you'd jump outta your skin from so much as being touched. I'm not stupid, Estelle!"
He said that last bit with a strength he didn't know he had.
"I know…" he said in a voice barely above a whisper. "…because I've been going through the same thing. I was almost drowned in concrete, kidnapped and nearly drowned again in the New Jersey bay, and was nearly killed by Diego again in a hospital swarming with mercs and mobsters…" Jimmy shrugged sadly. "…and then was nearly killed again when me and Johnny escaped him back in town on the day of your celebration party."
Jimmy shuddered. Four times, not three.
"You're right…"
Jimmy looked up with a start.
Estelle's deep-mahogany cheeks were wet with tears, but she was smiling.
"Estelle…"
She put a hand up. "Just…let me get this out Jim."
She cleared her throat. "You're right, I am scared, Jimmy. But I don't stop living because of it. No matter how hard it gets, I can't just shut down and stop living." She snickered as though remembering a funny story.
Jimmy was a tad disturbed by this.
"That's why I laugh so loud and wild, because cheer is a choice. You don't have to let your circumstances dictate how you feel."
Jimmy looked at Estelle with a new wonder.
She looked at Jimmy hard. "I must laugh like a crazy woman huh?"
Jimmy paused as though weighing his next words. "Sometimes…but I think it's cute."
Estelle smiled toothily, an intense blush in her cheeks. "You say the sweetest things."
"Well hey hey hey."
Hearts suddenly gone cold at the still colder voice, both Jimmy and Estelle turned to see an enormous figure cast in shadow come out from behind one of the many trees on the park's path.
Jimmy's heart leapt into his throat. "Not…you…" he said, his words choked.
Diego Leary, a huge man, full of muscle, chestnut brown hair slicked back, smiled the twisted smile of a carnivorous predator standing over his prey.
"Surprised to see me?"
Not bothering to answer, Jimmy took Estelle's shaking hand and he pulled her into a desperate run. "C'MON!"
They both dashed down the path to the nearest populated area.
He can't have come alone. He must have people lying in wait to cut off our escape.
Jimmy was pulled out of his thoughts when Estelle yanked her hand out of his grip.
"Estelle, what are you-?!"
"I can run on my own, thank you very much!" she said indignantly.
Jimmy shook his head to dispel the sudden frustration. "Estelle, there might be more-!"
"You think I don't know that?" Estelle said, reaching into her jacket.
It looked like an oversized revolver, except it was bright orange.
Jimmy's eyes shot open. "What is that?!"
"My dad's flare gun."
"Why did you-?!"
"My dad has people all over the city keeping an eye out for flares. He said use it in emergencies only. And this is emergency enough."
Estelle pointed the flare gun in the air, her finger on the trigger-
"OH NO YOU DON'T!"
Jimmy saw him before Estelle did.
On pure instinct, he tackled Estelle to the ground causing her to drop the flare gun, successfully evading Diego's mad charge.
Estelle had the wind knocked out of her. She looked at Jimmy hotly.
"That…hurt," she said slowly.
Jimmy panicked. "I'm sorry! I'm sorry! I'm sorry! He…he…he was going to crash into you and I panicked!"
Click.
Jimmy froze dead.
Estelle too.
"Stand up…slowly," Diego commanded coldly.
Jimmy knew that a gun was trained on him. He knew because he could feel it.
He knew it because he could see it in Estelle's terrified eyes.
Despite her fear, her movements concealed by Jimmy's body, Estelle reached into her jacket and pulled out what looked like a flash scope, a handheld device that emits intense lights, like a hand-held flash bang but without the 'bang.'
Jimmy understood.
And very slowly, he obeyed.
He stood up, keeping his back to Diego and his eyes on Estelle's.
Neither spoke, neither so much as craned their heads to indicate any positive response.
Jimmy stood up, back still turned.
"Turn around…slowly.
Jimmy did as he was told.
Diego Leary, black eyes like coals, smiled evilly, breathing heavily as though anticipating terrible wicked imaginings.
"I've been waiting for this for a long time," he said.
Jimmy thought he'd be terrified.
He was.
But not for himself, he had been at the receiving end of an invitation to death's door too many times to be scared.
No.
Estelle was who he was scared for.
"Yeah…" Jimmy said, not missing a beat. "I'll bet you have."
He moved just an inch to the left and he shut his eyes tight.
And just past him, eyes also shut tight, Estelle pointed the flash scope and pressed the switch.
The park was at once illuminated with an intense white light, so bright it was as if the sun had suddenly shown in the sky.
Diego screamed. "ARRRGHHHHHHH!"
Estelle rolled away fast.
Jimmy jumped to the side.
Diego had no chance to fire his gun.
His other hand covered his eyes as he screamed in agony of being blinded in both eyes.
Another form was rolling around behind him, eyes also covered. He was a larger man who had black hair, tied back in a ponytail.
Jimmy saw him and he inwardly praised himself for this thought-through possibility of an accomplice.
His heart fell again when he saw Diego waving his gun around wildly, finger still on the trigger.
He was well out of range.
But Estelle wasn't. She was still getting out of the way.
And then, in an instant, Leon's voice echoed through his mind.
Alright Jimmy boy, disarming techniques. Pretty simple. Might save your life or someone else's someday.
Jimmy, uttering a panicked cry, leapt.
With the right hand, Jimmy grabbed Diego's wrist and with the left, jammed his forefinger into the cock of the gun, preventing it from triggering the firing mechanism.
Diego roared in unadulterated rage.
Jimmy grappled with the man as he held on, resisting the attempt to throw him off.
The gun did not go off.
"JIMMY!" Estelle screamed in horror. "STOP IT! GET AWAY FROM HIM!"
Jimmy didn't listen. If he let go now, Diego might get a shot off. He might miss.
Miss him and hit Estelle.
The gun did not go off.
"YOU LITTLE RUNT!" Diego bellowed. "LET GO OF THE DAMN-!"
BANG.
This time, in the struggle, the gun did go off.
And Diego threw a limp Jimmy off him.
Estelle screamed so loud she thought her throat would bleed.
She ran to her unofficial boyfriend who laid on the ground.
She fell to her knees and shook him.
"JIMMY! JIMMY! NO! GET UP! PLEEEEESE!"
Jimmy Beadling sat up, gasping for air.
Estelle sat back, startled, cheeks wet with tears that still ran down them.
Jimmy pressed his hands over his body, examining for wounds.
And he found none.
Jimmy looked up at Estelle, laughing and almost crying.
Estelle burst into tears as she threw her arms around Jimmy's neck.
"You're crazy!" she sobbed as she nestled her face into his shoulder.
Jimmy blushed intensely, his whole body on fire.
"What have you done?"
Jimmy and Estelle looked up from their embrace.
There was Diego's accomplice standing just a few meters away.
Shock and horror was writ large on his face.
He was not looking at the young couple. He was looking past them. He was looking behind them.
Jimmy and Estelle turned their heads to see Diego, unmoving, lying on the path, smoking gun in hand.
And a pool of dark crimson spreading under him.
Jimmy felt his blood turn to ice.
"W-What?" he stammered at the horrifying sight.
Estelle covered her mouth with a gasp.
She had seen people die before but it never gets easier.
"Diego!" shouted the criminal accomplice as he rushed to his fallen leader.
He pushed him over so that he was facing him.
Diego's eyes were opening and staring.
And a bloody hole was in his unmoving chest.
Snarling, the man with the ponytail turned towards the young couple.
"You…you killed him."
Tears welled in Jimmy's anguished eyes. "It was an accident."
Ricky scoffed as he eyed the gun in Diego's hand.
"There won't be any more accidents."
He reached for it, meaning to pry the weapon from Diego's cold dead fingers.
And a booted heel stepped on Ricky's hand and he screamed bloody murder.
"Uh-uh-uh," said a clipped British accent.
Ricky looked up, trying in vain to free his hand.
Above him was a woman, middle-aged, snow-white hair tied back, skin just as white with mild lines in her face and eyes as cold and blue as ice. She was dressed in a long black overcoat and lace-up Doc Martin's.
She also had a toothpick in between her teeth.
It was Nooshy's mother.
Noelle Vivace Ann Wright Sr, eyes ice cold with the promise of eternal winter as she stared down the thug.
Ricky snarled. He reached into his jacket for his pocket knife.
Given the height difference, Noelle Sr was just tall enough that while Ricky was on his knees, he came quite close to her face.
And using this to her advantage, Noelle Sr headbutted Ricky hard in the face, breaking his nose, and blood cascaded from both his nostrils.
Given her time in prison for almost a decade on a false charge, Noelle Sr, through many points of coming to death's door she may very well have worn hole in the rug, had learn to survive the hard way in some of the worst conditions one could expect from prison life. Hardened and strong from her ghastly experiences, she had climbed up the proverbial ladder of the prison's hierarchy, beat her way to the top and essentially became Queen, a title which she hated. So they settled for Mama.
Ricky wobbled back, covering his nose as blood leaked through his fingers. "You little-!"
Noelle Sr drove her knee into Ricky's groin.
He doubled over, gasping in pain.
Noelle Sr shook her head in disgust. "I didn't even hit you that hard."
She grabbed the thug by the hair and started dragging him towards a tree.
Ricky frog-hopped, in too much pain to resist. "What…what are you..?"
"What's that?" Noelle Sr, pulling at Ricky's hair causing him to cry out, almost like a woman. "I can't hear ya. Oh c'mon. Nothing to say?"
Finding what she was looking for, Noelle Sr grabbed Ricky by the back of his jacket, and with all her upper body strength, she hoisted the thug up and jammed his head into the hole of the tree which barely fit for him.
Struggling to free himself but failing, Ricky screamed and cursed at this absurd and humiliating predicament.
"Get outta that if you can," Noelle Sr said snidely.
Dusting off her hands, Noelle Sr saw to the two youths, concern writ large on her face.
Estelle held onto Jimmy, who was bawling his eyes out. She was crying as well.
Noelle Sr looked on with sadness, having already noticed Diego's body and the gun that killed him, doubtless by his own hand.
She knew what that meant.
She knelt down and put her arms around the two kids, letting them both cry into her, allowing them to empty the trauma of tonight's events into her.
"There there," Noelle Sr cooed. "It's alright. It's gonna be ok."
"Mrs Wright? How…how did you find us?" Estelle asked, through her tears.
"The flash of light," Noelle Sr said. "Nice job by the way. And you…" She put a finger under Jimmy's chin so he'd look her in the eye. "Good job keeping her safe, love."
"I…I…I killed-"
"You were defending yourself. He died by his own hand. Not yours."
Noelle Sr pulled Jimmy close to her once more, soothingly rubbing his back. "It's ok, Jim. It's ok."
Jimmy Beadling wailed into the night.
Estelle wept quietly as she took one of Jimmy's hands in her own and gently caressed it.
In the distance, flashing red and blue lights shone bright.
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NEXT CHAPTER: Strictly Business
VOICE CAST:
Jimmy Beadling - Tom Holland
Leon Cosgrove - Tye Sheridan
Noelle "Nooshy" Wright - Letitia Wright
Estelle Cosgrove - Amandla Stenberg
Noelle "Mama" Wright Sr - Angela Bassett
Diego Leary - Denis Leary
Ricky Sanchez - John DiMaggio
