L'Espoir Final
I don't own Calvin and Hobbes
Chapter Four- The Way of the Warrior
Calvin laid punch upon punch, kick upon kick onto the figure. He watched the figure just stand, arms folded, taking the damage. Suddenly, he went on the offense. "Allow me to take control." He smiled. With a punch, he insured that Calvin would bleed. With a kick, he sent Calvin into a wall. With a laugh, he walked away.
Meanwhile, far away...
"So glad you saw it my way." Smiled Moe, sitting on his throne. The figure laughed. However, neither of these factors were important. The important factor was that Hobbes was standing at the side of the leader, a patch over his left eye.
"Now, Hobbes," Moe began, "You will be our third line of defense. When Maxin fails, you will save us."
"Consider it done, sir."
The next day...
"Ugh." Calvin thought. "I'm inferior to somebody, after all." Suddenly, he felt a strange calm come over him, and he picked up Drake's sword. "Master, I will not fail you." He said, determined.
Calvin began to walk home. The rain was coming down, putting out the fire. Calvin suddenly saw a mother bring her baby close to her in a ruined house. He clenched his teeth and fists alike, then turned and ran into the sunset, determined to find his enemy.
Maxin landed. "Took you too long." Calvin said nothing. "What's the matter, tiger got your tongue?" he asked. "Speak, coward." Silence.
"AAARGH!" shouted Maxin, rushing towards Calvin. "I finally understand you." Calvin smiled. He drew the saber. There was a flash of steel, a horrible scream, and the two warriors were apart from each other.
Calvin collapsed. Maxin suddenly clenched a deep wound on his chest. He found another, and another, and another, until he fell to the ground, dead.
Calvin forced himself up. "Another one falls to me."
Hobbes saw this, and, as Max cursed, let out a triumphant smirk. He pulled out a dagger, and aligned it with Max's head. One wrong move, and he'd die. One of them had to die. Hobbes gulped. Time for atonement.
I don't own Calvin and Hobbes
Chapter Four- The Way of the Warrior
Calvin laid punch upon punch, kick upon kick onto the figure. He watched the figure just stand, arms folded, taking the damage. Suddenly, he went on the offense. "Allow me to take control." He smiled. With a punch, he insured that Calvin would bleed. With a kick, he sent Calvin into a wall. With a laugh, he walked away.
Meanwhile, far away...
"So glad you saw it my way." Smiled Moe, sitting on his throne. The figure laughed. However, neither of these factors were important. The important factor was that Hobbes was standing at the side of the leader, a patch over his left eye.
"Now, Hobbes," Moe began, "You will be our third line of defense. When Maxin fails, you will save us."
"Consider it done, sir."
The next day...
"Ugh." Calvin thought. "I'm inferior to somebody, after all." Suddenly, he felt a strange calm come over him, and he picked up Drake's sword. "Master, I will not fail you." He said, determined.
Calvin began to walk home. The rain was coming down, putting out the fire. Calvin suddenly saw a mother bring her baby close to her in a ruined house. He clenched his teeth and fists alike, then turned and ran into the sunset, determined to find his enemy.
Maxin landed. "Took you too long." Calvin said nothing. "What's the matter, tiger got your tongue?" he asked. "Speak, coward." Silence.
"AAARGH!" shouted Maxin, rushing towards Calvin. "I finally understand you." Calvin smiled. He drew the saber. There was a flash of steel, a horrible scream, and the two warriors were apart from each other.
Calvin collapsed. Maxin suddenly clenched a deep wound on his chest. He found another, and another, and another, until he fell to the ground, dead.
Calvin forced himself up. "Another one falls to me."
Hobbes saw this, and, as Max cursed, let out a triumphant smirk. He pulled out a dagger, and aligned it with Max's head. One wrong move, and he'd die. One of them had to die. Hobbes gulped. Time for atonement.
