Glad you liked the first chapter so here comes another one! *Glomps*
Making to the best advantage of his short, genetically inherited legs, Weevil ran back through the forest; tripping himself over his feet several times. But the pain scars and scratches would all be worth it when he got to his suffering sweetheart's house to save the day.
He slowed down when he reached the sidewalk which looked like it could go on for ever. He walked each block of cold concrete with a new thought rushing through his
head.
"What happened to him?..."
"...Is he going to be okay?..."
"...Is this worth my time?..."
"...Why am I here..."
"...Heel just reject me..."
"...But he called me..."
"...Maybe he loves me to..."
Weevil reached the stairs to the door. He looked up as a tiny moth was trying to get into the light's rays. It was suffering as was he. It kept on knocking himself towards and away from the light until finally it began to fall to the ground.
"I'm being just like a stupid moth" Weevil thought to him self as he blankly stared at what the moth had become.
"I can't make up my damn mind and I keep going back and forth into the light of my love. I'm just going to die anyway so I may as well make the best of life"
Weevil looked up to where Rex's room was. He had many fond child hood memories there. He began to recall the his play mate and what he had become.
Flashback
"Look Rex! I'm a beetle! Raurrrrrr!"
"Don't be stupid!"
Rex grabbed hold of Weevils shoulders and flipped him onto his back.
"Beetles don't go 'Raurr', dinosaurs do!"
"No they don't"
"Yes they do!"
"No they don't!"
End flashback
Weevil sucked up all he had and rang the doorbell. There was no anwser. He rang it again. Still, no answer.
"Hello! Rex? Huh?"
The door was unlocked and is swung open a few inches.
"Oh okay."
Weevil remembered why he was here. He frowned and began to run up the stairs to Rex's room.
"Rex! I'm coming to save you!"
Weevil almost skidded past Rex's bedroom door but he regained his composure and slipped right in front of Rex's eyes.
A thick silence filled the air. Weevil looked up and the silence was broken by Rex's wheezing. The last thing Weevil wanted to see was Rex sitting up in bed wheezing and woozing and clenching his throat making his face gray and full of pain. Weevil slowly stood up and made his way across the room to where Rex was laying. Weevil put out
his finger in front of Rex's face.
"Are you okay?"
It was pretty clear that anyone who could only manage to barley shake his head and cough up some blood onto his sheets was not okay. Rex opened his eyes and stopped
coughing when he heard who's voice this was. He shuffled into the corner of his bed and tried to hide his naked torso.
Weevil brought his finger back to his side in disbelief. Why wasn't Rex a bit more grateful that someone had come to his rescue? Weevil climbed into Rex's bed and the
silence was once again broken as Weevil brought himself closer to Rex.
"Why are you mad?"
Rex's eyes narrowed and he slapped Weevil across the face.
"What the hell?"
Weevil Blankley stared at Rex and he held his face. Rex open his mouth and Weevil took back his place on the floor.
"Get me to a doc-ctor. NOW!" Rex managed to yell with his last ounce of energy.
Rex passed out on the bed and Weevil felt for a pulse. Nothing. Weevil rested his hand on Rex's forehead and whispered what could probably be the last thing he ever heard.
"Il do any thing I can do Rex. But I'm only one boy. Good things come in pairs ya' know."
Chapter 3 to come!
Making to the best advantage of his short, genetically inherited legs, Weevil ran back through the forest; tripping himself over his feet several times. But the pain scars and scratches would all be worth it when he got to his suffering sweetheart's house to save the day.
He slowed down when he reached the sidewalk which looked like it could go on for ever. He walked each block of cold concrete with a new thought rushing through his
head.
"What happened to him?..."
"...Is he going to be okay?..."
"...Is this worth my time?..."
"...Why am I here..."
"...Heel just reject me..."
"...But he called me..."
"...Maybe he loves me to..."
Weevil reached the stairs to the door. He looked up as a tiny moth was trying to get into the light's rays. It was suffering as was he. It kept on knocking himself towards and away from the light until finally it began to fall to the ground.
"I'm being just like a stupid moth" Weevil thought to him self as he blankly stared at what the moth had become.
"I can't make up my damn mind and I keep going back and forth into the light of my love. I'm just going to die anyway so I may as well make the best of life"
Weevil looked up to where Rex's room was. He had many fond child hood memories there. He began to recall the his play mate and what he had become.
Flashback
"Look Rex! I'm a beetle! Raurrrrrr!"
"Don't be stupid!"
Rex grabbed hold of Weevils shoulders and flipped him onto his back.
"Beetles don't go 'Raurr', dinosaurs do!"
"No they don't"
"Yes they do!"
"No they don't!"
End flashback
Weevil sucked up all he had and rang the doorbell. There was no anwser. He rang it again. Still, no answer.
"Hello! Rex? Huh?"
The door was unlocked and is swung open a few inches.
"Oh okay."
Weevil remembered why he was here. He frowned and began to run up the stairs to Rex's room.
"Rex! I'm coming to save you!"
Weevil almost skidded past Rex's bedroom door but he regained his composure and slipped right in front of Rex's eyes.
A thick silence filled the air. Weevil looked up and the silence was broken by Rex's wheezing. The last thing Weevil wanted to see was Rex sitting up in bed wheezing and woozing and clenching his throat making his face gray and full of pain. Weevil slowly stood up and made his way across the room to where Rex was laying. Weevil put out
his finger in front of Rex's face.
"Are you okay?"
It was pretty clear that anyone who could only manage to barley shake his head and cough up some blood onto his sheets was not okay. Rex opened his eyes and stopped
coughing when he heard who's voice this was. He shuffled into the corner of his bed and tried to hide his naked torso.
Weevil brought his finger back to his side in disbelief. Why wasn't Rex a bit more grateful that someone had come to his rescue? Weevil climbed into Rex's bed and the
silence was once again broken as Weevil brought himself closer to Rex.
"Why are you mad?"
Rex's eyes narrowed and he slapped Weevil across the face.
"What the hell?"
Weevil Blankley stared at Rex and he held his face. Rex open his mouth and Weevil took back his place on the floor.
"Get me to a doc-ctor. NOW!" Rex managed to yell with his last ounce of energy.
Rex passed out on the bed and Weevil felt for a pulse. Nothing. Weevil rested his hand on Rex's forehead and whispered what could probably be the last thing he ever heard.
"Il do any thing I can do Rex. But I'm only one boy. Good things come in pairs ya' know."
Chapter 3 to come!
