Tired Radio

.:Squirrel Tamer:.

:.-Chapter Two-.:

"I thought we were going to the headquarters." Tootie complained more loudly than Vicky would have liked. Her older sister glared and then clamped a hand over Tootie's mouth, but Tootie refused to be silent. She angrily pushed the hand away from her and stuck her hands on her hips. Hips which had only just recently begun to develop, along with two small bumps on her chest. Tootie barely noticed, but it was obvious to everyone else who knew her that her clothing was beginning to cling tighter to certain areas and that puberty had at last come to the small girl. "Blegh!" She spat in disgust. "Now tell me where you're taking me!"

Vicky growled at her sister's insolence, but then smirked. Obviously her years of abuse towards Tootie had finally managed to harden the girl. Vicky knew it was terrible, but in some sick and twisted way she was actually quite pleased. The sooner her sibling realized the cruelty of the world the sooner she'd be able to defend herself. Defending yourself was everything when you became a rebel. If you couldn't defend yourself then you died. It was the unspoken rule and Vicky lived it everyday.

"Hush, you little idiot. Do you want to attract attention to yourself? If we get caught we get killed. Is that what you want, little sister?" Her words cut through the air and Tootie shivered. Why was she always so intimidated when Vicky spoke? Why was she visibly shaking after only a few harsh words?

Because you trust her… Because you know that everything she says is absolute truth… Because you see it in her eyes.

"I-..." Tootie's voice faltered and faded away completely. Oh how she yearned to stand defiantly and glare back just as icily at the red haired she-devil and say 'Maybe that's exactly what I want', but she didn't have the fierce gaze or the anger or anything that could make her that brave.

Oh sure, you can defend Timmy to the death and yet you can't even protect yourself. Pathetic.

"Now shush. When we reach the next corner we're going to turn right and then -" But Vicky never got to finish whatever it was she wanted to say as she was interrupted by a loud crackling at that very moment.

"RED! Where are you! What do you think you're doing! Is the civilian safe? The magic around the package held, didn't it? What is going on!"

Vicky raised an apologetic eyebrow in Tootie's direction and then pulled a walkie-talkie out of her pocket. Tootie watched in fascination as Vicky took a deep breath in as if to brace herself and then brought the small box to her lips.

"Shut-up, PINKY. You'll give away our position." She whispered harshly, but softly back.

"Our! The civilian is with you! What the hell are you doing!" The annoyed voice pressed on. Vicky snarled and looked about ready to fling the small device against the nearest brick wall. Obviously 'RED' didn't get along too well with 'PINKY'.

"Everything's fine. So shush." Vicky managed to blurt out through gritted teeth. "The civilian is coming back to the base with me. She's tough enough and I will take responsibility for her. She knows too much already. It's the only way so don't gripe. Besides the Overlord is most likely preparing a manhunt to find us both as we speak. We're zigzagging, so we won't be tagged. I want the civilian on my official team, PINK. Codename:..." Vicky looked her sister up and down for a moment. "TOOT."

"I don't know if PRINCESS will be too fond of this suggestion."

"PRINCESS can kiss my ass. It's not like we're friends anyway, so I don't care what the hell she thinks. I'm team leader and I want TOOT with me."

"Just because you're near immune to their threats, doesn't mean that you can automatically make all the decisions. The rebellion will discuss it while you make your way over here and the rebellion will make the final decision. Don't get high and mighty on us RED."

Vicky bared her teeth and raised a finger to make a rather rude gesture towards the walkie-talkie. It seemed like a wasted effort since the other speaker could not see it through the small black box...or so Tootie had thought.

"Saw that." PINK chimed through the box. "You always seem to forget that magic really does exist."

"Or maybe I just wanted you to see how much I love you, PINKY." Vicky said sweetly and then in one quick jerk she threw the electronic (or perhaps magic?) device up against a nearby wall, startling Tootie. She cackled as it split into a bunch of smaller pieces. Tootie whimpered slightly at the pointless display of violence. Vicky turned back to her and bared her teeth.

"She's such a nag, eh little sister?" She said with a wicked grin. She held out her arm and bowed to her younger sister.

"Well then...shall we?"

Tootie nodded silently and they moved again.

:.-Grown Up Orphans-.:

"I wasn't always like this, ya know?"

Tootie didn't say anything. She didn't know if she really wanted to hear Vicky's heartfelt confessions. She didn't think she wanted to try and step in her evil sister's shoes. She didn't want to be tempted with the thought that some shred of humanity could exist in such an empty shell. Vicky had lost all good emotions a long time ago. Now she was just a human shaped ball of rage and cruelty.

"Okay."

Vicky glanced towards the raven-haired girl.

"I take it you don't really want to hear this."

"Not especially..." Tootie admitted quite calmly. Oh how she longed for it to be three years ago. She just wanted for all of this to be one big nightmare. She longed to hug Timmy one last time, longed to play with her dolls, longed to listen to her mother's singing, longed to see her father chopping up vegetables for their dinner. Hell, she didn't even think that she would mind hearing one of Vicky's old threats. The kind of threats Vicky used to make that were filled with emotion and passion and anger and fury, but were nothing really. She just wanted to hear an empty threat that she knew deep down Vicky would never even dream of seeing through.

"Well that's too damn bad, because you need to hear this whether you want to or not."

"..."

"Like I said; I wasn't always like this. But things always happen, things that you can't take back. Bad things that mommies and daddies don't like to talk about, because it hurts too much. Things that they want little girls to forget. Things that little girls can't forget no matter how hard they try. Things that happened back in the times when mommies and daddies weren't so nice and obedient. Times when mommies were flushed red with alcohol and daddies were mad all the time. Times when you showed love with your hands and your fury instead of your words and kindness."

Tootie didn't say anything. She didn't care anymore. It no longer even mattered if her parents had hit Vicky until she died. Vicky deserved it. She deserved to die for all of the threats and all of the anger and all the harsh cruel words.

Tootie bit down on her lip to the point of drawing blood. She didn't want to hear any of this at all. She didn't want to hear her sister's excuses.

"By the time they finally realized what they were doing and then stopped it was far too late. I was changed. I was no longer giggly and bubbly or anything that a little girl should have been. I was cold and cruel and merciless, because that's how things were in the real world. Fairy tales didn't exist and heroes were a joke. I wanted to teach you that, too. I always wanted to teach you that particular lesson, because you were weak. You've always been weak, Tootie. I really hated that about you."

Tears? Why was she crying over things that had never happened? None of it was real. Vicky was just toying with her. Her horrible sister was now using the last of Tootie's hope for Vicky and twisting it just to spite Tootie. Her parents were nice and kind and full of love and devotion for their children and...

Broken and bent and weak and fading...

"Why didn't they fight it?" Tootie asked aloud.

"They no longer knew how. They had lost their wills a long time ago. They've been nothing but shadows for as long as you've been alive. They realized that they were doing exactly what their mommies and daddies had done to them and they hated themselves. They hated themselves so much that they died. They've been dead for years, but you just didn't want to see."

"I don't believe you." Tootie gasped out as she wept openly into her hands.

"I'm sorry." Vicky told her softly. "...You won't see them ever again."

Tootie didn't speak. She had run out of things to say a long time ago.

She ran.

:.-That's A Shame-.:

A/N: Second of five parts. If you didn't understand the whole PINK 'I saw that thing' it just implies that PINK is a fairy and can see Vicky while she's speaking, even if Vicky can't see her, because PINK has magic.

Disclaimer: See first chapter.

Eternal Silence: Yeah...its pretty easy to figure out who the Overlord and PINK are...but that's pretty much because I didn't want trying to figure out who is who to be the point of the story. I want it to focus on Vicky and Tootie's sibling bond.

Soulful-Sin: :Grins: Don't worry about it. Its a pretty weird story and there's not much point to it...So if it doesn't really appeal to you its okay.

alisha120058: Thanks!

Moonjava: Hee. Vicky's gonna be in it through the whole thing. It's just a short little chaptered story about the sisters' relationship.