A/N: Okay, I need your opinions, people. Your HONEST opinions. Do you think my story is under-rated? If it is, and word gets to the authority-peoples, then they will take my awesome-ness story off. Just in case. So tell me if you think its under-rated! Thanks! Oh, and I noticed that I forgot to add Dexter to the Ham-Hams funeral list thingy. Whoops. REVIEW RESPONSES!
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NOW, PROCEEDING ONTO CHAPTER THREE!
The Silver Gray glided towards the Ham-Hams, careful of where it stepped. It smirked to itself. The wolf stowed away in the cellar, waiting for his meals-on-feet. Moments later it heard very faint footsteps. The cellar was an extremely dark place, an ideal area for a feast. The wolf bristled in anticipation, eager for his next meal. It heard hushed whispers, and prepared to take action. It heard the signaling of a barrel being knocked over, and jumped high and landed about ten feet behind the Ham-Hams and away from where the wolf was expected to be. The closest Ham-Ham to him happened to be Pashmina, whom it'd kill next. The cellar was metal so the Silver Gray's plan would work. It was flawless.
The wolf found a barrel, and it having nocturnal vision, it found the label reading GUN POWDER. As quietly as humanly possible, the wolf knocked the barrel over and the contents seeped out. The wolf sneaked over to where Pashmina was standing, yanked on her scarf in which she fell unconscious. That was way too easy! But then, the girl seemed pretty weak to begin with, it thought. Silently dragging the girl to the overturned barrel, the wolf was deeply unimpressed with the Ham-Hams. By this time, few were yawning and fidgeting, not paying any attention as to their surroundings. If they were all actually alert, they would've already noticed Pashmina's absence.
While Pashmina was still unconscious, the wolf poured plenty of the gunpowder down the scarf-obsessed girl's throat. The wolf sighed, having wanted to eat this one, but it had decided just killing one just for the fun of it seemed amusing. Not wanting to kill all of the delicacies at the same time, the wolf decided to attract some attention so they'd flee so it could gorge into them later. Kicking the unconscious girl into a pile of gunpowder, it knocked over a barrel of sunflower seeds. Crashing loudly, all of the hamsters jerked their heads at the source of the sound. All they saw was the wolf grinning evilly down upon them. It faked a pounce, and the Hams scattered, yelling wildly. Only one remained unfazed, calmly making their way up the staircase, with all the others. Just as the last one Ham approached the end of the stairs, the wolf set fire to Pashmina's lovely brand-new pink scarf. Pashmina, just waking, sat up in a daze. "Ouch!" she squealed, as the fire burned her flesh. Only then she realized she was flammable, and was going to catch on fire. "Aaagh! Must stop, drop, and roll!" she shrieked madly, flailing about, while rolling on the cellar floor vigorously. The Silver Gray, perched above in safety, watched in great amusement as the hamster rolled around in gunpowder. Pashmina realized that this wasn't succeeding, and to her horror, she also began to realize the reason why. Tearing off her burning scarf, she tossed it into the also burning gunpowder. Unfortunately, Pashmina wasn't fast enough to escape the flames, which licked her back and engulfed her in flames and fire. The young girl screamed and screamed in agony, in pain, and then two seconds later the whole scene exploded. Thus, resulting in the death of Pashmina, the optimistic one. Ding dong, Pashmina's dead.
I'm definitely going to devour the rest, thought the wolf, missing the flavor of blood and gore and flesh. I need more meat.
Boss did roll call, but when no one answered when he called on Pashmina, his entire expression, well, became expressionless. Sandy sighed, sadly. Then she just completely lost her composure and mourned, lamented, and cried. "Noooo!" she yelled, thrashing about. "I already lost three of my friends and I'm not about to lose one more!" she cried.
BOOM!
The sound of an explosion was heard, coming from the cellar. There was a moment of quiescence; then the facts began to bite their way into the hamsters' minds. Everyone thought the same, angered thought. The wolf. Bijou became rather teary. "I'm losing my friends too fast…" she murmured, her voice dripping with deplore of not paying closer attention to her friends. On the other hand, Penelope, just comprehending what had happened, just plain lost. She screamed with all she had, crying, grieving for her dear friend.
"Ookyoo! Ookyoo! Ookwee?" she shrieked. (Translation: "You happy wolf? Huh? You already murdered four of us, can you stop now?") The littlest of the remaining group thrashed about, unable to stop. It was a long time before she managed to even calm down in the slightest. Cappy looked rather pained.
"Penny, at least Pashy's in Heaven now, with Dexter. She probably misses you a whole bunch, but she's in a better place now." He comforted his friend. Penelope sniffed, and nodded. Hamtaro and Panda sighed heavily in unison. Maxwell began to cry once again, the tears filled with regret and shame.
"That was my fault, too! All of this is my fault! My stupid fault! Everyone's getting murdered, and it's all because me!" Then Snoozer spoke.
"Is… zuzuzu… it your fault… zuzuzuzu… that the wolf… zuzuzu… got in?" Maxwell looked up, eyes puffy and red from crying so much in the past few hours.
"Yeah, well… it could be…"
Sandy slapped Maxwell upside the head. "Of course it wasn't your fault, Maxy!" she said, exasperated with her boyham's paranoia. Panda giggled, although it wasn't a light, happy giggle.
"I don't even know why I'm laughing; it's much too melancholic of a time to even think of laughter." said the heavyhearted panda bear-marked hamster.
The wolf decided it was feeling a bit desirous, and trudged quietly down a 'secret' tunnel, leading to a 'secret' trapdoor in the room the Ham-Hams were currently mourning in. Wincing some as the door screeched uncomfortably loud, but relief washed over the wolf when it acknowledged the fact that the Ham-Hams were much too busy mourning and such to hear the noise. On the prowl, the wolf climbed out, without so much as a breath. It quickly scanned the dim room, looking for the appropriate hamster to munch on. Its eyes landed on the youngest one. Penelope, eh? A rather miniscule snack, but still. It will work. The younger the meat, the fuller the taste, they say. Leaping swiftly upon the loft of the clubhouse, it clambered with inexperience to the ledge. Deep breathing caught the Silver Gray's attention, and it glanced nonchalantly behind itself. What the wolf saw now had its undivided attention, because it just so happened to be another appetizing, mouth-watering snack. That snack was called, Snoozer. The wolf decided to save the yellow-clothed hamster for another time. The wolf was closing in on the still snoozing Snoozer, and-
CLAMP! There was a sickening quiescent, crunch-like sound, and the wolf once more deteriorated into shadows.
Bijou knew something was wrong. She knew something was terribly wrong. Awfully, terribly wrong. "Umm, guys, I think something's not right. I can't figure it out, but I can feel it." Boss stood up. He sniffed the air, and then listened carefully.
"Yes. Something's missing." He mused. Then Boss snapped his fingers, er, paws, and crumpled with sorrow to the floor. "Snoozer!" he moaned. Indeed, Snoozer's usual 'zuzuzu' was replaced with a dull silence. Once again, the wolf strikes back.
The wolf stared down upon the now, frightened-but-awake Snoozer. It bared its teeth, as if to mock the usually sleeping hamster's last moments alive. Snoozer was dying, and he knew it. The wolf took one step away from the hamster, and being rather speedy about it, lapped up the dark crimson liquid seeping into a larger and larger pool around the hamster. Snoozer tried to sit up, but found that he could not. Breathing became harder, and his time was slipping through his paws. Turning his head to the side, he gasped (or, he tried) in complete mortification as he saw that his entire right arm was missing, and blood was pouring out from where it should've been. Using the last of his energy, Snoozer glared at the sanguinary wolf. "I hate you…" he growled, and breathed his last breath, and died just as the wolf plunged into the Ham-Ham.
"We will always remember his being there, the advice he gave. Oh, we will miss him, Snoozer. We shall also always remember dear Pashmina, like a light shining everywhere she went, and everywhere she will go, in Heaven. May God bless them both." Maxwell ended the ceremony, and brief silence followed. Then the sound of a faucet dripping, barely seconds after. Drip, drip, drip. The source was coming from the ceiling, and the Ham-Hams looked up. The liquid dripped onto Stan, and thus he took the time to figure out what it was. The substance was red, Stan sniffed at it. More drops fell into his outstretched paw, and he gave it a taste. Salty…
"Uh, guys, I think it's blood." called Stan, rather shaky. All whipped their head to face him. Bijou looked up, and pointed. A dark red spot was forming on the ceiling. And dripping from it, was the blood. Cappy gasped.
"Is that… Snoozer's?" he whispered, fearfully.
"'Fraid so." answered Boss. Maxwell sighed.
"More funerals…" he mumbled. "I'm getting sick of them. And losing my friends. Really upset 'bout that." Sandy nodded.
"We all are." She hugged her overly upset boyham. "We'll give monster a taste of its own medicine." Hamtaro fell backwards on his butt in awe and shock.
"Oh-oh-oh my word! THE CEILING'S CRACKING!" he screamed. And indeed, it was. Perhaps it was the fact that the spot where it was cracking was dampening more and more and softening more and more and the crack was getting larger the sound, bigger, and more threatening. It wasn't all that surprising that whatever was making it crack was going to fall through at any moment because the ceiling was made of wood. C-C-C-RAAAAAACK! All the Ham-Hams ran to escape the falling wood. Blood flew everywhere, splattering the Ham-Hams. Once all the dust and grit settled and it was possible to see, the Hams gathered around the debris. Among all the wood was Snoozer's corpse. His expression was one of anger and shock and sadness. How all of those emotions managed to fix themselves all in one expression, I don't know. Bits and pieces of the hamster's body were missing, and his entire right arm. He was drained of his blood. All the Ham-Hams looked up slowly and nervously. From the hole, Snoozer's arm fell down. Well, the remains of the arm. It was only gnawed-up bone. The wolf stuck his head out, bared his teeth, and prepared to leap down. Hamtaro, taking action, threw Snoozer's arm at the monster. The sharper part grazed the wolf's nose and it howled in pain. It retreated, temporarily, and using the precious time, the hamsters escaped into another, supposedly safer, room.
The wolf tended to his wounded snout and glared at nothing. They'll pay for this… they'll pay with their lives… it growled, and fell back into the shadows once again.
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