A Cry in the Dark

Carmelita sat down on a stump out in the forest. For the past hour, the gang had been trying to revive Sly. She had held him close to her as he lay there, possibly dying. Mercutio, Tybalt's slightly younger brother, had shot him three times. Her fur was matted down with dried blood, and so was the same with her shirt. She just sat there, crying. She felt even worse when she looked down at the ring on her finger. But it was no consolation that she possibly made Tybalt piss himself with her very much real threat.

"I will punish you in ways you can't imagine," she muttered.

She looked down at the ring again. This time, she pulled it off her finger. She was ready to throw it, but she just couldn't. She wanted something personal to remind her of Sly. A reminder of their love she wanted. He had proposed her, and they had planned to wed soon. But now, she realized, that wouldn't happen.

"God Ringtail!" she whispered. "Why did you have to leave me? You always wanted to go out in a bang, and now you did."

She thought about it. She almost lost him many times. He could have so easily have died when he took down Clockwerk over Krack-Karov. Clock-La could have so easily too have taken him down. And then he jumped in front of that energy blast from that freak Dr. M that was meant for her. Right then she thought she had lost him.

And then her mind drifted to their first kiss. They had defeated Clockwerk and she had given him a ten second head start, but he didn't move, until the count of one, when he just planted one on her. And then when he had given himself up in exchange for letting his friends walk away as free men after destroying Clock-La. The two had actually talked like they were on a first date. Then he faked amnesia, and the two became intimately close. Then Tybalt stepped into the picture and everything's never been the same.

Somewhere, a twig snapped. But Carmelita didn't care. If it was Tybalt, good for him, she thought. At least she'd join Sly. She put the ring back on.

"Damn you Sly!" she muttered. "You were the best thing that had ever happen and will ever happen to me!"

"Do you really mean that?" a familiar voice said.

Carmelita perked up. She then realized that two very much familiar arms had looped themselves around her waist. She twisted around in his arms to look at him.

"SLY!" she whispered.

She noticed that his torso was instead wrapped in bandages.

"You didn't think I'd go out that easily did you?" Sly said, smiling. "Not while I still have to marry you."

"How is this possible?" she blurted out as they embraced in a hug.

"Let's just say that your father finally made peace with himself after out little soul to soul chat," Sly whispered in his ear. "And he sent me back as say, a gift in consolation for how much he has hurt you."

"You sure it wasn't a defibrillator and blood transfusions?" Carmelita giggled.

"Now seriously," Sly chuckled. "Am I really the best thing to ever happen to you?"

"Shut up and kiss me," Carmelita said.

Did you really think I'd kill off the best character? Had you going in the first chapter didn't I? Will the fact that Sly's still alive change the idea of Tybalt getting his ass kicked big time? Possibly! Will Lawrence's want for the feud to end take any major play in things? Maybe! Why am I asking these questions? I don't know. Will I ever get a girlfriend? My friends doubt it but what the hell make them think they can judge how my life will end up?