Chapter 4: Takeover

And here I thought insanity was relative.--Peppy


Fox pondered a while longer. If Gregory spoke the truth, then he would have to let him kill his father because of his treacherous acts. He lifted his head, and met eyes with his, then surprised the apparition by spitting at it. Greg watched as the saliva sailed through him, and looked back at Fox, who now had a defiant look on his face. The cat rolled his eyes with a look that said, 'I can't believe you thought that'd work.'

" If that's the way you feel," he snapped his fingers and Slippy twitched for a moment or two and died. Fox yelled in shock, as one of his friend's life was gone, as if it were a fragile glass broken on the floor. He cried out in pain of his loss, and tears rolled down his face. He felt so heavy; it was as if his own weight would crush him.

" Why are you crying?" A small child's voice echoed in his ears. He looked to see the younger version of himself standing in front of him, with a distorted look on his face. " You should not disobey Mr. Greg, or else." The kit smiled in what would have been perceived as innocently, had Fox not known better.

Just as he said that, Greg had focused his attention on Falco. He seemed interested.

" Very well, if I can't have your body, I shall take his. He seems like a strong one, much more capable of getting the job done." He headed for Falco, his hands extended, reaching for him.

" Don't touch him, you freak! I'll kill you if…" his threat was cut short when the child thrust a pen into his hand. He screamed in pain, and could feel the warm blood oozing from the wound. The tendrils loosened, and let go all together. Fox sank to his knees, prying out the pen. The child stood over him, his eyes crimson, a sick smirk across his face now.

" I always enjoyed watching people suffer." The child ran his finger through the trail of blood on Fox's hand, and licked it. He smacked his lips.

Greg looked over his shoulder. He turned back to Falco, slowly turning into a black wisp of smoke and disappeared into his mouth. Falco's body stirred for a moment, shaking and occasional moan escaped his throat, and he shot straight up with a deep gasp of air. He examined his hands as he opened and closed them, and checked out the rest of his new body. He unsteadily stood up, and moved the body in almost all ranges of motion.

" Well, it has been awhile. It's nice to feel things again." He glanced over at Fox and the kit.

Fox was now standing up against the wall, while the kid stood an inch away from him, evilly glancing into his eyes. " It's been so long since I had a play mate."

Greg looked at him, and relished in the fear he saw in Fox's eyes. The kit kept his gaze, until he vanished into the air. Fox looked around. Then, not seeing him, he turned his sights onto Falco's body. He couldn't just let him walk out of there. He started forward, when a flash of orange flew across his path by a few inches. Fox stepped back, and felt immediate pain in his stomach. He looked down to see that the kit had slashed his stomach, and blood was dripping out of the wound.

He bent over in pain. He could feel the warmth of his blood soaking his hands. He lifted his head to see Greg on the move, heading for the opening of the foyer. He painfully stood upright, and ran to tackle him. Before he made it, Falco's body turned and with some invisible force, flung Fox's body up and hit the wall on the top floor. Fox fell, and landed on the second story landing. He looked through the banister to see Greg staring at him. He felt so warm now. He looked at the floor, and then back to Greg, only Greg wasn't there anymore. He looked around, then felt a presence above him. He slowly lifted his head to see a black glob-like thing with hundreds of eyes staring at him, razor sharp fangs dripping out of its three mouths. He tried to roll out of the way when he felt a deep, sharp pain jolt up his left leg. The thing had latched on to him with one of it's mouths, the others taking in air, and was putting increasingly more pressure on his leg. He yelled in pain.


R&R, bitte.