NOTES: Warning, this chapter will contain strong language.

Chapter 5

KO had been running for some time, breezing past the trees, dodging them and jumping over some that had fallen. He was a long way from the city, at least another twenty miles before he got there…but after watching a video of his friends capture and his mom punched by Boxman, he didn't care…he just wanted to get there. He knew the way…in fact no matter what direction he was in, he could always figure out which way to go.

His frustrations grew every time he landed after a jump, wanting to pound the ground with his feet and splash water all over the place, every time he came across a stream, nothing got in his way…but those frustrations were starting to overreact and soon eventually he would lose concentration.

A tree had fallen and had been there for some time, since some plants and greenery were growing around it. KO jumped on the bridge-like tree and ran to the end, ready to make another jump…but his foot caught on a vine and even though the vine snapped at his pulling, running feet, he made him lose his balance and timed his jump badly…he yelped, as he spinned in the air and landed hard on rock, which was luckily not razor sharp…but his body slowly slid down to the ground and limped on the green grass.

KO groaned in pain, it had been a while since he miscued a jump…but the pain was pushed aside as his adrenaline was kicking in and his anger came out. He screamed through frustration, cursed as loud as he could, shouting towards the sky and clenched his fist…it started to glow blue and without hesitation brought his frustrations onto the rock, by punching it as hard as he could…the impact made a dent and cracks started to surround it. KO had no time for pain as he broke the skin on his knuckles…he flexed his hand to sooth any damage he may have done to his hand. It was fine.

KO screamed again in anger.

Punching a rock? Yeah, that'll teach it.

KO's mind started talking to him…he knew it was the TKO inside of him, which wasn't surprising since he was full of anger, the side that TKO knew and loved. What was more surprising was that TKO in his mind was telling him to relax.

KO: How can I relax? (Puzzled) How can you relax? Our mom and friends are in trouble! Not to mention that…that fat chicken bastard punched our mom! Aren't you pissed?

Yeah, yeah of course I am. I am pissed. But you taught me that anger isn't the answer in situations like this.

KO: God, we've been through so much and now this…I don't know how to control it any more.

And that's what I'm here for. Relax. Meditate for a while. Let's have a chat.

KO: We haven't got the time for this!

Yes, we do! Now relax and chill! Meditate!

KO: God sake. Fine!

KO sat down and crossed his legs. He rested his hands on his kneecaps and started to take slow intakes of breath. He exhaled slowly…and in again…and out again…in…out…in…out…

He was now relaxed in his mind…

KO's form appeared in his mind, literally right next to TKO's house…which seemed to be brighter than usual. Usually it was dark and purple, looking like a house from a horror movie…but this house seemed to be clean, white, bright and actually had grass around it, with flowers, slowly blooming. KO walked closer to it and saw TKO sitting on the grass, with a beer in his hand…or at least it was beer in KO's mind. There was an ice box with more beers in it.

TKO: You've arrived. Have a sit down! (Rummages through the ice box and grabs a beer) Wanna beer?

KO: A beer? No thank you! How can you be drinking at a time like this?

TKO: Helps me relax.

KO: How's this possible. You're the dark side of me…the anger, the revenge, jealousy…and you're sitting down drinking beer? Why aren't you angry? Our friends and our mom are in trouble.

TKO: I know. I saw it! I'm pissed as well!

KO: Well, you're showing a pretty calm side of it! The hell are you doing?

TKO: Just sit down!

KO grumbles and reluctantly does. TKO takes a swig of his beer and sighs. KO felt like they were wasting time.

KO: We can't just sit here!

TKO: I know. But we have to think this through.

KO: Think this through? (Pouts) No. We get there and we…we beat the shit out of Boxman!

TKO: Think about it like this, KO. Recently, in the past, we've been unprepared what we had to face. Lots of stuff. You know, like, the truth about our dad, his death, Fink-

KO: Fink?

TKO: I mean, come on, we weren't prepared how sexy she was and…wow, how great of a fuck she is.

KO: I would've put it more politely but…yeah…

TKO: But still, we weren't prepared for it, her beauty blew us away. (Nudges KO) More ways than some, eh? Anyway, I'm losing track…oh yeah, Shadowy…and the fact he came back…we weren't prepared for that. The son of a bitch almost killed us…and Fink.

KO: What is your point?

TKO: My point is, this time, we know what's going on. We know Boxman is holding our mom and friend's hostage, right? We know it's at the Dojo. We know the situation…so why not come up with a plan, instead of smashing our way in with guns blazing.

KO: You of all people would've done it!

TKO: Yes, the old me…but since we've got Fink and a child now…I'm looking at things with a different perspective. Oh, sure, I'm still part of your anger, yes…but we've got a family now…we have to come out of this alive and going in at random could get us killed, we can't just attack like we used to…we have to plan ahead. (Takes a swig of beer) I dunno about you, KO…but I wanna see Fink and Tyi again.

KO: Hmm.

TKO: Don't you wanna see Fink and Tyi again.

KO: Of course I do!

TKO: Then get rid of any pointless anger you've got, otherwise I'm taking over the body!

KO: Okay, okay, I will.

TKO: Good.

KO: So what do you suggest we do?

TKO: The simple thing would be to sneak around the buildings and assess the situation through a window or something. Check our enemies positioning's and where our mom and friends are. See who we can take out first or if we can sneak in and untie our friends so we have backup. We just need to assess.

KO: Huh. It's not a bad idea.

TKO: Good, isn't it? I'm full of them.

KO: I'm really proud of you, you know…

TKO: Oh yeah…?

KO: Yeah, you've come a long way. You're not just my negative thoughts anymore, you're-

TKO: You! I'm you. We're merely but one. That is all.

KO: Thanks, TKO. I'm a lot calmer now. My head is clear.

TKO: No worries, fuck bucket.

KO: (Sighs) I see insults haven't left you.

TKO: Hey. (Hands up) I am what I am.

KO: I am what I am.

TKO: That's the spirit.

KO: Let's save our mom and friends!

TKO: Fuck yeah!

KO and TKO clasps their hands into a partnership shake…and then KO was out of his mind.

He got out of his meditation and took a deep breath.

KO: Let's go!

With that, KO started to run through the forest and gracefully as ever.

…

Darrell eventually came out of his "in/out" consciousness…his head throbbing, which was pretty exposed to air, as his head dome was smashed but the brain seemingly untouched. He found himself, tied to a chair, mainly by chains…his feet were tied and the chains were around his chest…he tried to move but couldn't, only achieve to shake the chair while he was on it….and without arms, it was difficult to do anything.

DARRELL: Oh, great…

FINK: I hear your awake then.

Fink was talking from another room. Darrell looked around but couldn't really tell where it was coming from. That didn't matter, as Fink stepped into the room…and Darrell gasped. Fink was in her turbo form. She was wearing a purple square neck crop vest, that looked extremely tight on her and tight dark blue jeans, with a few torn holes in them and a black belt, with the buckle a shape of a F…but her thin silky fur were sticking up and her long hair more messy than usual…she had the spike bands around her wrists and neck…and her eyes were bright yellow, sometimes covered with a red glow.

DARRELL: Y-You've gone…turbo…?

FINK: Yeah. In case you tried to escape…and in this form I can catch you…and destroy you!

DARRELL: So…y-you keep glorbs here, huh…?

FINK: (Chuckles) No. I can do this naturally now.

DARRELL: How…?

FINK: Just years of absorbing glorbs in my neck collar eventually absorbed into me. Unlike KO, who has to be angry to become turbo, I can do it like that (Clicks her fingers). Like turning on a light switch!

DARRELL: I…I got no arms…w-what threat I am to you n-now?

FINK: You're a robot, you must have a few tricks up your sleeve.

DARRELL: Ah. Hee. You know what, I think I do…

Without warn, the chains around Darrell's chest ripped off and a buzz saw with an attachment burst out of Darrell's chest, it extended, almost getting Fink but she dodged out of the way. Darrell controlled the buzz saw and made another attack towards Fink…she jumped backwards, missing the blade but it cut through the floorboards as wood dust appeared and making a lined hole in the woodwork. Darrell repelled the buzz saw but into his chest and quickly stood up!

DARRELL: Now stand still you-(Moves but his feet are stilled tied)-raaaAAAAHHHHH!

Darrell falls as his feet were still tied to the chair and he face plants into the floor. Fink used this chance to keep him pinned on the ground and jumped on top of him, pushing all her weight onto Darrell, who was surprised how strong Fink was. Darrell couldn't move and Fink's hands started to glow, powering up a purple flame but then they were interrupted by a loud screaming noise.

Aaaahhh Aaaaaaaaaaaaaahhh.

It was the sound of Fink's child, Tyi, crying.

FINK: Oh no!

DARRELL: The hell is that? You kidnapped a kid or something?!

FINK: (Grabs Darrell's head, as she speaks into his ear) Now don't you fucking move, while I attend to my baby!

DARRELL: Your…b-baby…?

Fink didn't respond except slamming Darrell's face into the floor. She gets up and runs to the child's bedroom. Darrell, though hurt from the head slam, watches Fink with a confused look. He then hears Fink talking from the other room, while the baby was still crying.

FINK: Ssshh. Sssh. It's okay. Its okay, Tyi. Mommy's here. (Almost baby talk) Oh, did mommy make too much noise? Oh, I'm sorry. I'm sorry, yeah…

Fink then started whispering something but Darrell couldn't make it out. Instead, he turned himself around, breaking the chair's legs while in the process…she struggled to get up but eventually managed to straighten himself up. He followed the sounds of the crying baby and Fink's soft whispers…the cry had died down, with little baby giggles. Darrell found where the noise was coming from and peaked his head inside…his jaw dropped and couldn't believe what he was seeing…

Fink was still in her turbo form and it looked strange as she was holding a baby, even in that calm state. The baby was giggling as Fink used her tail to tickle him and rock him a little in her arms.

FINK: (Smiles. Baby talk) is that funny? (Baby giggles) Is that funny, is it? Heehee. There, nothing to be scared off. (Whispers) You go to sleep now. I'll sing you a song, okay.

The yawns and Fink gently puts her child back in the cot…she then starts singing a lullaby:

"Goodnight my angel, time to close your eyes,

And save these questions for another day.

I think I know what you've been asking me,

I think you know what I've been trying to say.

I promised I would never leave you,

Then you should always know,

Wherever you may go, no matter where you are,

I never will be far away.

Goodnight my angel, now it's time to sleep,

And still so many things I want to say.

Remember all the songs you sang for me,

When we went sailing on an emerald bay.

And like a boat out on the ocean,

I'm rocking you to sleep.

The water's dark and deep, inside this ancient heart,

You'll always be a part of me.

Goodnight my angel, now it's time to dream,

And dream how wonderful your life will be.

Someday your child may cry, and if you sing this lullaby,

Then in your heart there will always be a part of me.

Someday we'll all be gone,

But lullabies go on and on,

They never die,

That's how you and I will be"

Within minutes of singing the soothing lullaby, Tyi was fast asleep. Fink leaned forward and gave him a peck on the forehead.

FINK: Goodnight, Tyi. My little angel. (Whispers but loud enough for Darrell to hear) Get out of this room!

DARRELL: Awwwwww!

FINK: (Turns sharply at Darrell and whispers but loud enough for Darrell to hear) Get out of this room!

Darrell nodded and obliged and Fink quickly followed him. They walked into the lounge and Darrell was then pushed up against a wall as Fink had her claws out.

DARRELL: I…I-I didn't know you had a baby, Fink…

FINK: Well, I do! And if you ever go near him, I swear I'll rip your fucking eye out!

DARRELL: O-Okay….

FINK: Now what is going here? Why does Boxman want me so much? What happened to Boss was years ago…

DARRELL: Oh…u-uh, well…it…uh…he's not just getting revenge….he uh, he…w-wants your…blood…?

FINK: What…?

DARRELL: Yeah. He wants your blood…

FINK: What for?

DARRELL: Boxman found the blueprint to create a second life within the body, you know…t-the one that Venomous made to create…his alter ego…

FINK: Okaaaaay, but I don't understand the blood bit.

DARRELL: Well…he…needs your blood. Rat's blood. (Shrugs) I guess daddy doesn't know any other rats. (Nervous laugh) Haha…

FINK: What the…? Boss never used my blood, not for anything, even especially when he became that asshole Shadowy, no way! Boss would never hurt me! Where the hell did Boxman read that…?

DARRELL: In…your boss's notes. I swear it says rat's blood. Hey, in fact I have a copy of it in my memory when daddy showed me.

FINK: (Let's go of Darrell) Bring it up.

Darrell nods and presses a button and a projector screen floats in the air…Darrell swipes through the pictures he had until he came across the note. Fink read it thoroughly, aside from the lovey dovey note that her boss left for Boxman, she noticed a letter was faded on the line where it said blood for the word next to it…she rolled her eyes, she could see the mistake.

FINK: That…fucking fat idiot! It's not rat's blood.

DARRELL: When what is it?

FINK: Bats blood! The B is rubbed out to look like an "r"!

DARRELL: Oh. Oh yeah…I see it now…

FINK: But this is not good! If Boxman makes that stuff and drinks it, he could destroy the world! It may give you a second chance at life if you die but you'll…lose yourself! We have to stop him! That note…needs to be destroyed! Like, right fucking now!

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NOTES: End of chapter. I should hopefully have a new one up by the end of next week.