A/N: I was originally going to have Harley Keener break his leg in a fight with Carmelita Fox in the Old West. But, as I thought about it further, I decided that an officer of the law breaking a minor boy's leg was too gruesome. I'm going to have Harley break his leg later on in the story. The fight between Harley and Carmelita will still happen, but without Carmelita breaking Harley's leg. That would be too gruesome.
We go back to the teenage human boy named Harley Keener back in the Medieval prison cell with his prisoner/friend Jerry Garret. Harley had been put in this prison for doing something bad. I won't reveal to you guys what Harely did to get himself locked up in a Medieval prison, since I don't want to spoil anything yet. All you need to know is that Harley ended up in a Medieval prison for doing something bad. Harley had spent the past few weeks telling a wolf about his harrowing adventures with the Cooper Gang, his relationship with Carmelita Fox, among other things. Harley soon took a break from telling Jerry his stories about his adventures with Sly Cooper. Harley was starving. He hadn't eaten anything in a few days. He felt like Nelson Mandela.
If you don't know who Nelson Mandela is, he was the first president of South Africa. In the year 1962, Nelson Mandela was arrested and sentenced for threatening to overthrow the state of South Africa. He spent 27 years in Robben Island prison before being released. He then went on to become the first president of South Africa. Harley felt helpless right now. He stared down at the cast that was on his leg. Harley Keener got into a fight with an Interpol agent named Carmelita Fox. Harley got sick and tried of Carmelita's attitude toward Sly Cooper. He felt she was taking things too far. Harley got into an intense physical altercation with Carmelita in the Old West. It didn't end too well. It ended with the human boy battered and bruised.
Harley felt bad for what he did. He was only trying to stick up for Sly. He didn't want to fight Carmelita. He was just so angry with rage that he couldn't stop himself from fighting Carmelita. Harley wasn't a physical type of guy. He wasn't the type of guy who got himself into fights. He hated physical violence. If anything, Harley tended to avoid being involved in a physical altercation. Harley regretted assaulting Carmelita Fox. His broken leg was slowly starting to heal. Harley had to take various pain medications to help ease the pain in his leg. Jerry noticed that one of Harley's legs was in a cast. He wondered how Harley had broken his leg.
"Harley. How did you break your leg?" Jerry asked the human boy across from him.
"I broke my leg in a fall. I'll tell you about it later." Harley said to the wolf beside him. "Want to hear about how I got into a fight with someone."
"Let's just say I got into a fight with someone you don't want to pick a fight with. A fight with an officer of the law." Harley said to the wolf beside him.
"How in the world did that happen?" Jerry asked Harley.
"It started while we were in our time travelling adventure in the Wild West." Harley began to say, recounting the time he got his left leg broken by Carmelita Fox.
The Old West. Cotton Mouth Bluff, Texas. 1884. Day.
Harley P.O.V.
I was heading outside of the clock tower that was Tennessee Kid Cooper's hideout. I saw Carmelita, Sly, Bentley, and Murray standing there. I headed to where they were. Bentley and Murray got out of the way. Carmelita set her sights on Sly. She looked very pissed off. I knew that Carmelita got angry plenty of times in the past, but it was uncanny. She literally looked like a demon sent from hell.
"What the hell is going on here?!" I asked out loud.
"This doesn't concern you, Harley. I suggest you go back to the hideout before things get ugly." Carmelita said to me.
"This is about you and Sly, isn't it? You're super pissed off that he faked amnesia just to be with you." I said.
"Yeah. I have every freaking right to be mad at Sly for faking amnesia just to be with me. How dare he lie to me, that no good lying, ugh!" Carmelita said angirly.
"Sly faked amnesia because he was desperate to be with you, Carmelita. Isn't it obvious? He wanted to be with you so bad. You wouldn't give him the time of day. You kept acting like a demon sent from hell toward him. He had no choice but to fake amnesia. It was because of you that he did it!" I said to Carmelita.
"IS THIS TRUE, RINGTAIL? DID YOU REALLY FAKE AMNESIA JUST TO BE WITH ME?" Carmelita yelled at the raccoon.
"Yes. I didn't want to fake amnesia, but your attitude toward me left me no choice." Sly said.
"You're a fucking asshole." Carmelita said with a venomous tone to Sly. I wanted to break this shit up before things got ugly.
"I'm getting sick and tired of your attitude towards Sly. You need to stop this crusade against him, now! This is starting to get insane. You and Sly need to settle your differences peacefully!" I said to the vixen.
"THAT FILTHY RINGTAIL LIED TO ME! NOBODY LIES TO CARMELITA FOX AND GETS AWAY WITH IT!" Carmelita yelled at the top of her lungs.
"Please don't make me fight you." I said. I was getting tired of Carmeita Fox's treatment toward Sly. She acted as if Sly was like John Wayne Gacy or Osama bin Laden. Sly wasn't a freaking murderer or a terrorist. He was just your average, ordinary thief that isn't harming anybody. He doesn't even steal from other people. Carmelita can't get that through her thick fucking skull. I honestly wanted to beat the living shit out of Carmelita. I'm not the type of guy who gets himself into fights. I'm a mostly pacifist type of guy. I believe that violence solves nothing. I chose to fight Carnelita because she was stubborn. If convincing her to settle her differences with Sly wasn't going to work, then maybe a fight would.
Carmelita raised her shock pistol toward me. "GET OUT OF THE WAY! I WANT TO WRING THE RINGTAIL'S NECK FOR LYING TO ME!"
"I REFUSE!" I screamed at Carmelita. "THIS NEEDS TO FUCKING STOP, NOW!" Suddenly, I was knocked back by a bolt of electricity. That f**king bitch just shot me with her shock pistol. Something in me snapped. I felt this, burning rage just well up in me. I felt to urge to beat the shit out of someone. Anyone. I rose up quickly to my feet and I sprinted toward the vixen. I threw my arm back and I punched Carmelita in the chest with a right cross. She staggered to the ground. I then jumped on top of her and started to punch and kick the shit out of Carmelita. I was so pent up with rage, I felt like I was high on glue. That's how angry I was.
Carmelita then kicked me in the chest super hard. The pain was unbelievable. It felt as if somebody threw a bowling ball at me at 45 miles per hour. I went down to the ground. I wasn't done with Carmelita yet. I tried to jump kick her. This time, she threw a haymaker at my arm. It hurted bad. Carmelita then started punching and kicking me. It was like a scene from a Mortal Kombat or a Street Fighter game. She then aimed her shick pistol at me. I kicked the pistol out of her hands. I grabbed the weapon and I immediately started to sprint away from Carmelita. I decided to destroy the lethal weapon. I saw an oncoming train in the distance. I threw the gun onto the train. It shattered and it got obliterated.
Murray then appeared from my side and tackled me. He held my body against his.
"YOU NEED TO STOP FIGHTING CARMELITA, NOW!" Murray yelled at me.
"I WILL NEVER STOP FIGHTING HER!" I yelled at Murray. Carmelita then punched me in the face. I went flying back. I literally saw stars. I was knocked out cold. This is why you should never pick a fight with an officer of the law. You'll get your ass handed to. As the saying goes: You mess with the bull, you get the horns.