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Chapter…uh…2...whatever.

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They had managed to bring Hunter back to the village safely, but things were going too good. Spyro tried not to cry as he sat outside of the hut where his friend was. He could hear him screaming and yelling in pain, and all what the dragon could think was that he should be in there, holding his hand and mumbling prayers and encouragement. But they wouldn't let him in, despite Hunter's wishes.

"Just…let…him…in…here…." The cheetah sat between bloody, clenched teeth.

"He can't see you right now, Hunter." The doctor had said, only to be stumbled by Hunter's reaction to even the slightest physical element that made contact with his body.

He had been given a pain medication made from special plants, but after an hour, it was obvious that it wasn't working. They risked an overdose and gave him whatever it was that they had, but nothing worked. The only thing that they could think of was knocking him out so that he wouldn't feel anything, but they didn't know how.

"Spyro? Are you okay?" Cynder said, coming up to her friend who had tear-soaked paws, and a tear-stained face.

"I'm okay…something's wrong with Hunter and I don't know what." Cynder closed her eyes as he heard a pain-filled cry from inside of the hut.

"I sure hope that he'll be alright." Cynder said and laid down next to Spyro.

"Hey, don't worry buddy, Hunter will be alright!" Sparx said, fluttering in front of the purple dragon with a smile. His smile then faded as he saw that Spyro was just staring to the ground, ignoring him. After a while, he said,

"I have every reason to worry, and he won't be alright." Spryo said, choking on a couple tears.

"He'll be alright, Spyro." Cynder reassured, kissing him on the side of the face. Normally, that little kiss would surprise Spyro and brighten up his mood to 100%, except for this time. The kiss didn't really matter right now. In fact, to him, it didn't seem to matter at all.

"Just leave me be…I'm just going to wait." Cynder stood up and Sparx fluttered away with her. Perhaps it was best that they left Spyro there alone for a little while…although they had no clue as to how he could bare to listen to the hollering inside.

Spyro couldn't listen to this any longer. Just the screams and the pain that he knew his friend was feeling…just everything…his medical history wasn't too good, either. After what seemed like an eternity, the doctor had come out and Spyro stood up, ready to listen to anything that he says.

"Hunter is…he's…look, Spyro, you're going to cry once you get the news."

"I don't care. Just tell me."

"Hunter is dying."

Everything in Spyro's world just went cold. Everything seemed to stop as his heart began sinking to the bottom of his muscular chest. Everything stopped…the world was still…the bird's beautiful songs meant nothing…everything was just so cold now.

"He's…dying?" Spyro repeated.

"He wants to say goodbye to you. But I warn you, things are really bloody in their." Spyro still walked inside of the hut anyways. The doctor was right, though. The floor had pools of blood on it and the bed that Hunter was on was stained red. Hunter's fur was smeared with his own blood, and he wasn't breathing very good. It was the type of breathing that you would expect an erratic heartbeat to go with it.

"Hunter?" Spyro said, tears rolling down the side of his scaly purple face. Hunter didn't respond back to him. He was laying on his back, staring up at the ceiling, but in his eyes, there was a great deal of pain being shown.

"Spyro…." He said weakly, blood still seeping out of his mouth. He turned his head and looked at his small dragon. He tried to smile, but it only came out to a pained expression that looked as if it was about to cry. But then again, Hunter was crying. "…you came."

"Of course I came, pal." Spyro said and sniffled a little, wiping a tear from his right eye.

"I feel like I'm already dead…but yet at the same time alive. I'm in a great deal of pain, but at the same time, I don't feel like dying." Spyro was confused at Hunter's words.

"You feel like you're dead…but don't feel as if you're dying?"

"Exactly." Hunter began to coughed and rolled over onto his side, only to be hacking up more blood from inside of his lungs. Spyro put his front paws up on the bed and clung onto Hunter's blood-stained hands. "If I really am dying, Spyro, then I just want to say goodbye." Hunter closed his eyes and started breathing slowly, trying to get his pain under control.

"No, it's not goodbye, Hunter. You'll live to be a ripe-old age and you'll get to have many of my children to hold. Whenever that will be…but I promise you that you'll get several dragonlets. Not just one, many. You can help! Just please don't leave Hunter. Please not now…." Spyro squeezed his eyes shut and started quivering with tears.

"Don't cry my friend. That's one of the last things that I want to see from you." Spyro opened up his eyes to look into Hunter's, but then a flashy sparkle caught his eye. Spyro looked over to where Hunter's tail was, only to do a double-take. His tail was…silver.

"Hunter…your tail." Spyro said, looked at it oddly. He walked to the other side of the bed and grabbed hold of his friend's long tail. It didn't have fur anymore, but rather, it had silver scales. "You're tail is…a dragon's tail." If Hunter could have turned his head around to look at it, or if he had enough strength to even move his tail, then he would have. But then a sharp bolt of pain coursed throughout the cheetah's body, and it hit him like a rattlesnake striking.

He started Spyro when he became screaming again, except this time, it was more hoarse and he started convulsing in his bed. Spyro ran around to the other side quickly and tried to hold his friend down.

"Hunter! What's happening?"

"I don't know…I…." He continued to thrash around, then once Spyro's grip loosened, he rolled over onto his other side.

"Should I get someone?!" Spyro said, although it was more like a high-pitch yell.

"That's not going to do anything!" Hunter curled up into a pained ball of fur and blood and continued screaming.

Spyro had no clue what to do. Things were not good right now, and what makes it even worse is that Hunter's pain was getting worse. It started to become so bad, that it made Spyro regret what he was saying. If Hunter died right now, then he wouldn't feel any pain anymore, which made Hunter beginning to wish for death.

Once his friend stopped moving around and screaming, he flipped him over onto his back, but he only remained curled up into a ball, almost as if he were trying to protect his insides from something that was invisible. Then, when Hunter loosened, his diaphragm and stomach-area started bleeding uncontrollably. This was a little strange and completely stumbling, since he didn't have any scratch or scar marks on him in that area.

Hunter had fear rush up his back as he started to pull his shirt up to see what was happening. Spyro held his breath as he saw all of the blood forcing itself out of him.

He wiped some of the blood away and saw that there were silver scales growing underneath, but the moment that just one of the scales were touched, he flinched back in pain. Hunter squeezed his eyes shut and whispered, "Just kill me…just let me die…." Those words pained Spyro to hear them. Now Hunter was begging for death.

"You're not going to die, Hunter. I promise. Things will get better." Hunter started panting again, still pressing his arms into his stomach area. That was when he started groaning and screaming again. Spyro reached over and grabbed a small block of wood and placed it in Hunter's mouth. This way, he could bite something else other than pieces of his mouth.

"Please Spyro, I'm begging you…just please, all I ask is that you kill me now…make me die…I can't take this anymore…kill me…." Spyro looked at his bloody paws and then back to Hunter's pained expression.

"Should I leave you be?" Spyro asked, not noticing the fact that Hunter's blood had been smeared against Spyro's face, chest, back, and arms.

"Don't leave. Aaaaa!" Hunter rolled himself over again onto his other side, then forced himself out of the bed.

"Hunter, you can't be--"

"I have to get out of that bed…I feel something…terribly wrong…." Hunter staggered into the middle of the room and collapsed there on his knees, bending forward, his arms still pressed against the new scales. Spyro walked over to his friend, annoyed by the metallic smell of blood. Spyro wrapped one wing around his friend as he screamed in pain; his fur becoming knotted and tight.

What was when his back muscles started to convulse. It was like something was trying to push it's way through Hunter's back, trying to get out to the open air. Spyro backed up a little bit, the deep and hoarse screaming hurting his ears. His skin on his back started to break, forcing the blood gushing out. Then there came what looked like bone, two wing bones, that were pushing themselves out. Upon the sight, Spyro ran out of the hut to warn the others and ask for advice.

"Hunter is just at the end of his life. He's going to be in pain, Spyro. Especially with what he's going through…we don't know what it is that he has. He's going to be screaming for Heaven-knows-when."

"No, Prowlus, you're not understanding!" Spyro debated with Prowlus for a while. But while he was gone, this happened.

Hunter ceased his screaming and looked off to his left. He saw a silvery-white, silky, skin wings that were bloody and dripping with the red liquid, and they were looming over his sides. He looked to his right and heard the same thing, but instead of being scared like heck, he just looked at them , ignoring the taste of blood in his mouth as it continued to seep out. He managed to bring his tail into sight and saw that a spike had grown on the end. But because his screaming had ceased, that alarmed the people of the village. The lack of noise made it seemed as if he had…died.

Spyro's heart felt like stopped as he rushed into to where Hunter was with everyone else, but the only thing that he saw were two bright, silver wings next to the fallen cheetah who's pain was finally beginning to subside.

"HUNTER!" Spyro said, although it sounded a little more like 'Hunner' instead.

"Spyro." He said weakly and then fell down onto his side, curling slightly. Chief Prowlus ran up to him and put a hand on his shoulder, saying,

"What on Earth happened to you?" Hunter didn't respond back. Instead, his eyes were closed as he just lay there in his own pool of now dark-red blood. He was barely even breathing…

Tell me if this has to go onto Mature Content, it's getting really bloody, isn't it?

Poor Hunter D: I feel bad for him!

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