"When I'm busy, I don't have time to think about Campion," said Blackberry, not sure of what she was saying until the words had escaped her mouth. Still, she pressed on and continued to dig at the dirt, as if the one she loved were buried beneath the soil. Perhaps there was no point in wearing out her paws, but she'd have time to regret that later.
Through the corner of her eye, Blackberry saw Fiver's look of surrender as he sympathized for her. Then he looked over his shoulder, and said in a tone so fake you could tell he was making it up just to make her feel better, "I think Campion's spirit is still here…"
Blackberry stopped digging and stared at the walls, taking in these useless words.
"…Still with us," continued the buck.
Blackberry sighed. "His spirit is no use to me."
"Well, maybe it's more than that. Maybe… maybe he's still alive!?" said Fiver with a shimmer of hope.
Blackberry's jaw tightened as she remembered that terrible moment as Campion had died, and all she could do was stare into his eyes until they disappeared beneath ruins. "We saw him die!" she said with enough force to seem to make Fiver regret his words.
Fiver wouldn't accept this. Still, he pushed on, talking like Campion was alive and well, like he'd just visited with him. It disgusted Blackberry to no end. "My heart's already broken, Fiver," sighed Blackberry, close to tears. "I don't need false hope making it worse."
Fiver had been defeated by Blackberry's harsh words now. He turned and left the room, leaving Blackberry to mourn on her own.
This digging isn't gonna get me anywhere, she told herself, scraping her nail against an implanted rock. "Ow," she muttered, backing away. That was the least of her pain, though.
The jagged rock had put a small cut in her paw, and drops of red blood trickled out. Red… thought Blackberry, inspecting the miniscule wound. A disgusting color. Why should there be anymore colors now? Campion's dead! The world should be… everything should be… Why shouldn't everything turn black? Make it cold and dark as my heart?
Blackberry thought these words in growing fury at the world. Colors should leave. Let us all drown in black. This would be a better way to escape this world, and escape that horrible fact that Campion was…
She didn't even allow herself to think that last word. She lay down right there beneath her construction, and began to mutter to herself hauntingly. "Make it black… Turn it all black!"
"I see a redwood and I want it painted black
No colors anymore I want them to turn black
I see the does stroll by grooming through their summer fur
I have to turn my head while my darkness pure
I see a line of ants and they are painted black
With flowers and my love both never to come back
And others turn their heads and quickly look away
Like a newborn kitten it just happens every day
I look inside myself and see my heart is black
I see my redwood and it has been painted black
Maybe then I'll fade away and not have to face the facts
It's not easy facing up when your whole world is black
No more will my clear stream go turn a deeper blue
I could not foresee this thing happening to you
If I look hard enough into the setting sun
My love will laugh with me before the morning comes
I see a redwood and I want it painted black
No colors anymore I want them to turn black
I see the does walk by grooming through their summer fur
I have to turn my head while my darkness pure
Hmm, hmm, hmm,...
I wanna see it painted, painted black
Black as night, black as coal
I wanna see the sun blotted out from the sky
I wanna see it painted, painted, painted, painted black
Yeah!"
With that, she closed her eyes and wept for her lost love, not knowing that just around the corner stood Pipkin, listening to every word and wishing he could tell Blackberry the truth.
Campion is alive!
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Hullo everyone on FF! Didja miss us? Sorry we haven't updated either of our WD fics for a while, but summer just started, we're out of school, and we're celebrating! This idea for a chapter literally came to me (Phoebe :P) fifteen minutes ago while I was watching this song on youtube. So… yeah. Okay, so this is like the 4th chapter, and we only have two reviews, and that's from a friend that we asked to review (she reviewed twice, stupid girl). So please review!
Finally, we do not own this song, it is the property of the Rolling Stones, who are quite awesome, yet not us. We don't own WD because Richard Adams owns it. He is also radiating awesomeness, but not us. So… yeah, I think we covered it. Thanks for reading, and please tell us what you think of this story! It's fun to write, and it make things even more fun when I know that people like my work.
Ciao!
-Phoebe (heck, why not, Tabitha helped a little :-). )
helped a little :-). )