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Warning: MAJOR Spoiler
Summery: A parasite unknown to men has infected Blu, and killing him it is. Feeding off of oxygen and nerve pulses; random fever spikes and heart attacks followed Blu as he learns about prestige Bird hunters attacked the Amazon. he's caught by them. Now in captivity Blu awaits his family to arrive. For a month. Now he's dead; but through the ashes a new Blu rises. Stronger, harder, smarter, angry. Armed with a crowbar and a new persona for a willed death. He's going to return home.
The 'Turning Evil' Saga: {Book One: Missing}
Chapter Two: Breaking Him|Finding Him.
Part One: Training Day
Jewel (First Person)
{Night Time}
I frowned as I latched on the 'Fanny Pack' Blu brought with him that year ago. Taking out the things I don't need; -Like that GPS; I broke that into five pieces- and replacing them with things I do need. Like food, my notebook, a pencil, the picture of Blu, and his feather. That feather however is clipped to my head with a passion flower.
I'm still at the nest Roberto lent to us, holding the picture close to my hurting heart. I started to think on what I know and what I assuming. Going to the United States would be tough, especially with those hunters on the loose. So I have to pay a visit to an old friend; a friend who knows his way of finding transportation and locating a certain bird. Maybe this friend had something to do with the disappearance of my mate. This one friend knows me very well, and well indeed.
Finding him won't be a problem; getting him alone and where no one can find him will be. I'm willing to go that distance if it means finding transportation.
Flying to Europe would take too much time, not only that I can't fly that long nor can I swim at all. So I have to find a boat that goes fast and long; something that won't cut out on me. That or I will have to learn how to fly longer than what I normally do; flying overseas means no stopping for water or bathing. I don't want to die a watery death because of my endurance. I need to learn how to fly longer; or adapt.
I need to fly faster and longer; or hitch a ride halfway and fly the rest. But then it would take me longer. And by the time I stop and rest; It would have taken me two days in oppose of one day with a rest.
Don't forget I also have to travel to Australia, and if i'm not careful I won't live to tell this tell. After doing research on where I'm going; the wired looking land piece isn't forgiving. Worse than the Amazon; they make the place look like a playground for kids.
Finding Blu will be the last objective; knowing him he'll be pissed that we|me didn't come looking for him sooner. But he'll forgive me like me normally do. And the main goal is to bring him home.
I planned on leaving tonight, but I decided I was tired and I would do that tomorrow night. I rolled my side,eyes facing the entrance to look at the moon; hoping where ever Blu is he's safe.
I hold the picture closer to me, and close my eyes, missing his beating heart. Missing his steady breathing. Whose to say even if I find him; would he even recognize me? I don't want to go there with my hopes up only to be crushed by the repeating avalanches that are in my body every time I see this picture of his goofy self with my childish face!
But I have to; alone. I don't want to drag the children in this. This is my problem; not theirs. They have a life ahead of us; we don't. We've already fulfilled our lives as separate birds. Now all we got to do is give them one better than ours.
I finally decided. As soon as dawn breaks; I'll be gone. I've already told Roberto and no one else. Thus I just closed my eyes and thought of everthing; my entire mindset of what would happened if I didn't find Blu? What would happen if I find an entrily different Blu? A feral one? I can't even think on how my mate's innocence could be breaking as I thought!
I stood up; the sapphire fire burning in my eyes. I take one look at the picture and I took my note pad. I began tracing the outline of Blu and me. I looked up and stuffed all three back into the bag and hopped out of the tree. Flying quietly out of the forest and towards where the Helicopter took off. If I find him I would be able to get information about the three things.
1. Transportation out of South America
2. Who's working with him
3. Blu's last location.
He should at least supply me with what I should know; if not then we're going to have a big fight on our feathers. And I won't mind that; if it means finding Blu. And I know I would be breaking a promise by not fighting with anyone else.
I made it to the -now regrowing- forest the loggers nearly decimated. I remembered the explosion and the scare of Blu dying in a horrible death. One that was almost caused by Bob, Nigel, being desprete to kill Blu.
I tried to calculate where the sun would go; but I could do no more than just point to the direction where the helicopter went. So I decided to fly up and get a good view. It's better to see up, and around with her keened sense of sight. She went northwest. She could tell by the north star and going west.
Nigel's who I'm looking for, and I plan on going there a uninformed bird. To a informed Bird with a sense direction. Otherwise should Nigel not give me information then I'm going to have to take it by force. and all means I will hurt him. And if he runs, I will hunt him like the prey he is.
I dove for the building, away from the moonlight in case he see's my shadow. I noticed that he was in a field that was fenced off; still no roof. This made everything much easier as he has nowhere to go. I know he can't fly; I'm surprised he surprised he even lived through the jet. I'm calling shenanigans on that fact but what'm I going to do?
Beat him until he wishes I could rip his throat out.
I land on a fence. I notice him looking at the moon with a somber tone. He clearly didn't look happy. I'm assuming it's because of how he's stuck with that non-poisonous frog. I'd bet he'd kill her with the first chance he got. She's annoying. And i almost wish Nigel did kill her. Or I could wish she was poisonous for when she actually struck Nigel he'd been dead. What are the fucking chances she's not deathly?
I raise my wings and I was about to jump at him until I hear his voice ring out. His sad, regretting voice felt like a buzz in my ear. An annoying buzz I can't seem to shake.
"I know why you're here. You came for some information on where Blu is?" He asked.
"How would you know?" I asked coldly,
"What other reason would you come here? Unassuming I did everything." Nigel gave a small cough. Giving me a wicked smile.
"Where is he?!" I asked, my talons gripping the fence harder.
"Where else? Australia. Don't you read the paper?"
"I know where Australia is; There's many regions of where he could be. That's why I came here."
"My suspicions are confirmed." He dodged my question; making me more angry by the second. "Now; who are you looking for?"
"Blu, you featherless some-bitch!" I flapped my wings in-dignified. "Where is he?!"
"Australia; I don't know why you're yelling. I thought old friends where having a calm conversation." Nigel laughed a little,
"How do I get to Australia?!" I demanded, lunging for him. I was surprised when I felt nothing but grass under me.
"Gotta be faster than that!" He laughed maniacally.
"Grr..." I growled, lunging at him once more. I felt pain in my back as I realized he's flipped me over his shoulder! I felt pain in my shoulder and a vice under my neck. I look to see he's holding my left wing with one of his legs pinning me down."Whaa~?"
"Idiot; I should kill you where you lay," He said, "When you're trapped in a cage with people studying you; you learn tom steal a few books and teach this old bird a new trick or two." He released me and stood back.
I stood up, quickly dusted myself off. Obviously bested at my own game; surprise.
"Now, let's review. You're looking for a way to find Blu in Australia -One of the most deadliest Place on this planet- and expect to survive the perlous jorney from south America to Australia? HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!" Nigel laughed maniacally.
"No, I plan on going to the United States and fly to Europe..." I corrected.
"Still as Dangerous!"
"Not if I hitch a ride..." I pitched.
"Good luck, with everyone using Airplanes no one's using boats anymore," Nigel giggled. "The last major boat that went from Europe to America's the Titanic.
"There has to be some way I could fly there then..."
"I could help you; it took me three days of flying nonstop two years ago in Rio." Nigel pitched, "And since I don't like you I'm not going easy on you."
"F-FINE!" I flapped my wings; This's taking longer than I would like it too.
"First things first; in Australia you're going to die if you don't know how to defend yourself. I'm going to teach you to fight like me." Nigel cracked his neck. Looking at me maniacally. "If you die in training, you don't deserve the honor of your body buried." He raised a wing.
"Let's go," I challenged rushing at Nigel. My talons raised high; I went for the kill.
Nigel laughed and grabbed my leg and swung me around once before slamming me on the ground. He jumped and
Blu (First Person)
"AGAIN!" Tinto demanded.
"I'm trying you fucker!" I snapped, out of breath. I only swore because of how beat up I was.
"I'm sitting here with my transparent beak eating nuts while your falling on your tail feathers a hundred times." Tinto broke another Macedonian Nut and ate it. I felt my body get nutritious but I would like something to eat to shut my growling stomach. I glare at him.
"Why are you eating all of the food I foraged for?!" I asked, holding my crowbar angry.
"You have to learn to cope with hunger, I know you didn't in a luscious forest but this is survival of the fittest. And if your not strong enough to a day without food then your going to die." Tinto shrugged,
"I'm going to die if I don't eat!"
"My problem?"
"You die too!"
"No, because I am eating."
"My food..."
"What are you going to do about it?" He taunted
" Take it!" I flew at him, giving the Crowbar a left sideways swing. To which he ducked, raked me in the stomach with his talons and shoved me back. I felt blood trailing down my stomach and I looked down. I saw my transparent midsection ripped. I felt my heart beat fast as I came to the conclusion that Tinto killed me. I blacked out; I came too about a minute later. I looked at my midsection; it's healing. Fast.
"I thought you killed me?" I asked, feeling stupid.
"I can kill you; but you'll come back." Tinto explained, "Someone else kills you; your dead."
"It hurt..." I said, dazed.
"That's because I killed you, normally. Thus it won't hinder our training session." Tinto smiled, "Want to try again?"
"No.,..."
"You don't have a choice,"
"I do, fuck you and fuck this session too." I said walking off.
I swore I heard Tinto cheesing at me. I hear him breath in and out; I finally hear him chuckling. Then laughing. I turned around to see what's the big idea but he's leaning against the tree holding his sides.
"I'm not surprised you got caught; you're weaker than a baby bat." He insulted,
"So? Maybe bats are weak but smart..." I said, my pride hurting.
"Maybe that you can explain why your family didn't come for you?"
Everything but my vision became a void. I felt the familiar hatred boiling in me; I couldn't describe what I was feeling so I'd rather place it in the soft loamy solid that is my body. But no matter how many times IO shoved it down it only came back up. Stronger and lighter. It knocked me in my beak and crumpled me up. it finally dawned on me. Is he just insulting my family? You fucker...
I didn't turn around. Only looking at the midday sun shining over us. I gripped my crowbar harder as I slowly turned around. Notice that my eyes were buzzing now. Little did I know they where changing.
"What did you say?" I asked.
"Oh nothing, just the fact I'm surprised that Jewel took you for a mate... And your children must be weak; no chance to survive with you as a father?" He smiled, which made me angrier.
"FUCK YOU! SAY THAT TO MY FACE AND I WILL BREAK YOU!" I charged him, swinging my crowbar up. To which he pulled a stick and parried my attack. I swung again to the left and he blocked that again. Yawning in my face. I smashed my head to his and he backed up. Feeling dazed. I took that opportunity to smack him with the bunt end of my crowbar.
I saw him register the blow but he hit me in my side; I took no notice to it as I gave him the artillery barrage of attacks. To which he either parried, countered, or got hit. He trusted, and I moved out of the way. My only goal was to kill him.
"What if I told you that your kids are dead?" Tinto asked, which made me paused.
"What?" I asked him, fear begriming in my eyes.
"When I was gone, I noticed something... strange. Three children, two girls and one boy dead while their mother did nothing but watch! Oh boy oh boy did those hunters did a number on them?" Tinto continued, coyly. Which made me angrier. "Shot through the chest, carcass sold for a pretty dime.
"YOU FUCKING LIAR! I SHOULD SCALP YOU WHERE YOU STAND!"
I swung again with so much fury going through my veins like nickle being poured out of my heart into my bloodstream, but he ducked and hit me in the stomach. I shoved my leg up and kicked him between the legs, to which he made a pained sound and covered his cloaca. I took the opportunity to dropped my Crowbar between me and my'Self Made' grass holster and gave him two hooks before uppercutting him with my wings. I then flapped up and tried to attack his eyes, but he pulled me down; keeping my wings on the ground he placed his talons on my heart. I twisted and headbutted his above cloaca and turned onto my stomach.
I lifted myself and jumped back. Him being stuck on a angry bird and a hard place I took my Crowbar and tried to jam it in his neck but he slipped from my grasp. I swung around and I heard metal collide with flesh and bone. I then took the sharp end of the crowbar and slammed it into his head. Feeling both fake and real blood spit out into my eyes. I took the object out of him and instinctively rubbed my eyes. Trying to get his blood out of my eyes.
I see him sit up, clean from all wounds or damages. I slightly step back and concluded that he's immortal. I can't get rid of him. I felt justice after killing him.
"Good job. I see killing me made you feel better huh? Wouldn't it feel better to kill me permanently?" He asked, to which I shook my head.
"I want to see you dead." I growled, holding my crowbar up. I then felt a twinge of sadness in my chest. "Are my children really dead?"
"Yes," He says. "Look into my memory... (Touch my head.)" I went to place a feather on his head, but my mind was filled with everything he's said. On how my children's bodies sold, shot through the lungs and heart, Jewel sitting there and watching them being decimated and dead by the tree we raised them in... That FLOOZY!
"However now's not the time for depression, You don't want to kill me with blood in your eyes. Go wash them out at the river; and see what you became." I notice that Tinto has a shade of red overlapping him.
"What?" He confused me, but I didn't wait for him to finish the sentence as i went to said stream. I dip my wings into the water and slash them into my eyes, i look at my reflection and gasp. My irises now dark red, I had a scar on my midsection, my eye had a scar running through it, my feathers where tinted with dry blood, my beak was well kept and my crowbar was literally dipped in b-blood. I noticed I wore a scarf, something I hadn't wore in a long time. I shook my head and I was back to normal once more. I about to lose my mind... I stood up before finally feeling the cold wash over me. I looked back into the water and my eyes where brown once more (Something I haven't seen all day!) What's going on? Did Tinto go back to sleep?
"TINTO!" I called, rushing back to my previous position.
I notice writing in the dirt.
I read i with ease and I shuddered with fear. Suddenly all signs of strength or courage gone.
Weakling,
It's time for me to hibernate; no matter how many times you call or look I won't be around.
Last training session for the day; Survive the night. Renumber, as smart as you are other animals won't be as smart. So don't try to negotiate or any of that shit.
I stopped reading because he misspelled Remember,
I ate your food, so starve or find food. Survival of the Fittest.
I seethed, No wonder why he was eating them. He was leaving me to start over once more yo forage for food. I hate him; I wish he would just drop dead and my life would be so much easier.
But so much harder...
He makes sense. I'm not going to survive out here if I don't learn to; Jewel's father didn't teach me shit about surviving. Only to cover myself in mud and get out of a entanglement of vines. Okay, they taught me how to use my beak but in the end do I know how to survive like Bear Grills? No. Do I know every part of that jungle? No. Do I know how to fight with crowbar and change my eye color? Yes. Did I just learned the death of my children? You bet your tail feathers I did... but I'm not sad... I'm not... depressed like I normally would be... I felt angry. Angry that Jewel would sit there and watch the children of our family die like that.
I know where those macadamia nuts grow; So if I go there and camp out; I have a nice source of food, and I can always go back here to the water source if I'm feeling thirsty. Not only that I can call Tinto if I'm feeling lonely.
Lonely...
A feeling Tinto told me to discard and repress it; for I may start feeling depressed like I was in that facility. I started to look for supplies I could build a nest out of; like twigs and grass I can wove. As I foraged I got lost in my own thoughts. was he teaching me to be just like him? Teaching me to be strong? Teaching me not to feel emotion? Only to feel the need for survival; follow my heart but ignore what it says?
I have to listen to what Tinto says; he's only keeping me alive. Using unorthodox methods of controlling me. Using my logic and sense to brainwash me? I don't know if I want to listen to him anymore but it makes too much fucking sense to stay with him; I can't leave him or I'll end up dead. I felt something go through my veins; my eyes felt like they where on fire. My heart hurts.
I looked into a puddle and notice my irises where a light shade of red and grey. One eye grey and the other red. I heard a voice echo in my head. And I felt a shift in my chest and my head started to think differently. I loved it. My throat burned as vile shot up but I swallowed it. I gripped my crowbar harder as I heard a omnivorous beat and the voice of Tinto permeating my mind.
[Tinto]
I don't speak, I float in the air wrapped in a sheet
I'm not a real person, I'm a ghost trapped in a beat
I translate when my voice is read through a seismograph
And a noise is bred, picked up and transmitted through Blu's head ("AAHHH!")
Trapped him in his room, possessed him and hoist his bed
Till the evilness flows through his blood like poisonous lead
Told him each one of his kids is dead("What?!")
I asked him to come to the dark side, he made a choice and said
[Blu]
"Who hard? yo I done heard worse
We can get in two cars and accelerate at each other
To see which one'll swerve first
Two blind bandits panic, whose mental capacity holds
That of a globe on top of nine other planets
Kissed the cheek of the devil
Intelligence level is hell-ier than treble peakin on speakers in the ghetto
Dismissal, I'm not a fair man, disgraced the race of a atheist
Intercepting missiles wit my bare hands like a patriot
One track sliced without swords, I buried the Christ corpse
In my past life when the Black Knight mounted the white horse
And stay over-worked, its like the Nazis in the nations
Collaborating, attempting to take over the earth,"
[Tinto]
"Cuz this is what happens when Bad Meets Evil
We hit the trees till we look like Vietnamese people
I'm Evil, and He's Bad like Steve Segal
Above the Law cuz I don't agree wit police either ("Shit, me neither!")
We ain't eager to be legal
So please leave me wit the keys to your Jeep Eagle
I breathe ether in three amounts
When I stab myself in the knee with a diseased needle
Releasin' rage on anybody in squeezing range
Cold enough to make the seasons change into freezing rain
("He's insane!") No I'm not, I just want to shoot up and I'm pissed off
'Cuz I can't find a decent vain
[Blu]
The disaster wit dreds
I'm Bad enough to commit suicide and survive long enough
To kill my soul after I'm dead
When in danger it's funny actually my flavor's similar to a waiter
Cuz I serve any stranger with money
I spray a hundred, man until they joint chains
While slippin bullets at point blank range like they was punches
Piss on a flag and burn it, murder you then come to your funeral
Serve this lobbyist, strangle your body then confirm you
Whippin human ass, throwin blows crackin jaws
Wit my fists wrapped in gause, dipped in glue and glass
I'm blazin MC's, at the same time amazing MC's
Somehow MC's ain't that eye-brow raisin to me
From all of angles of us, flash a mack loud enough to cast a avalanche
And bust till volcanoes erupt
I used to be a loudmouth, remember me? ("Uh-ah?")
I'm the one who burned your house down ("Oh...")
Well I'm out now ("Shit!"), and this time I'm comin back to blow your house up
And I ain't gon leave you a window to jump out of
Give me two fat tabs and three shrooms
And you won't see me like fat people in steam rooms
And when I go to hell and I'm gettin ready to leave
I'ma put air in a bag and charge people to breathe
[Blu + Tinto]
Cuz this is what happens when Bad Meets Evil
And we hit the trees till we look like Vietnamese people
He's Evil, and I'm Bad like Steve Segal
Against peaceful, see you in hell for the sequel
(We'll be waitin) See you in hell
Jewel (Third Person Limited)
Made the pact with the devil she did. In exchange of helping Jewel cross the seas from the USA to Europe, she would bring the Cockatoo to the states. To get away from her, that annoying non-poisonous frog, Gabi. For pity, Jewel accepted these terms and now while Jewel's flying; slowly to help train. It can't be all that bad; She means he already taught her how to fight Blu if he's turned against society. She looked ahead to see Nigel hitching rides form cars to random motorcycles since he can't fly.
The Cockatoo left Rio before Jewel had a chance to even feel tired. She felt angry on how she had to fly slow but then realized that it's only going to help with the flying. So that means she can't go fast or burn out. She can't make a rest stop so it's either one go or drown. She decided the former as she only focused on the achievement it would be for personal bragging but finding Blu's the real reward.
Jewel sighed, her wings feeling tired already. She's going to force herself then rest on one of those cars and copy Nigel's car movement; How come she can't doo that now? She could always get on a boat and rest, but in the middle of the sea she won't find any boats she could hop on. Thus the flying had to be enforced. She heard a cackle before a voice was heard in her ear.
"Hello pretty bird~!" Jewel looked around her, frantic to find Nigel.
"What the?" '
"Remember when my Talon was on your neck? I planted a blue-tooth in your ear; thus we can call each other whenever you feel lonely." Nigel laughed. Knowing that Jewel flinched at the very mention of Blue and Lonely.
"You're such a bad guy..."
"Misunderstood," He corrected, "Regretting, self-loathing. Yeah that's the life a bad guy wants to live." Nigel cackled.
"You... regret what you did?" Jewel asked,
"Yep. Everything I've done; I remember." Nigel said, almost poetically. "Nothing birds can't feel the humanity of anything else."
"We're not humans..." Jewelk pointed out.
"We still feel don't we? Do a bird not feel as hollow as it's bones when it slaughters in cold blood? Get the nickname cannibal when I haven't ate anyone?" Nigel asked, "Does it not feel unjust that I do not feel sorry for almost killing your mate? What's left of him."
"What do you mean?"
"If I know my pretty birds, a innocent domesticated bird like him will either snap or be complacently decimated." Nigel explained, "In pieces he should lay. Or in pieces his mind shall shatter, never to see the face of peace again?"
Jewel shook her head,
"Blu's stronger than that."
"How do you know that? Every time he's been in a pinch with me or anything else, he's always gotten his tail kicked? The same way you've been captured? It's literally no different than the latter." Nigel coughed, "It's no different than what the other domestic birds go through."
"And what's that?"
"Fear." Nigel answered darkly. "Loneliness and fear of being alone. If I know my diabolical thinking, they usually bottle it up. Only to find a breaking point and snap; into something feral. Soemthing that isn't whom it was years ago."
"How would you know this?"
"It's happened to me..."