So! The "epic fight scene" is here! ^.^
Please, if you haven't read the warnings before, read them now. Especially the part mentioning language.
And! I've added in lyrics from a song (in bold letters) that I thought really fit this chapter.
Song: Scream - Get Scared
I strongly suggest listening to the song before or during the time you read this. It really sets the mood for everything that's happening!
Anyway, enough of my fail of an author's note. ^.^;
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Yeah!
Flippy arched an eyebrow, a menacingly charming expression flashing across his features, to match the chilling smile he threw the surprisingly silent Flaky. He wasn't one to show surprise, but he admittedly felt a bit thrown off; why wasn't she crying? Begging for her life like she usually did? Or trying to run away? Instead, the girl was holding her ground- something tremendously out of character.
At the edge of us,
I'm holding on,
I've lost your trust,
But I'm still trying.
She shocked Flippy even more by smirking, letting out a hearty laugh dripping with disdain. The smile he wore was quickly wiped off of his face, his lips pressing into a firm line as he assessed the situation he currently found himself in. There was something wrong, extremely wrong. Flaky placed her hands on her hips, her voice ringing out confidently, not once being marred by her usual stammering.
"I'm not the Flaky you're looking for, honey." she said, enunciation on every word precise and direct, her tone not hitching up an octave at all; instead it was a monotone of accuracy.
Flippy blinked in surprise, almost responding, but he stopped right in his tracks. This was impossible. Flaky was never confident in any way- ever. There had to be some sort of explanation for it. His mind drifted to alcohol, but he waved off the suspicion of her being drunk. The intoxicated could never articulate so correctly... even the sober had a problem with it.
"You're an amazing actress, Flakes. Still, acting won't get you out of this." he replied.
"Acting? Who's acting?" she said innocently, approaching him.
I've changed in many ways,
I can't explain,
I've lost my touch,
And I'm not lying.
Flippy involuntarily took a step back, his eyes narrowing. How the hell did she affect him like that? It was only Flaky. The same, paranoid coward that everyone loved to hate for some reason. It was a bit unfair how they all acted towards her. Even he almost felt bad for the girl.
Almost.
Flaky giggled as he backpedaled down the path, and she stalked toward him with an exaggeratedly slow pace, her grin darkening as she got closer. The poor boy was confused, had no idea how to react to the way she was acting. And she loved it. However, the paranoid coward that everyone loved to hate for some reason took the place of her conscience, and grew increasingly anxious.
Screaming on the inside,
Yeah, on the inside,
I've come undone.
"W-why in the world did I-I say y-yes?" she sighed, unwittingly seeing things through the eyes of the Flaky currently in control of her body.
And I'm waiting for a time like,
Yeah, for a time like this,
To prove you wrong...
They finally reached the end of the pathway, revealing an abandoned and dilapidated farmhouse. The paint was no longer in existence, and many of the shingles were now scattered on the patches of dead grass for the front yard. All of the windows were shattered at some point, and the boards that used to block them up were rotted away. Flippy had never seen the place before, and that made him a little uneasy. He was always used to knowing the area like the back of his hand. Apparently he didn't.
"Where the hell are we?" he snapped
"The place of your death."
To prove you wrong.
Immediately she sprang forward, striking him on the bridge of his nose before he could respond. Flippy recoiled, cursing loudly as he brought a hand up to his nostrils, before looking at his blood covered palm. Clenching his fists, he braced his feet apart, snarling. She had dealt the first hit- and actually landed it. That never happened to him before.
"You'll have to do better than that, Flakes."
Flaky only grinned in response, easily hoisting up a board that was lying at her feet. The jagged and splintered wood didn't bother him- but the rusted nails jutting out of the edges did. She brought the board up, and Flippy timed the speed at which she swung, jumping back from the timber and grabbing the end as it passed, using her momentum to throw her into a dead tree.
Flaky huffed as she collided with the bark, feeling a dull pain shoot up her back. She managed to ignore it, stretching until she heard her spine crack, wincing slightly. Flippy smirked, curling his index finger twice in a "come hither" motion. Flaky arched an eyebrow, suddenly darting forward, pushing him against the side of the house. The remaining glass in the windows quivered with the impact, some even breaking away fully.
You've got a grip on me,
I cannot take it by mistake,
And you're the coward.
Again, that laugh of hers sounded, and Flippy growled as it rang in his ears over and over, on an endless loop. He couldn't get the way she sounded out of his head. He couldn't get her out of his head; her movements were sinuous, exact, and even... seductive. The manner in which she spoke was most definitely coy and flirtatious. It was like she was a completely different person.
Quickly grabbing a shard of glass from the windowpane, Flippy snapped it off, holding it against her neck. Flaky gripped his hand, and instead of trying to pull it away, she pressed the glass further up her neck, crimson beginning to trickle down her throat. It would have been so easy, so simple to end it right there, but Flippy withdrew his hand in complete astonishment. That was the effect the girl was aiming for, and she smirked, pressing a finger to the cut and licking the blood off.
"Why the hell are you doing this?" he demanded harshly.
"Why? Because you deserve it. For every time you've hurt me, fucked with my emotions," she gripped a hand around his throat, slamming him back into the door. The rusted hinges broke, sending them into the ramshackle interior of the house, and she hissed. "I should kill you a thousand times for all the shit you put me through."
My tongues become a gun.
You've tortured me,
I'm out of luck,
And you're the trigger.
"A thousand times? You'd never be able to kill me once." he spat, glowering up at her.
"W-what...? N-no! D-don't kill him!" Flaky gasped, her efforts to gain control in vain.
Screaming on the inside,
Yeah, on the inside,
I've come undone.
Flaky's answer was interrupted when Flippy swept his leg to the side, tripping her to the wooden floor. She landed on her side, gritting her teeth as he took one knee, beginning to get back to his feet. The girl's struggle to stand again was also cut short when Flippy landed a heavy kick to her ribs, causing her to shout in pain as she collapsed back to the ground. He snickered, pulling the pistol he kept handy from the holster on his belt. Flippy wondered why he never used a gun he always had on his person, but decided he could question his less violent side about the issue later. He had more important matters, like putting a bullet in Flaky's head.
"I bet you wish you had one of these," he taunted, loading the gun.
She growled, wordlessly grabbing for the firearm. Flippy instinctively pulled the trigger as she rammed the gun to the side, the bullet striking a (conveniently placed) propane tank on an overturned grill in the corner of the room. He flinched, pausing as the tank didn't explode as he expected it would, the hiss of the gas escaping its containment becoming an annoying background noise. Rolling his eyes, he turned back to the girl, only to freeze in place.
And I'm waiting for a time like,
Yeah, for a time like this,
To prove you wrong...
The silver glint of a lighter flashed in front of his face as Flaky smiled darkly, flipping the top open. She quickly turned the wheel on the side, a flame flickering to life, the orange glow dancing in her eyes.
"I bet you wish you had one of these." she retorted.
To prove you wrong.
She casually tossed the lighter over to the propane tank, and it instantaneously exploded; the walls and perimeter of the room being quickly engulfed in a wild inferno. Flippy looked at her in disbelief as she giggled, obtaining a rusted poker from the crumbling brick fireplace in the corner, and held it in a nearby flame; watching it sear a bright red hot. He quickly grabbed for a dented golf club, the driver was a suitable enough weapon; everything else was covered in flames.
Then they both fell into a silence, staring each other down as the fire blazed around them. Both were waiting for the other to attack first, constantly shifting positions as they circled the room, bouncing back between defensive and offensive. Flippy was disheveled; covered in bleeding cuts and bruises from head to toe, his clothes covered in dust. Flaky sneered, licking the blood from her badly split lip as she brushed some rubble from her tattered shirt. His neon green eyes bore into her dangerously crimson ones, on the far end away from the timid chocolate orbs he was used to.
What goes on behind those eyes of yours?
I'll never know, but I've been told...
The fire was constantly disturbed by parts of the deteriorated ceiling plummeting into it, causing a crackling and hissing, embers popping into the air before quickly burning out. As the flames grew bigger, the two were forced to walk in tighter loops, becoming closer by the moment while the house started to fall apart around them.
When this all comes crashing down on us,
I'll be here to sort us out.
To sort us out, out...
"Just end it r-right here! I d-didn't want to g-go through with this!" Flaky pleaded to no avail, being completely ignored by her counterpart.
And I'm screaming on the inside,
Yeah, on the inside,
I've come undone.
The girl's mouth hitched up in a grin as she began to stalk towards Flippy, holding the poker at the ready. He twirled the golf club, watching Flaky carefully while the space between them started to deplete considerably.
And I'm waiting for a time like,
Yeah, for a time like this,
To prove you wrong.
To prove you wrong.
"Flaky, please! D-don't hurt him anymore!" her begging became more desperate, her voice raising an octave.
Screaming on the inside,
Yeah, on the inside,
I've come undone.
The sound of metal clashing sounded throughout Happy Tree as the two collided in a flurry of attacks and blocks, counterattacks and reversals, not to mention an exchange of colorful language.
"You're a stupid bitch! Why try to fight me?" Flippy growled through clenched teeth, sending the club towards her head. Flaky raised her arm, locking the metal rod of the golfing instrument with the poker.
"Because fuck you, that's why!" she quipped, uncaring if she came up with a witty comeback now. A droplet of rain landed on the hot end of the poker, causing it to hiss loudly in response. Most of the ceiling had collapsed, and she could now see the cloudy sky up above.
"Oh, what an insult. That'll stay with me forever." Flippy said, his voice dripping with sarcasm. Flaky narrowed her eyes, jerking the poker forward, the red hot end coming into contact with his arm. He screamed, flinching back to grab his burnt skin, dropping the club.
And I'm waiting for a time like,
Yeah, for a time like this,
To prove you wrong.
"No, but that will." she murmured, before driving the poker into his chest. Blood splattered across the ground, a striking contrast to the light grey wood of the floor. Flippy's eyes widened as he staggered back, clutching the handle of the poker, all color draining from his face. Flaky smirked, reaching up and caressing his cheek.
"Wow. It looks like I win."
To prove you wrong.
Flippy coughed, blood running freely from his mouth as he glared at her, his eyes flashing as lightning struck somewhere close by. She arched an eyebrow, tutting at him mockingly.
"Tsk, tsk. You know nobody likes a sore loser."
He attempted to respond, only for his voice to crack, sending him into another fit of coughs. Flaky giggled as she watched him suffer, twisting a lock of his hair around her finger, keeping her eyes on his. Flippy's stance began to waver, signaling that he was about to expire.
"I h-hate you." he croaked weakly.
To prove you wrong.
She smirked, lightly brushing her lips against his before he sank to his knees, slumping over on the floor. Her sensitive ears heard his pulse slow, before stopping altogether. He was dead.
At least for the rest of the day, anyway.
"I hate you too."
Feeling at ease, the girl walked from the burning house, the flames and smoke rising higher as she made her way back to the front yard. Sirens of fire trucks wailed in the distance, and she crossed her arms, perching daintily on a large rock, waiting for the crowd of people to arrive. Every time there was even a hint at a deadly situation, the townspeople wanted to be near the general area. It was like everyone in Happy Tree was attracted to death in some way.
"Y-you're a m-m-monster..." Flaky whispered, her voice quivering.
"Oh? I already knew that, dear." she responded, grinning mischievously. "Why don't I show them what a monster Flaky Porcupine can be?"
A small group arrived at the end of the path, curious looks on all of their expressions. Cuddles and Giggles huddled close together, because their umbrella mysteriously disappeared, while the twins Lifty and Shifty fought over an umbrella they stole. Petunia held an umbrella close, chatting with everyone. They all did not notice the blood stained girl sitting a few feet away from them.
"N-no! Don't"-
To prove you wrong...
Flaky stood up from the rock, cracking her knuckles as she approached the group. Petunia paused, arching an eyebrow at her.
"Oh look, its Baby Flakes..." she trailed off, finally noticing her appearance. The others quieted down, confusion growing plain on their faces, as well as something else.
Fear.
"F-Flaky...?" Cuddles whispered.
The girl laughed darkly, flashing them a terrifying smile that could bring heartbeats to a screeching halt.
"I believe you have me mistaken for somebody else."
Bam. Badass Flaky is badass.
XD I suck at fight scenes.