Sorry this took so long. I had been slaking off with not only my story but my work at home and as a result my parents restricted me from using my computer and took away my writing notes for the story. It's a short chapter, this is all I could crank out without my notes. So no flames please. I wanted to put in a character death in the most creative way I could. TELL ME HOW I DID!
A armadillo's last moments…
Tucker didn't know what happened to the others, he just knew what happened to him.
He couldn't move and every time he tried he was struck by pain so fierce that he nearly blacked out.
He knew that the injuries were bad.
Hell, he could feel his ribs moving around with each painful breath he took.
His nose itched, distracting him from the pain for a moment.
He wanted to scratch it but both his arms were broken and pulled out of the sockets, to keep him from protecting himself.
One of them even stepped on his hand, crushing his fingers
One eye was swollen shut, the other covered in blood from a still bleeding cut on his forehead, giving him a red colored tint to his blurry vision.
His legs were not responding to his commands, probably from the hit to his back with the bat they had been using.
This was the price for failing.
He felt tired and knew if he couldn't get help it was going to be over for him.
But his voice refused to make a sound.
He took a breath in to call for help, but all that came out were some light groans and gurgles that a rabbit wouldn't even hear.
He was so afraid.
It was so cold.
So dark…
He didn't want to die, not like this, not in this godforsaken town.
But then he felt peace, a calming sensation that he had never felt before.
He felt like he was a child again, full of happiness and wonder.
He didn't see where it came from but there was a bed in front of him.
It looked like his old race car bed from his child hood but it was different, it had a warm white-yellow glow around it.
He wanted to get up, just to stand up and touch it… if only he could move.
A warm feeling washed over him again, like he just stepped out of a freezer and into the summer sun.
Suddenly all of his pain evaporated.
His injuries were gone.
Even his blurry vision was gone.
He stood up, amazed at his recovery.
He slowly walked to the bed and stared at it, trying to make sense of what was going on.
But he was too tired to even try to think.
He pulled the covers back and slid onto the mattress.
As he pulled the sheets over him he glanced over to where he had been sitting, and he saw someone he didn't recognize.
A boy about the same age as him, except he was badly beaten up like he had been, even had the same armadillo shell color.
It took a few seconds for him to realize that the boy was him.
But he wasn't afraid, he was just happy to be free of the pain and burdens of life.
He knew he was dead, that fact he didn't even try to deny, but as he turned over one thought crossed his mind, he hoped that no one else was hurt because of what was happening in this town.
He prayed for justice and that this town's actions were exposed as he buried his head into the soft pillow.
He was tired… So… so very tired… He just… wanted… to sleep… just… fall asleep…