Metal Meltdown

Author's note,

I'm finally done the chapter! (I really need to get better at writing faster... :S) anyway, special thanks to: waterlillyx, tytoon, jerryassmonkey, Phoenix Reece, SANDMAN78308, xXMethereaperXx, Neon's Wrath, DeepDarkDebt09 for reviewing! Also, A HUGE THANKS to Meoth's Toon Dragon for letting me use an idea of his with Rhyme and Mime! It's what really got the chapter started for me, and I would probably still be debating on how to start it if it weren't for you! So, with out further adieu, METAL MELTDOWN!!!!

Outside the crazed fox's house

Lightning watched the bright search lights carefully, memorizing the pattern as they scanned across the ground for any slight moment, ready to alert the two heavy gattling guns attached to the sides of the house. The siberian tiger watched closely for the right moment to approach the death trap. One of the lights passed directly in front of him, missing him by inches, and he gave a slight smile as he snuck closely behind it, watching for the other light from the corner of his eye. Across the field were scattered the bodies of demon and Tree Friend alike, their bodies ripped to shreds from the heavy caliber of the twin guns. Lightning followed the light, getting closer to the large house by the second. He began to lower his guard, when the other light suddenly changed directions and shone directly on his tail. The searchlight, upon hitting the tiger's tail, turned a deep red as the guns readied themselves and the barrels began to spin. Lightning's eyes widened as he stared into the bright red light awestruck. He looked back to the others, their faces full of worry as they watched helplessly from the treeline. He then glanced to the building, he was close, maybe only twenty steps. He looked up to the two guns, their barrels spinning wildly as they prepared to end his life with their spray of metal death. He clenched his teeth together as he focused on the wall of the house.

"This is it," he thought to himself, "I can't let them down." His eyes widened as he broke into a sprint to the wall of the house, the guns began to open fire on him, missing him by inches. The others watched with horror and amazement as he ran to the wall, a look of determination on his face as he stared at the empty space of wall, ignoring everything else happening around him. He had almost made it to the wall, when several bursts of blood shot through his body. The others watched, unable to comprehend the event, as his body fell to the ground, rolling just out of the guns range. His body was spralled lifelessly across the ground as the others watched horrified. Then his fingers began to twich, and he pulled himself onto his feet, angrily looing at the guns mounted on the sides of the building. He pulled out his knife, paying no attention to the blood pouring out of his wounds as he began to climb up the side of the building. He reached the first gun, it's barrel was facing the ground as it waited for it's next victim. Lightning's eyes were filled with an intense rage as he jammed his knife into the gun and began to twist and pull on the entire gun it's self, until he finally ripped it off the small metal arm connecting it to the building. Tyler watched happily as he pulled out his knife and ran towards the building.

"Finally! I call killing the crazy guy!" he shout as ran straight through the beam of one of the spotlights. "Argh, that's bright!" he said as he looked right into the lens and began rubbing his eyes. Lightning looked over to the other gun, it's barrel beginning to rise as it locked onto the blinded orange cat. It's barrel began to rotate as it got ready to fire. Lightning looked around but saw nothing to help him get over to it before it would kill Tyler, then he remembered the gun he had just ripped off. Lightning grabbed the mangled gun and carefully aimed it at the rotating weapon on the other side of the wall. He shouted in pain as he threw the heavy weapon at the other gun, now firing at the confused cat. Tyler's vision had finally cleared as he looked around for something to fight. He yelled loudly as he felt a hot sting in his arm. He painfully lifted his arm as he saw a burning hole in the arm of his blue denemn jacket, followed by a large red stain, growing larger by the second. he looked over to the others, now leaving the safety of the treeline and heading towards the building. "Um... Medic?" he shouted to them as he held up his arm, blood dripping from wound onto the forest floor.

Mime began to walk through the field, looking around at the corpses worriedly, thankful the darkness of night hid their gruesome bodies. As he walked, he tripped over something moist and soft. He brushed himself off as he looked down at the object, not realising until too late what it was. Laying at his feet, was the mutilated body of an orange Tree Friend, it's body mangled into an unidentifiable mess, but it's face held a look of sheer pain and terror as it stared back at him. Mime let out a silent scream as he ran back to the treeline and felt his stomach begin to throb as he threw up on the base of a nearby tree. He felt horrible as the image of the Tree Friend stayed in his mind, making him imagine the horrible death it must have suffered. Tear's streaked his face as he tried desperately to rid himself of the mental images. He then felt a gentle hand on his back and he slowly turned to see Rhyme smiling at him worriedly.

"It's alright, just let it all out." he calmly told the purple deer. Mime nodded and continued to let the sickness out of himself as his cousin gently rubbed his back, calming him as the last of his vomit fell from his mouth. Rhyme looked at his cousin sadly and pulled out a small handerchief from his pocket to wipe the vomit from his face. After his face had been cleaned, Mime buried his head in his cousin's jacket and began to silently cry from the violent images plauging his thoughts. Rhyme held him cousin close as he heard a twig snap behind them. He turned his head, careful to not alarm Mime, and saw Aace looking down at Mime worriedly.

"What happened?" she asked as she watched the crying deer.

"He saw one of the bodies," Rhyme replied sadly, "He's not used to seeing anything like that."

"And you are?" she asked, looking up at Rhyme, still unsure of his trustworthyness.

"I've done many things i'm not proud of." he told her, looking down to the ground solemnly, "But everything I've done, was to keep him safe." he looked up at her and she could see a deep pain in his eyes as he spoke. He looked down at his sobbing cousin and sighed, "We were orphans, Mime and I. Our Families were destroyed while we were young. We both fled to the country, where we were picked up by a travelling circus. Everything seemed great for the first few years, but then after a while I started to realise how a child's mind is easily fooled. As I began to grow older I realised that we were more treated like slaves than I had thought. As a child I never noticed how many restrictions there were, I never realised that most of the time he would beat us not just for doing something bad, but for his own sick pleasures." Rhyme's eyes stared off into space as he remembered those years, then his eyes grew angry as new memories began to surface, and he shook his head wildly to clear his mind. "Mime never noticed. He stayed happily oblivious to the mistreatment... Until I did what had to be done." he looked down at the ground solemnly as he remembered Mime's worried face after seeing the bloodshed his cousin had caused. "I've seen things, and done things I hope he never will... And I swore to myself all those years ago, that I'd let nothing bad happen to him under my watch, or die trying." He stood up and looked over to the others, tending to Lightning and Tyler's wounds. "Many of them don't trust me after what I almost did to Tyler." The green deer said solemnly as Mime began to calm down from his frightening experience. "I couldn't stop myself, I could just picture those damn circusmen..." he balled his hands into a fist as he drove the painful memories away. "I wouldn't blame you if I thought was crazy..." he said as he looked up to Aace, she was listening to his story intently and felt sorry for the deer. "But please, I promise I'll never let happen again, just don't tell the others." The white porcupine thought for a hard moment, If she were to agree, what if it DID happen again and something horrible happened to her or the others? But then again, he seemed so sincere and she tell from how he cared for Mime that he couldn't be all bad... As she weighed the options in her head, a loud screaming roar could be heard from where the others were tending to the wounded. She looked back at Rhyme patiently awaiting her answer and smiled.

"Okay, you have my word." she said to him as she ran over to help the others calm down Lightning. Rhyme smiled as she left and helped Mime to his feet. Mime began to look around the trees fearfully, the night casting stange shadows on the forest floor.

"Don't worry," Rhyme said to him, "As long as I'm here, nothing bad's gonna happen to you." Mime smiled as they both walked to the others, who had finished patching up Tyler and Lightning and were preparing to enter the crazed fox's house. Unbeknownst to them, a pair of crimson red eyes was watching them from behind a small tree. As the two deer left, the creature ventured to the edge of the treeline, staying in the shadows and out of the survivor's views, it watches them for a few seconds and then realises the defenses on the house are gone. The survivors hear a faint rustle of branches as the creature sneaks back into the dark forest.

Deep in the New Happy Tree Town

The screams of pain the new batches of creatures gave off through the tortures still rung through the large building, as the Metal plated Demon watched the constant massacres and blood, a jagged smile spread across his face. As he watched, he noticed a peculiar creature crawl out of the pit. It had no claws, or teeth and it had no barbaric agression as the others did. It backed away slowly from the others as they all surrounded it, preparing to kill off this weaker creature before they killed each other. Just as one of the creatures began to lunge for it, screamed as it felt a burning pain in it's back. It turned to see a long metal blade sunk deep into it's flesh and a tall being with blood red eyes and steel plates hammered onto it's red flesh staring back at it.

"This one's mine..." his smooth yet harsh voice said to the creature as it quickly pulled the blade down the creature's stomach, spilling it's blood across the ground as the other creatures watched fearfully. Two Tree Friends mindlessly grabbed the peculiar creature and brought it safely out of the caged enclosure, leaving the others alone with the wicked Demon. Blood dripped from his blade as he stood before them, watching the unpredictable creatures closely for any signs of aggression. The sound from the dripping blood cut through the still air as neither the creatures nor the Demon moved a muscle. Finally the Demon brought the blade to it's face and let a single drop of blood fall into it's mouth, passing it's rows of sharp and jagged teeth. The creatures watched anxiously as the Demon's smile spread widely across it's mouth once again, form a deranged smirk as it raised the blade and turned to the nearest creature. "More..." he muttered to himself, the smoothness of it's voice had vanished and left it's voice harsh and full of bloodlust. The creature closest to him became overcome with fear as it began to back away, only to cause the bloodthirsty Demon to rush towards it, stabbing it through the chest and throwing the lifeless, bloody corpse to the ground as it looked for it's next target. The creatures broke into a sprint as they tried to get away from the Demon, only to be met by large metal walls, trapping them and sealing their fate. The Demon laughed maniacly as he neared the trembling creatures, bloodsoaked blade in hand and fresh blood dripping from his mouth. Before any of them had time to react, the Demon was among them, ripping and tearing them apart with his bare hands as he basked in the blood erupting from their bodies. After he had finished, the ground was littered with the unrecognisable bodies of the fallen creatures, and the Demon was soaked from head to toe in their blood. He left the mangled bodies and found where the Tree Friends had taken the odd-looking creature. It's arms were tied behind it's back as it stared horrifyingly at the blood-stained Demon. Two Tree Friends, their eyes devoid of any emotion and thoughts, stood beside the Demon, waiting. "Now..." he said to them, his voice had changed back to it's usual smoothness and one of the Tree Friends held the creature down as the other stuck a needle into it's arm, causing it to become limp and lifeless. They then turned to a small table, on the table were various medical instruments and pieces of metal formed into odd shapes. The Demon looked down at the table, and smiled as a memory appeared in his head.

Prepare the patients scalp,
To peel away.
Metal caps his ears,
He'll hear not what we say.
Solid steel visor,
Riveted cross his eyes.
Iron staples close his jaws,
So no one hears his cries.

The demon then looked down to his arms and body, and at the metal plates hammered deep into his flesh. He felt joyed to know someone else would feel his eternal pain, and after the procedure was finished, he would be the ultimate killing machine. He glanced over to the creature and saw most of the skin on it's head had been melted off, revealing the creature's skull. The two Tree Friends now placed a large metal piece over the creature's skull, blocking out what would have been it's eyes. The Demon then smiled wickedly as the sound of the nails getting shot deep into it's skull rung through the small room.

At the helicopter crash sight

"So why are we here again?" Crack asked as he regained his breath after the group chased Chunky to the smoking remains of the helicopter brought down before their eyes. Chunky ignored the rabbit as he jumped into the pile of scrap parts looking for something. The others watched from outside the wreakage as Chunky threw pieces of the aircraft out in frustration as he dug through the debris. Finally the digging stopped and they waited anxiously to see what the ordeal had been about. As they watched, the koala's hand appeared from the debris, pulling Chunky to the sight of the others as he happily held a rifle in his hands.

"See?! What did I tell ya?!" he happily chirped, accidentally pointing the barrel at the others, causing them to dive for cover. The black cat walked over to the koala and carefully took the gun, as the others slowly stood back up, some glaring at the koala. "Oh yeah... friendly fire..." he said as he nervously laughed before sneaking back over to Petunia's side. Nutty was beginning to become overwhelmed with his cravings for candy and dove head-first into the wreckage, hoping to find at least one piece of candy. The others shook their heads, annoyed at the squirrel's stupidity, until they heard his trademark laugh come from the wrekage. They all turned to see the squirrel stand triumphantly holding a small orange box.

"Hehehe I found the lunch box!" he happily shouted as he attempted to open it to no avail. "Come on! OPEN UP!! GIVE ME MY CANDY!!" he screamed as he tried to open the box. Finally Chunky ran to his friend's side.

"Wait, that's no lunch box, that's the Black Box." he told his overreactive friend. Nutty looked at him, and then the box and laughed.

"It's orange not black! Jeez, go a day without food and you start to lose it huh?" the squirrel teased as he grabbed a nearby rock and was about to try to smash the box open.

"Wait! Just let me see it!" Chunky pleaded as Nutty held the rock his above his head, ready to bring it down on the box.

"Fine!" he replied, sounding quite annoyed with the koala, "But if there's ANY candy in there and you eat it..." Nutty trailed off angrily as he held his fist in the air.

"Yeah, ok. Whatever..." Chunky replied before looking over the box carefully. As he examined the box he found a small button under a piece of protective glass. The koala broke open the glass and pushed the button and the sound of a radio came from the box.

"This is Delta 2, I'm ready to commence rescue operations on the area surrounding Happy Tree Town."

"Good job, you want a fucking cookie?"

"Good one, but yeah, I actually wouldn't one about now..."

"Just get to work..."

(a loud crash is heard)

"Holy Shit! I just lost both my wingmen! And... What the Hell am I looking at?!"

"If it doesn't look nice, kill it."

"Oh yea, really fucking clever! (the helicopters weapons are heard being fired faintly) Aaaand, it's dead. (sigh) man, that was scary..."

"Fag..."

"Is there anyone else I could talk to? Like someone who isn't a complete asshole?"

"Nope... Everyone else has better things to do."

"Gotta love the fucking army..."

"Just keep your mouth shut and look for survivors."

"Oh, got some! looks like they're in trouble, EAT LEAD YOU BASTARDS!"

(the helicopter's weapons fire as the pilot shouts into th mic)

"Stop screaming into the fucking mic!"

"Sorry, I got a little excited... Well, I'm picking up the survivor's now..."

"Hold on, new orders. Get your ass back here, something big's going on."

"Okay, i'll just pick these guys up and then I'll be right there."

"No, All Choppers Return To Hangar, that's the exact order, now get back here!"

"Oh come on, I'm just gonna save these guys, be a hero, and then I'll be there. And besides, what's the worst that cou- (Large crashing noise, followed by screams) Dammit! I'm gonna die, I'M GONNA DI-" (The recording abruptantly stops)

The Survivors stood motionless for several seconds, aborbing exactly what the message meant, until Nutty grabbed the box and began once more hammering it into the ground in search of candy.

"Well..." Neon awkwardly said, breaking the uncomfortable silence, "Looks like we're screwed then..." she solemnly walking over to Francis' side as the others began to realise she may be right, even the military couldn't stop these... things, how could they be expected to? Francis' eyes lit up as he remembered something from the recording that may give the others hope. At least, temporarily.

Well there it is! hope you all liked it! And Merry Christmas to all who celebrate it! Happy Hanukkah to those who celebrate it! Happy Kwanzaa to those who celebrate it! and to any other celebrations I missed, have a good one!

Song(s) (or ideas from songs) used: Skull beneath the Skin by Megadeth (an ok song, But i got an idea for later which Is why I used it)

Once again, HUGE THANKS to Meowth's Toon Dragon for the idea!!

Chunky (c) Phoenix Reece

Francis, Neon (c) Neon's Wrath

Crack (c) SANDMAN78308

Ruffy, Clumy (c) DeepDarkDebt09

Aace, Lightning (c) Broken Hearted Bible

Tyler (c) Tytoon

Rhyme (c) Meowth's Toon Dragon

Benny, Hollow (c) HollowxxxFrom Happy Tree

Meth (c) xXMethereaperXx

Frost, Luna (c) jerryassmonkey

Misty, Lucky (c) waterlilyx

Arrow (c) arrow363

Light Shadow, Dark Shadow (c) Bloodshed Gal

If your OC hasn't had their name used yet, i swear i haven't forgotten about it!!