DM149: OXOXOX

Sly: Who was that for?

DM149: Anyone who wants it I guess.

Sly: Uhuh… well, OXOXOX

DM149: Who was THAT for?

Sly: Carmelita

DM149: That's understandable.

Paris rooftops, 11:08 pm. Oct. 23, 2009

Sly swiftly ran across the rooftops in a free-run fashion, leaping over or dodging every obstacle in his path. While the Cooper gang of Bentley, Murray, the Guru, The Panda King as well as Carmelita were keeping up as best they could.

"He's too fast for us!" Bentley shouted into his com-link. "Penelope, do you think you could slow him down a bit?"

"Roger. I'm heading in" Penelope answered through the com. She was already lowering her grappling hook towards Sly and aiming for his head. Unfortunately, Sly moved at the last second and the hook attached to his right hand.

"Damn!"Penelope muttered as she tried to pull her copter away for another try. However, when she pulled away, she pulled away so fast that the hook pulled Sly's hand from his arm. Sly let out a yelp of pain and stumbled forward into the ground. Everyone else either gasped or had some other surprised look on their face as they came to a halt one building from Sly.

Sly slowly stood gripping the bloody stump on his right arm. He then lifted it into the air for everyone to see.

"Now, Penelope." Sly said looking at his missing hand. "That wasn't very nice." He then controlled the black substance that created a new hand for him, gray fur and all. You could hear Penelope faint.

Murray then took the first move from the group. "Sorry about this pal, I really wish I didn't have to do this but…" Murray said sorrowfully before pounding his chest and letting out a guttlar roar and charging at Sly with his head down.

But, when Murray reached him, Sly just held out a hand and Murray ran into it, stopped dead in his tracks. Sly gave Murray a short push and Murray stumbled to his feet, dumbstruck at what just happened. Sly cracked his knuckles and motioned at Murray in a 'come on' fashion. Murray took the opportunity and punched his best friend square in the left part of the jaw, which caused Sly to spin around and stumble back a little.

When he turned around, his jaw was visibly out of place on the left half. Bentley actually turned even greener. Sly then literally cracked his jaw back into place with his hand and rolled it around a little.

Murray was actually had his mouth agape at the raccoon in front of him, which was probably a bad idea. Sly had to pull them back quite a bit but he landed several punches and kicks to Murray's person who kept pushing him closer and closer to the edge.

When Murray was on the edge Sly grabbed him by his collar and lifted him off of the ground and held him above the alleyway below.

"I'd never thought I'd see the day when I found someone stronger than you Murray." Sly said to his friend. "Who knew it would be me huh?" Sly finished before dropping Murray into the alleyway and allowing Murray to land inside a dumpster that promptly slammed close when he finally landed in it.

Sly took a short breather but soon heard something behind him. He spun around to find himself looking into the eyes of the Panda King himself.

"Well, here we are again Cooper. Once again two rivals." The Panda King announced

"Yeah. Sorry it couldn't work out but I guess I don't work well with people who have tried to kill me."

"I offered you peace Cooper. I offered you mercy. But now, you can finally feel my perfected wrath!" The Panda King yelled before firing off two fireworks at Sly. Sly didn't even flinch as the fireworks flew towards him, but when they were two feet from him he did a backwards lean and the projectiles flew harmlessly over him.

But when the fireworks passed over, Sly quickly grabbed them and flung them back at the Panda King. The fireworks exploded right in front of the Panda King, blinding him with the smoke they gave off. Just as the smoke was clearing, Sly positioned himself in front of the King and pushed his palm out swiftly, knocking the Panda King off of his feet and to the ground; unconscious.

Again, with never a moments rest, Sly was jumped by the guru whom landed on his back. The guru began rubbing his hands on Sly's head and whispered guru talk into his ears that translated out into: relax, I am in control. Sly was feeling drowsy but was strong-minded enough to withstand full take over. He then replied in guru talk with 'sorry old friend'.

Sly then focused himself and flashed the guru every haunting memory of prison, the experiments everyone who died by his hands, and even an image from the evidence he had found.

The guru let out a cry of fear and leaped off of Sly's head and began to tremble on the ground. Sly then looked at the elderly koala on the ground; still shaking with fear and mouthed I'm sorry to him.

Sly's sensitive hearing then picked up something flying through the air towards him, something small and sleek. Something dart-like. Sleeping dart-like.

He immediately spun around to have a sleeping dart courtesy of Bentley's wheelchair (tricked out edition) implanted in his neck.

The lime green sleep causing substance drained into his blood stream but was immediately overcome by the black substance (now dubbed Solonam) making it completely useless.

Sly pulled the dart from his neck and donned his camouflage ability, making him practically invisible. Bentley was already surprised at Sly for withstanding his sleeping dart and was now looking around frantically for his friend.

"Sorry, bout this pal." Was all he heard before a sharp pain was felt in his neck and he soon drifted into unconsciousness. Sly let down his camouflage and pulled the dart from his friend's neck. He then heard the cocking of a gun, a gun he knew all too well for him to mistake it.

Carmelita was barley a few yards behind him and trying to get a perfect bead on his head. About two seconds before she fired, Sly slipped another dart out from Bentley's wheelchair and flung it around at Carmelita.

Carmelita stumbled back as the dart hit her in her chest just above her right breast. She felt herself getting drowsier by the second and couldn't even hold onto her shock pistol. She immediately lost full feeling in her lower half and started falling back before two arms wrapped around her and lowered her softly to the ground.

Sly was just gazing down at her, stroking her left cheek softly with his hand. She then asked the question that had been bothering her ever since this thing started.

"Why did it have to be this way?" she asked sleepily

Sly remained silent for a little bit before answering.

"Once you have looked into the face of fear and pain… you can never look back."

He said his last words and muttered "I'm sorry" to her before closing her eyes to which she faded into blackness.

DM149: HUH? What didja think? Good? Bad? Epic?

Sly: ha ha. I owned them all.

DM149: Well because I made it so.

Sly: oh go fuck yourself.