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Chapter 15

Feral ran to Lious' temporary-carcass and hurled it over his shoulder. Lious has passed for the time being, Furrball had taken his first life and now both him and Nicus had a total of eight lives left. Feral was the only one left with all nine intact. He started to head out but was stopped. Furrball jumped on the big cat's back and started to hit, scratch, claw and bite all over him but Feral wouldn't flinch. The big cat could feel it but whatever Furrball did to him didn't affect him at all.

"Nothing's working!" the painted cat thought, "he has to have a weakness, what is weakness?!

After a few more attempts, Feral had enough. He gently put Lious's body down and turned to face Furrball. The black-clad cat stared back at him wide-eyed on account that he was so tall that it didn't surprise him that Feral grabbed him by the neck and brought him to meet his blank gaze. He immediately started to choke the smaller cat, Furrball's eyes started to widen as he gasped for air. His paws wrapped over Feral's bigger paws but it was no use, the grip was too tight and his struggles just made it harder. Feeling the air escaping him and the decrease in energy, Furrball gasped his last breath until he let go, his body loosened as it swung lifelessly.

Feral actually smirked, the sight of the lifeless Furrball in his grip brought a sick feeling of enjoyment. He dropped the cat and went back for Lious. He once again hurled his leader over his shoulder but turned around for one last glance of his prey. He did it, he put an end to all of their troubles with only one paw, if only Lious was revived in time to see it happen. Feral headed to the front but saw that there were still some Toons still outside trying to leave and another group of them in a huddle while screaming was heard. He would've sped away since they didn't seem to care for his presence but before he could take the first step, he heard sirens.

That was it, he had no choice but to go through the other way, the back. As he hurried his leg hit something which caused him to trip. Feral dropped Lious' body and turned around only to see Furrball pounce on him and start to claw his face. The big cat merely threw him to the side and quickly got himself up as well as the carcass and proceeded to leave. He wasn't going to let anything prevent his escape.

Furrball hopped to the bar counter and grabbed the first bottle his paws could grab, "hey, Feral!" he shouted. Once the cat turned around, he was met with the champagne bottle to the face. Liquid trickling down but that didn't even stop him, he stepped forward to finish the job but abruptly stopped. Furrball started to hear the sirens outside getting louder which meant they were getting near. Feral growled in frustration, he pointed an unsheathed claw at the painted cat and signaled that it wasn't over between them. He ran out with Lious and as soon as he did, Furrball attempted to chase after him but the doors were kicked open by cops positioning themselves.

"Everything's all clear," said one of the officers, "we're not seeing anyone in here, they must've escaped by now.

...

Outside, Babs continued to scream, heave and heavily breathe as her contraptions drew closer in between. Buster stayed by her side as she squeezed his hand much to his painful dismay. Out of respect for her, he kept his pain in silence but he groaned loud enough for Plucky to rethink about his own possible fatherhood.

"Remind me to never have kid'sh," he told Shirley.

"Like, don't worry about it," she reassured him, "I'm already taking care of a child as is," she gave him a stern look but the green mallard remained oblivious. Fortunately the paramedics arrived in time thanks to Hamton's call and rushed to the pregnant Babs to help her out. Buster, Bugs and Lola hopped in the vehicle as they helped the paramedics help Babs up in there as well. Within the minute, they drove off to the hospital.

"Call back my parents, Buster!" she screamed in between, "tell them to get to the hospital NOW!"

As a few officers left the bar, Fifi ran up to one of them, "iz' everyone in zhere' okay?" she asked.

"Define 'everyone,' ma'am," he replied, "there's no one in there, it's clear that they've escaped, these Alley Cats are starting to become a real problem now."

The officer looked back at her, "what makes you think there was someone else in there? Do you know any of the Alley Cats personally?"

Fifi rethought that statement and realized that she could potentially be exposing Furrball's revival, "non, just zhe' rest of us, didn't want no one to be left behind."

Calamity looked on as he and Camilla stood outside their car, "let's get outta' here, Cal," his wife protested. Calamity just glared at her and stepped to go back inside the club to check for himself. The crow flew directly at him and soared to the left, passing them both. The coyote couple watched as the crow flew right beside their car and perch itself on the ground. Calamity and Camilla glanced at each other in confusion and back to the car, through the windows stood a white face with black scars staring back at them.

"Furrball!" Calamity said in his head, Camilla was about to yelp in horror but the coyote quickly cupped his paw over her mouth while gesturing her to stay quiet and moved towards the car. He looked around and noticed the cops were talking to others as witnesses to what just occurred and others as well as the guests themselves until they started to leave. They casually walked it to their car and Calamity trusted Camilla to not say a word until the time was right. They kept up the casual act until they were inside the car. The cat was outside Calamity's seat and poked his head up to meet him.

"I'm going to see the Bunnies," Furrball told him, "I owe them an apology for what happened tonight."

Calamity nodded, "be careful," he told him, he turned to Camilla "oh, this is Furrball, an old friend from Acme Loo."

Camilla gave the painted cat a scared and confused smile and waved at him, "it's a pleasure," she said, "are you…really dead?"

Furrball smiled at them and then he disappeared.

…

A little while later, the cops were done questioning everyone and they were allowed to leave the premises. Shirley was amazed to find out that her vision was indeed wrong but worried her that maybe her powers were starting to die out since she missed the actual truth about Furrball. She felt responsible for the whole thing, her powers were the reason for the downfall of Fifi's love life since Furrball's disappearance was a big factor in it. The loss of a close friend and potential lover was too much to take and the outcome proved even greater to overcome. She and Plucky went to the hospital to check on the Bunnies, the whole drive there not one of them said a word.

Hamton and Fifi drove home instead of going to the hospital like most of the others. For the first half of the way neither of them said anything but until they were getting close to home, Hamton spoke up.

"So that was…Furrball over there, right?" he asked her, she just slowly and silently nodded, not even looking at him.

"So where's he been this whole time?"

"Dead," she answered in a monotone voice.

"Look Fifi, I know you guys have a history, not a really good one but that seems a little harsh."

"Non, 'Amton, 'e's really been dead all zhis' time."

This scared the pig, how could a cat come back from the dead? More importantly, how could a Toon like himself actually die in the first place?

"Are you sure he's been…dead all this time?"

"Oui, je knows it."

"How? If this was the only time we've all seen him."

He got her right there but Fifi wasn't paying attention, she was still trying to grasp the idea that she was alone in the car with Hamton.

"Is that what you wanted to talk to me about?" he asked her.

"Non, it vasn't about zhat,'" she replied.

"So you were going to keep this from me then?"

"Non, it vasn't even about zhat'!"

Hamton looked over to Fifi, "so Furrball just comes back from the dead and you won't even tell your own boyfriend?!"

"Je couldn't anyone!"

"I saw you tell Babs and Shirley after we ran out, Calamity seems to know since he was telling Buster and Plucky, why was I the last to know?!"

Fifi didn't answer, instead she noticed that neither of them were paying attention to the road that they were heading right into a pole!

"'Amton, look out!"

The pig saw just in time and swerved around to avoid the pole and was back on the road again. To catch their breath, he pushed on the brakes and stopped. Fifi had enough, she opened the door and left Hamton in their car.

"Fifi!" he called out, "where are you going?!"

"I need to be alone, je's going for a v'walk!"

"To where? Are you going to go see him now?"

"Who?"

"Furrball!"

Fifi turned back around to face him, he was still by the car and she was a few feet away from him, "vhat' does Furrball 'ave to do vith' vous being so upset?"

"Well why else are you ditching me?"

The skunkette started to look down, "iz'…'ard to explain…"

"Is it? Or is it because of something else?"

"Pardon," she apologized in a defeated tone, "je 'as to go.

"Wait!" Hamton ran up to her and touched her left arm, "we've been very distant for a little while now, just talk to me."

"'Amton, please just let it go, it's not important anymore."

"Not until I get an answer from you!"

"Uughh, vous iz' 'urting me!"

"Answer the question, have you been seeing Furrball behind my back?!"

He started squeezing her arm, it pained Fifi even more that she now had another reason to fear the pig.

"Non!" she yelled, hoping he'd believe her but she could still feel his grip on her tightening up.

"Don't lie to me, Fifi!" Hamton started to break down a little himself, the thought of his girlfriend with someone else really upset him, "please tell me you're not seeing that street-dwelling alley cat, he can't take care of you or love you like I can, he'll just leave you again!"

Fifi snapped out of her pain, after hearing those hurtful words, she struggled with herself to stand up a little and slapped the pig across the face.

"Don't talk about 'im like zhat'!" she yelled, his grip loosened up on impact, "Furrball was moi's amie before vous had zhe' bacon to ask me to prom!"

Hamton realized what happened and looked back at his girlfriend, "Fifi…"

"Zhis' izn't' like vous, 'Amton, zhat's vhy' je couldn't tell you about 'im."

"I…I don't understand…" he tried to reach out to her but she backed away again.

"Don't…touch me," she said, sternly, "I'm…afraid of vous, 'Amton, je doesn't feel safe with'z you."

"What?! How could you say that?! I love you, I would never hurt you-" he immediately shut his mouth when he remembered why she slapped him in the first place.

"Why are you afraid of me?" he asked worriedly, "Is it because I grabbed you? I'm sorry, I didn't mean to, I'm sorry!-"

"It iz' because of zhat' night v'we 'ad sex!" she spat, "je saw Furrball zhat' day, oui, 'e visited us but vous vasn't 'ome yet because you vere' vith'z May, veren't you?!"

"I uh, well yes but, it's not what you think!"

"I don't know vhat' to zhink' anymore, 'Amton, vous keeps seeing May for vhatever' rea'zon an' you never planned on telling moi!"

"Well after our night I figured I didn't have to, we've already slept with each other!"

"Non, vous slept vith'z moi, vwe' did NOT make love, not 'ow vous came into zhe' room like zhat!'"

"It's because I saw May that night, we argued again and I needed to do something to get my mind off of her."

"Vhy' vould' she be in your mind to begin vith'z?"

"Because…!" Hamton stopped talking, he knew he was going too far now that everything was all out in the open, all but one last detail…

"Iz' vous still talking to May because of…Plucky?" she asked.

Hamton couldn't say anything else; that gave the skunkette the answer.

"So zhat's vhy' vous didn't talk to 'er at Babs' baby shower, vous is still mad at 'er for kissing 'im all zhose' years ago, no?"

The pig picked up his head and gazed back at her, "Fifi, I love you now, she doesn't matter."

"Zhen' vhy' does it upset you so much?"

Again, he couldn't find an answer to that so Fifi spoke up again, "vous raped me, 'Amton."

"What?" the pig had never heard such a phrase aimed at him so coldly, "no, no I didn't."

"Oui, vous did."

"No Fifi, I swear to you I didn't, we made love, like we always planned!"

"Vous came into zhe' door…barely said a v'word', took moi to zhe' bed, undressed me and had your vay' vith'z me."

"No, no it's not true!"

"I told you no; je begged for vous to stop, v'we planned to make love on our v'wedding night, to v'wait' but vous couldn't 'old your patience."

"Fifi, please stop talking like that, I'm not a rapist, that's not who I am, please you have to believe me!" Hamton started tearing up, looking back on it he started to see that he wasn't thinking that night at all, he was all force with no remorse. He had the images of Plucky all over May stuck in his head and all he could do was come up with something to get back at them. His friends were right, sex can change anyone.

"An' you know vhat's makes it even vorse?" Fifi concluded, "Furrball saw zhe' whole zhing!"

Hamton held his stomach, he felt so sick that he turned around and almost threw up. Embarrassed, heartbroken and taken down, the pig started sobbing. Fifi wiped away a few tears, it took so much out of her to say it but it had to be done, now she was ready to say something else.

"Je knows vous izn't a rapist," she comforted him from a safe distance, "vous iz' juzt' veak', vous can't 'andle pressure v'when zhe' time calls for it."

Now they were both crying, heartbroken over how the other was feeling. Hamton struggled to get up, "I…I don't know what to do," he shakily said, "I wish there was a way we could fix this."

"Zhere' iz'," Fifi replied, she waited until their eyes met, "tell me zhe' truth, 'Amton…does vous…still 'ave feelings…for May?"

Hamton just looked at her, "do you still have feelings for Furrball?"

She didn't give him an answer either, they were too hurt to go on any further.

"Zhis iz' zhe' problem," the skunkette finally said, "us, ve' are zhe' problem."

"How? Is this because we're both different species?"

"Non!"

"I thought you didn't care what others thought of us!"

"Je doesn't care, but sometimes even zhe' different species cannot find zhe' common ground to be toge'zher for too long."

Hamton slowly shook his head, "look, whatever there is to fix this problem with us I'll do it, whatever it takes."

"Oui, vous iz' right, zhere' iz' only v'one zhing' to do about us."

"Anything, just name and I'll do it."

Fifi was still a little teary-eyed but spoke out, "v'we…take a break," it was hard to say but she said it regardless, now she awaited Hamton's response.

"I don't…want to do this," he slumped his head down, his ears started to droop a little, "we don't need to break up."

"V'we're not breaking up, v'we're jus' taking a little break to figure out v'where v'we stand."

Hamton slowly shook his head again and was about to protest to the whole idea until Fifi continued, "v'we need to figure out vhat' v'we feel…about Furrball…an' May, v'we cannot continue our relationship if zhere' iz' al'vays someone else in zhe' picture"

"But May isn't in the picture anymore!"

"'Amton, if May v'wasn't zhen' vhy' vould' vous see 'er for years wi'zhout telling me?"

"But I don't care for her anymore!"

"If v'we never 'ad sex zhat' night zhen' vhat' zhen?! Huh?!"

They sighed, "zhis' iz' going to be us, 'Amton," Fifi told him, "v'we vill' be fighting all zhe' time, arguing every'vhere' v'we go."

She stepped up to him, closer range than she wanted to, "vous already took moi's virginity, vous vas' about to put your 'ands on me, ve' are close to living a domestic life, does vous really want zhat'?"

Hamton shook his head again, he said he wanted to fix things so this is what had to be done.

"When will we get back together?" he asked.

"I don't know," she replied, "it takes time for zhis' to process, not overnight."

"Fifi I swear, I'll do whatever it takes to get us back together."

"I believe you, but zhings' change an' v'we need time apart to zort' it out."

She started to walk away, "au revoir, 'Amton, an' good night."

"Where're you going?" he asked her, stepping forward.

"Je's going to see Furrball, I suggest vous to go see May if vous really wants to fix zhis'."

"No, you're not going anywhere, it's late and I won't let you walk the streets by yourself."

"I'm still a skunk, 'Amton, je can still take care of moi's self."

There was no convincing her, she walked away with the intent on seeing her old friend and talk to him some more for it may be her only chance to see him again without any Alley Cat drama. Knowing Furrball, he had to have escaped the shooting, at least she hoped he did.

Hamton got back inside the car and slammed the door shut. His mirror showed him that Fifi was still walking away and he was just letting her go just like that.

"I know she's a skunk," he told himself, "but I don't see her that way, I've never even smelled her stench since we've been together."

…

Furrball arrived at the hospital on foot paw through the buildings and shadows. All he had to do was catch up to the ambulance and follow Babs' screaming and Buster's cries of pain. His crow landed on his shoulders and looked at him.

"We need to find the room or wherever they will be in afterwards," Furrball said, "Buster will be in the ER with Babs giving birth so my apology can wait until after the kid is out."

The cat looked at the bird, "got any suggestions to which one they would go to?"

Eric cawed in response and flew off towards the hospital building with Furrball in pursuit.

"Now all I need is a way inside."

To be continued…

A/N: I think I've made Hamton the MOST COMPLEX character here, don't you all think? With him and Fifi now pretty much splitting, what does it mean for everyone else? As well as THEM? Time will only tell. Thanks for reading everyone, please review for I'll return next week with yet another update. I've been updating my profile a little more if anyone wants to check it out. Be sure to stay tuned, for the story is only going to get better, I promise. There is just so much plot that I can't fit it all in such a short time. Because you guys rock, I've decided to tell you this, in next week's chapter, be sure to check out the beginning, you won't believe what will happen…and in the first scenes too. Someone…is going to GET IT! I'll see you all next week!