The snapping of the whip sent shivers down Flippy's spine. He knew exactly what if felt like and tensed at the mere memory. His body burrowed into Evil's chest to let his lover know that he was there, he was with him.
Evil grunted in response, not trusting himself to open his mouth without letting a scream. Shifty only laughed heartily, enjoying the scene of the psycho who caused him and his little brother so many painful memories. All the times he was subjected to slow, agonising ends. He hated the fact that he could never get revenge. Never could cause the one who caused him and his brother so much torture.
Shifty's pace increased, the whip swinging in rage. It cut through the air with whistle like sounds covering part of Evil's now louder grunts and yelps.
All the times Shifty made a plan they were ruined. Sometimes by that Super-FREAK but mostly by this green freak because he was just there! EVERY PLAN was put to waste. ALL of Shifty's hard work meant NOTHING! NOTHING!
He thought that he could have a happy life. Stealing, laughing with his brother and making sure Lifty was ok.
Lifty
He couldn't understand why he decided to help the bears, why he would choose them over him, his own brother.
Shifty daydreamed about when he and Lifty were younger and they first started robbing. It was just a candy-store, nothing big but they grew so close...
He pushed Lifty on that playground swing for hours... just wanting his brother to be happy...
Shifty's pace was in sync with the swing in his mind; every time he pushed Lifty he struck Evil.
Pushing harder, faster, listening to his twin's laughs and excited squeals until...
Evil screamed.
Flippy held him closer, begging Evil let him help, to let him take some of the pain. But of course, the yellow eyed bear refused.
Shifty, for a moment, was shocked at what he had done before masking his emotions and turning away. Walking out of the room, knowing that he would never return, he got what he wanted, Evil finally feeling the pain he caused Shifty and Lifty for all those years. As he strolled through the halls, spilt with soldier blood he wondered; at what cost?
...
He was at the end of his rope. Splendont was winning easily, even with his arm.
Splendid was sure his eye was gone. His Red counter path made sure to rip it out with a stick. He cringed at the memory, feeling the rough, dryness surround his eye and its sickening crush as if it were nothing but a lemon for a drink.
His tail was tied in a knot. Funnily enough, on cartoons it didn't seem a big deal but it was the most excruciating injury he's ever gotten. He could still feel tears wash down his face, cleaning the blood, sweat and dirt that stained him.
Gazing up into the stars, he wished he could fly towards them and forget about this whole mess, to be the twinkling lights that were so beautiful, that people wished to reach, to be.
Splendid stared into them, seeing all those he was going to leave behind-
Giggles
Cuddles
Flaky
Sniffles
Flippy
Evil
Lifty
Toothy
Lumpy
Nutty
Petunia
Rob
Brian
Webby
Madam Fox
So many people he was leaving behind... but what real use was he?
A bright stream suddenly flashed across the star filled sky, the blue squirrel blinked, finding the shooting star to be unique, attracting those who hope and believe. It was rare to see one; it mostly came only when times were hard in Splendid's opinion. He wished he was that rare star. With that special gift none of the other stars had.
And then he blinked.
He didn't need to wish. He had a gift. All he needed was to go where he was needed... or in this case stay.
Pulling himself to his feet, he turned to the now designated 'Battlefield' for him and Splendont, who was currently staring at him with the same pair of emotionless eyes.
"Come and get it you Fat Oaf" was the last thing Splendid said before the area was light up in a glow of red and blue.
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