Chapter 28. Just a question for an April Fool's one shot I'm planning in honor of our two favorite Sub Zero Hero pranksters(you know who I'm talking about), what do you suppose could be used as a whoopie cushion in the Ice Age?
"The silent treatment again?" asked Sam. He went down to Flora late at night when the rest of the pack was sleeping to bring her dinner. He was once again trying to make amends with her. "Flora you can't not talk to me forever."
Watch me. Flora mused to herself.
"Come on Flora. Please talk to me. Growling at me yesterday doesn't count. I understand that you're depressed and afraid, but you're not the only one. I'm going through the same thing that you are. I mean I'm not imprisoned in that cave but I-"
Flora did not want to hear any more lies from that two-faced idiot. To show him that she was not interested in what Sam was telling her, she hummed a cute little tune that she made up out of the blue, raising up the speed and sound as Sam kept speaking to her.
Sam sighed impatiently."Fine. If you're not gonna talk to me the least you can do is eat what I give you. And I mean really eat. I know you buried the fish I gave you this morning."
No reply.
"Come on. I know you like gazelle." Sam gently urged Flora. Her only response was shooting him a glare.
Still no reply.
"Flora, please say something." Sam asked again.
Flora saw that giving Sam the silent treatment is no use and she finally spoke up.
"What's there to say? I'm barricaded in a cave and knowing that the one saber who I thought was my friend who I thought really understood me and liked me for who I am completely and totally back stabbed me?"
"Flora, if you could listen to me-"
"All those things you told me were all lies." Flora continued. "And the whole 'one and only Flora' thing really topped all of them. You don't really think of me that way. I'm just as much of a freak to you as I am to all the other sabers."
"That one wasn't a lie. Flora, you really are unique. You're special and-"
"You don't have to pretend that you really do think of me that way anymore, it's just the two of us now."
"I'm not pretending. I really-"
Flora was growing tired of hearing all the you-know-what that Sam was telling her. "Just go away Sam. If that's even your real name."
Sam turned to walk away, but he remembered the gazelle that he left Flora.
Are you deaf? I said leave me alone. Grumbled Flora in her head.
"Not before you eat some gazelle." Sam gently declared.
"I don't need to." opposed Flora.
"Yes you do. Look at you. Two days without food and you're already not looking too good."
"You're not my Mom."
"Just eat the gazelle."
"I don't need to." Flora was proven wrong when her stomach started rumbling like crazy.
"Fine I'll take." Flora finally grumbled, taking hasty bites out of the gazelle. She was just thankful that she didn't get sick from eating again.
"How is it?" asked Sam noticing how quickly she ate it.
"Not bad." replied Flora licking her mouth. "But that doesn't mean I'm not mad at you anymore."
"I know. And I don't blame you."
"I feel like I'm reliving a moment from my family's past."
"How?"
"Well when my Dad and uncles met my Mom they-Wait a minute. Why I am I telling you this? I hate you at the moment! Get out of here!"
When Sam was about to leave, he stopped again.
"Now what?" sighed Flora getting impatient.
"You sure you don't want to talk?" Sam arched his eyebrows curiously. "Because even if you're mad at me, you really shouldn't just bottle it up in you. You can-"
"GET OUTTA HERE!" Sam's friendliness was really starting to get on her nerves.
Sam flinched at the shrieking tone Flora used and ran off.
Flora huffed at the fact that Sam was treating her so kindly.
Why can't he just be like a normal prison guard and not care about me in anyway?
…
Sam was obviously not expecting Flora to yell at him like that. Well he was because of her anger, but not in such a deafening tone.
However, if Sam would look on the bright side, Flora did talk to him. Even though she practically attacked him verbally, she did talk to him. And finally eat something. And she did briefly continue their conversation by changing the subject.
I guess I can kind of call it progress. If it's not that, then I don't know what it is.
So Flora is getting a little bit better now. Even though she's still mad at Sam, at least she ate. When will she realize that he really does like her and when her anger for him melt?
