User:Aaronmanual99

MY STORY
"'>Chapter 1: The Beginning" Coco rose from her bed, awoken by the sound of knocking on her door.

"GOD DAMN IT, I'M COMING ALREADY" She grabbed a knife off the table and went to open the door. Coco opened it enough to see but not to be seen. "Yes? Can I

'help' you?" she asked quietly. A human was standing at the door, wearing a suit and

carrying a briefcase. He squirmed and said "Um yeah, me and my brother just moved in

down the road to set up shop and I was wondering, Would you like to purchase a lucky

rabbits foot or other lucky item and or accessory?" Coco sat in amazement before swinging the door open, grabbing the guy,

and holding the knife to his throat. "Do you think that's funny,HUH?

Seriously,do you

think selling me parts of my species body is funny?"

She yelled and slid the knife along his throat. '' DO YOU tHinK animal areJUST,PLAYTHINGS.

WELL,MISTER big man.

IF YOU THINK THAT'S SO GODDAMN FUNNY THEn,how come Nobody else FINDs THAT FUNNY,Anwser ME.

YOU THINK I'm a dimwit,DON'T YOU,WELL Guess what,I'm,NOT,A,DIMWIT.

I'M AA GOD DAMN RABBIT,A goddamn RABBIT,You heard me,dammit.

,LET 'S SEE HOW YOU LIKE THIS''she pick up a "Sorry, no, I didn' t mean anything like that" He could barely finish the

sentence before Coco threw him inside and in the basement. The pitch darkness engulfed the basement as the unaware poor little human sat

cowering, tied to the chair. The creaky door opened and Coco walked down the stairs. "Hehehehahahahahahahahahahaha poor defensless

human,but this is the price to pay for trying to do what you did." The human

squirmed and a small arms pistol fell out of his pocket. "What's this? An assassination

attempt? I'LL GET You,And you never get out ALIVE U.S. GOVERNMENT hahaha!" She laughed as she lunged at the human and grabbed his throat shoving the knife in his chest.nooooo he screamed and with that,he collasped"hahaAHAHAHAHAHA" She jumped back

and began running out of the room laughing like the Dranged Monster she was now looking dotty to see if she can help her

[9 years later]

There was nothing he could do but stare. danuel's been fighting this battle for what seemed like an eternity, but now it's been won, and you're not the winner. You let out a sigh of defeat, not even bothering to struggle with the chains around your arms and legs. A chilling silence fills the air, echoing against the walls and making the fur on your legs stand straight up."Well, well, well. What do we have here? It appears that your "hero" has gotten themselves into quite a mess, hmm?"You don't speak. You wouldn't dare give her the satisfaction."Aww, not talking, I see. That's no fun. I would think a little loudmouth like you would have much more to say.""C'mon, danny boy...Talk to me, honey. I haven't seen you in sooo long...";">"Shut up, Dotty," you growl, a hint of humiliation lingering under your voice.>"dan,please don't be like that. I thought we were friends." She gives you a condescending look, and you give her angry scowl.>"Don't you dare Call me that," you reply with a hiss.She walks slowly across the room to your cage. Ugh, she's wearing those Horrible shoes again...That so does NOT match her skin tone...>She gazes at you with a demented grin and those Distorted, oddly hypnotic eyes."I tried to warn you. I told you that this was going to happen. But you didn't listen to me. You thought you could stop me. But you couldn't, and look where it's gotten you. If only you'd realized how worthless you really are.>"But it's too late now. Everyone you love is going to die and there's nothing, NOTHING you can do about it. So you might as well ACCEPT IT, YOU WORTHLESS PIECE OF JUNK!;">Her pupils flash and swirl inside her eyes as she speaks, and she lets out a bloodcurdling shriek."YOU DISGUSTING LITTLE TROLL! YOU THOUGHT YOU COULD JUST GO AND TRY TO PREVENT FROM KILLING YOU AND FRIENDS ,YOU RUINED MY PLANS! BUT YOU FAILED! I'M NOT THAT STUPID! THIS ISN'T ONE OF YOUR LITTLE SUPERHERO BOOKS! THIS IS REAL LIFE!"">

danuel pov;Her words get harsher and harsher, piercing into your fur with every little blow. She sinks her nails into your skin until it breaks and you feel the blood gushing out at lightning speed. You let out a yelp as she digs her claws into your other arm."YOU WORTHLESS LITTLE BITCH! YOU'RE NOTHING! YOU'RE NOTHING BUT TRASH! I DON'T CARE LONG IT TAKES,me and coco will hunt you down,even if i takes A HUNDRED YEARS WE'LL FIND YOU,WE'LL MURDER YOU,WE'LL VIOLATE YOU.WE ARE GOING TO MAKE YOU PAY FOR THE THINGS YOU'VE DONE OUR friends and FAMILIES,WE'RE GONNA KILL YOU,WE HATE YOU,YOU ARE A DEAD BASTARD."nomal pov;She AND COCO make a horrid screams that would make someone cringe inside. danuel looked down with a horrified look on his face as the blood rushes down his body and falls to the floor.WHOOPSIE,SAID COCO,DID I HURT YOU,WELL TOO BAD HAHAHA This can't be happening.Danuel Gasped,blood was fall from his stomach REALLY QUICKLYhow can this be This..this can't be...his body went still.'' danuel though he was gonna be sick. he drop to the ground, lying in a puddle of His very own blood. danuel thought he could stop her.But Danuel couldn't.And now look where it's gotten him.

All coco and dotty laugh to the top of thier voices,and they laugh for a EXTREMLY,EXTREMLY LONG TIME.

Chapter 2;I FOUND YOU,AT LAST

daunel and his friend were Running. That's what he was doing. Swiftly through the forest in that unknown land. Zigzagging through the trees, desperately trying to throw off those two Pokémon who were chasing him. But they were smarter than that.Ike, the 16 year-old with the jet-black hair, who is currently sprinting for his life through familiar trees, has come to really despise Pokémon. Especially that of Lucario, Ninetails, Zangoose, and Mightyena.It was dark outside, around 10 or 11PM. Ike's lungs were burning. He had been running for a good twenty minutes, non-stop, in his latest attempt at freedom. The two Pokémon chasing him: a Zangoose and a Mightyena. Both Female and getting seriously irritated with chasing this kid." Why don't they just give up and leave me alone!" Thought Ike as he continued to run. Ike looked behind him to see a quick glimpse of is hunters. Through the darkness, the boy could just barely make out the outline of a Zangoose and Mightyena not too far behind him. Though, he could clearly see their piercing eyes, burning with anger. More than enough motivation to continue running. The wind was on Mightyena's side as she advanced right behind Ike and began biting on the back of his legs in an attempt to slow him down. No such luck as Ike quickly shook the wolf off of him and continued his escape. The Zangoose, who finally had enough with chasing this boy, quickly scooped up some nearby stones and began to take aim. With master precision, she hurled three rocks at Ike, hitting him once in the back and twice in the head. Ike felt a sharp pain overcome him as his head began to spin. Becoming uncoordinated, Ike ran smack-dab into a tree, falling unconscious. The two Pokémon quickly surrounded the fallen human. Making sure that he wasn't going anywhere, they finally let their guard down and began to catch their breath, giving their lungs a refreshing break."Man, he's getting faster every time. It's getting harder and harder trying to catch him." Said the Zangoose still panting for air."I know. Plus, he's getting craftier. I didn't even notice him escape from us. Gotta keep a sharp eye on this one" Chuckled the Mightyena.</P>"Hey, sister. What do ya say we have a little 'fun' with him, eh? I think we've earned it." Said the Zangoose, getting a lustful grin on her face.</P>"No. We need to get back to the group with our other sisters. We wouldn't want to keep her waiting." Said the Mightyena. </P>"Fine, fine." Answered the Zangoose disappointed.</P>The Zangoose grabbed Ike's leg as she began to drag him as she and the Mightyena began to make their way back to their den.</P>It was a good hour later when the two Pokémon and their little captive returned back to the rest of the group. Ike was still unconscious. In a clearing, deep in the forest, was where the rest of the Zangoose and Mightyena's "group" was nested. There, around a warm fire, awaited a Ninetails and a really impatient Lucario. Both female. Ninetails was the first to spot her two sisters and the boy, still being dragged.</P>"Look, sister! There they are! They've come back with our toy!" squealed the Ninetails happily as her tails began to wag.</P>"It's about time, those two slackers." Said the Lucario.</P>"We got him. It took us a while, but we got him. He's getting faster." Said Mightyena.</P>"Or maybe, you're getting slower. Bring him over here." Said the Lucario.</P>"You're welcome." Snorted Zangoose as she laid the boy down in front of Lucario.</P>The Lucario stood above Ike with a face of irritancy. She began to growl silently as she stared daggers at the sleeping boy. "Hey, wake up. Wake up, boy….I SAID WAKE UP NOW!" screamed the blue dog.</P>Lucario kicked Ike sharply in his side, waking the boy up instantly. Ike howled in pain as his eyes shot wide open. Ike looked around in horror as he realized he had been captured yet again.</P>"Yay! He's awake! Now we can play with him again!" barked the Ninetails.</P>"Not yet, sister. First, I'm gonna teach this boy a lesson for running off again." Said Lucario, not taking her eyes off Ike." Ike said nothing, only looking down at his feet.</P>The Mightyena spoke up. "Oh, come on. Don't hit him again. Look, we brought him back here so—"</P><P>"WHO IS IN CHARGE HERE!" snarled the Lucario showing her fangs to Mightyena. Mightyena backed down. "I AM IN CHARGE! I'M THE BOSS! IF I SAY THIS BOY NEEDS TO BE PUNISHED, THEN I'LL BEAT HIM UNTIL I PLEASE!"</P><P>No one said anything. They all knew not to cross Lucario. She was Alpha female. She had made that clear a long time ago. Lucario turned her attention back to Ike who was still looking at the ground .</P><P>"Get up, boy." Said Lucario. Ike moved not an inch.</P><P>"I SAID GET UP!" yelled Lucario as she kicked Ike in his chest. Ike fell backwards, wincing in pain. Lucario grabbed Ike by his dirty shirt and hoisted him to his feet. She began throwing a flurry of punches and kicks on Ike as he just stood there and took his beating. This was nothing new.</P><P>"WE GIVE YOU FOOD AND SHELTER AND YOU SHOW NO GRATITUDE! I WILL NOT BE DISRESPECTED BY SOME LOW HUMAN!" barking Lucario as she hit the boy on every word. Blood began to leak from Ike. He didn't ask for this life. Once he was a normal boy who had friends and went to school and just lived a happy life. But, one day, he got curious and went into the forest and he spotted a Lucario. That was two years ago…</P><P>But presently, Ninetails covered her eyes. She didn't like it when Lucario beat Ike. No one did. Lucario slammed Ike into a tree and got right in his face. They were about the same height, if Ike wasn't a bit taller.</P><P>"Now. You're gonna get on your knees and swallow what I give you." Said Lucario with a sneer on her face. Taking a mouthful of blood, Ike spat in Lucario's face. Everyone present looked on in horror, waiting for the inevitable. "Boy, you just damned yourself right to hell." Said Lucario as she began to wind up for one explosive punch. Zangoose, having enough of this, quickly reacted by grabbing Lucario's arm before she could connect with Ike. Lucario glared at her. Everyone else looked on in shock. Out of Lucario's three other 'sisters', Zangoose was the one who was least afraid of her.</P><P>"Stop this, sister. He's lost too much blood. If you hit him again, he's going to die." Said Zangoose.</P><P>"Let her kill me! I don't want to live if it means being a sex prisoner to all of you foul Pokémon!" said Ike finally. He had had enough of this life. Being a slave to these horny Pokémon for two years was not his plan. </P><P>"YOU ARE MY PROPERTY! I'LL DO WHAT I PLEASE WITH YOU! IF I TELL YOU TO SUCK MY PUSSY, YOU'LL DO SO UNTIL I COME IN YOUR FACE!" yelled Lucario at Ike at the top of her lungs. The alpha female shoved Zangoose off of her and turned back to Ike.</P><P>"NOW GET ON YOUR KNEES!"</P><P>Ike looked over to the Mightyena who had seen all of this take place. She had a look on her face that said "please just do it and get it over with…".</P><P>Even though these four Pokémon raped Ike on a daily bases, out of all of them, Mightyena was at least the nicest rapist. If that was even possible.</P><P>Reluctantly, Ike slowly got on his knees as the Lucario grinned in victory. "That's right. Lick it. Lick it good." Said the Lucario with a hint of cruelty in her voice. Ike slowly began to lick the dog

"That's right. Lick it. Lick it good." Said the Lucario with a hint of cruelty in her voice. Ike slowly began to lick the dog's vagina as she put a paw on his head. Lucario pressed her cunt deeper into Ike's face as the boy got a good whiff of her enticing scent. Small groans began to form from Lucario as she began to pant. Tears began to form in Ike's eyes as he continued to please the alpha female. He hated his life. He hated these Pokémon, especially this Lucario he was going down on. Every day was the same: Ike would wake up and eat the berries that one of the Pokémon would bring him. Then, they would take turns raping him, satisfying their horny, nymphomaniac desires for a little while. Then at night while everyone was sleeping, he would try to escape. He usually had a good 15 minute head start. But they always caught him. Though, he was getting faster and more muscular. That's how it's been every day for two long years… </P><P>Lucario began to moan and shake. She threw her head back as Ike kept lapping his tongue in her furry cunt.</P><P>"OOOOOH! That's it! I'm gonna come!"</P><P>Seconds later, she came. She screamed as her orgasm shook her, her juices spraying all over Ike's face. The juices mixed with his tears. After she recovered a bit, she looked back down at Ike.</P><P>"Now, drink it. Drink my juices and don't you miss a single drop." Demanded Lucario.</P><P>Ike obeyed and began to lick his face clean along with Lucario's dripping cunt. When he was finished, Ninetails advanced onto Ike. She began to push her nose at the boy's penis through his pants. Lucario glared at her.</P><P>"What do you think you're doing?" asked Lucario. Ninetails backed away a bit.</P><P>Ninetails answered nervously "I….I was going to…play with-"</P><P>"And WHO said I was done with him?" retorted Lucario coldly.</P><P>"Well…he just licked you.. and…so I-"</P><P>"I'm done when I SAY I'm done? Did I say 'I'm done'?"</P><P>"No…"</P><P>"THEN GO AWAY UNTIL I SAY SO!"</P><P>Ninetails backed away towards the other three 'sisters'. Lucario turned back towards Ike who looked defeated.</P><P>"Now, take off your pants." Ike said nothing and slowly undid his pants and boxers, revealing Lucario's prize.</P><P>"I don't know why you're always so sad. You get to fuck the Alpha Female every day. You should be proud." Sneered Lucario as she began to fondle Ike's member until it was stiff. Ike tried his hardest not to moan, as it would give Lucario sick pleasure.</P><P>"Oh, yes. It's such an honor to have sex with a dog who couldn't find someone of her OWN species to mate with." Said Ike, enjoying what little mockery he could do.</P><P>"You watch your tongue boy." Growled Lucario as she violently shoved Ike to the ground on his back. Lucario sat atop Ike and positioned her entrance at his member. She then violently slammed down onto his cock and immediately began bounce up and down. The sudden thrusts gave Ike more pain than pleasure, although he wouldn't consider getting raped a pleasure.</P><P>"Grab my hips." Demanded Lucario. Ike obeyed and put his hands on her rocking thighs.</P><P>Ike began moaning and Lucario growled at him. "You better not come early, boy!" threatened Lucario. Not wanting another beating, Ike tried his hardest to stay in control. The other three Pokémon watched in lust as they stared at Ike's penis as it entered and exited Lucario's cunt. Ike cursed himself for ever going into the forest that fateful day, two years ago. That Lucario had been so nice to him when he first met her. But that turned out to be a trap as he was knocked out cold by a sneaky Zangoose from behind….</P><P>Ike was brought back to reality as he heard and felt Lucario come. She screamed out to Arceus as her insides squeezed at Ike, causing his own orgasm as well. Ike tried his very best not to cry out, but alas couldn't. It gave sick pleasure to Lucario to know that Ike enjoyed her. Ike cursed himself for not having self-control. </P><P>"Did you like that?" sneered Lucario.</P><P>"No." said Ike flatly. Lucario got off of Ike with a grin on her face and sat up against a tree next to the dimming fire.</P><P>Lucario signaled that she was satisfied and Ninetails happily advanced towards Ike.</P><P>"Ready for me, Ike?" said Ninetails playfully. From a mix of being exhausted from sex and having just been beaten within an inch of his life, Ike fainted. Ninetails cried in disappointment.</P><P>" Lucario always does this. She beats him, then she fucks him, then he passes out." Thought Zangoose with a look of irritancy. She looked over to see the cruel Lucario fast asleep on the tree. She looked back at Ike who was out cold on the ground. </P><P>"Well, I guess that's that. Can't be helped." Said Mightyena going to sleep, knowing this would happen.</P><P>"At least we know he won't try and escape tonight." Said Zangoose.</P><P>"But…that isn't fair…" said Ninetails sadly. Zangoose walked over and put her arm around her sad sister.</P><P>"Don't worry, sister. Tomorrow is a new day…"</P><p style="text-align:center;">As the Xana's fire slowly went out "Well, aren't you going to punish me?" Ike said mockingly. "No." answered the Pokémon. Ike was surprised at her response. "Why?" asked the boy. "My sisters would have killed you for what you did. They were pretty angry. I didn't want to see you die." "This is the second time you've saved me. Why do you care what happens to me?" "Don't get the wrong idea. You are here to pleasure us. Remember that. I just don't think you have to be beaten every time you disobey." Answered the cat. "Your blue dog of a sister thinks otherwise. I know you don't like her and I know that you would like to be in charge. Why do you let her boss you around?" asked the boy. "….I…don't know…" said Zangoose looking down. "Are you really that afraid of her?" "That's none of your business, boy." Said Zangoose, getting irritated. "I guess it's not." Said the boy. "Now, I said I wasn't going to beat you. But, that still doesn't mean that you're not going to pleasure me. Take off your pants." Demanded Zangoose. Ike smirked and obeyed her orders. "Okay, okay. I'll do what you say. I figure it's the least I could do for you saving me." Said Ike. "That's right. And you better not come early." Said Zangoose with a smile. Ike laughed a bit, catching the joke. Ike lay on his back on the ground and Zangoose mounted him. She stroked his penis until it was nice and stiff and she placed it at the entrance of her cunt. Zangoose then slowly inserted it into her hole until she was sitting at Ike's base. "Ready, Ike?" "No one's ever asked me that before. Usually, they just get on with it." Said Ike. "Yeah, well, I'm being nice. If you want, I could make this painful for you." Said Zangoose. "No, no. Nice is good." Answered Ike. With that, Zangoose slowly began rocking up and down on the boy's cock. She began to growl softly as she continued her pleasure. Ike began thrusting upward into Zangoose to increase her pleasure. Being a sex slave for two years, he's had lots of practice. "OH. Ike, that feels g-good…" said Zangoose weakly. Ike began to moan. For some reason, he didn't try to hide his pleasure like usual. Ike grabbed Zangoose's hips and began to slam her down onto his cock, causing her to yelp in pleasure. Ike's member was getting soaked in Zangoose's cunty juices as they began to leak out of her hole. Suddenly, Ike flipped Zangoose on all fours and began pounding into her tight cunt. Zangoose was fairly surprised at this new position, but wasn't complaining. Ike pumped into the Pokémon's pussy as Zangoose lost control of herself in pleasure. She began screaming in joy as tears began to form in her eyes. Her claws dug into the earth as she was being pounded from behind by her slave boy. "Oh, Arceus! Yes! More, more! Please don't stop! PLEASE!" screamed the cat. 'Please' is a word that someone says to a person who has the higher power in a certain situation. Ike noticed that Zangoose said this and instantly felt like he was in control of something. He hadn't felt this feeling of power in two years and he loved it. He wasn't about to let this authority go away just yet. He suddenly stopped pumping into Zangoose and just say there above her. Zangoose began to whine. She turned her head around to Ike. Her face had a look of disappointment. Ike smirked evilly. "Why'd you stop! It felt good…" whined the Pokémon. "You want more?" asked Ike with a grin. "Yes. Please. Please, I'm almost there." Then, Ike said something that he had never said to any of the sisters before. "Beg for it." Zangoose couldn't resist. She wanted it badly. She knew Ike had the power this time. "PLEASE! PLEASE DON'T STOP, IKE, PLEASE! I NEED THIS! I BEG OF YOU! DON'T BE SO CRUEL!" said Zangoose, practically crying. With that, Ike continued pumping into his Zangoose master. She was once again filled with pleasure as Ike slammed into her most delicate of spots. Ike began to chuckle to himself as he pounded the Pokémon. For the first time in a long time, Ike was in complete control. Even better, he had control of one of the sisters. He could make her do anything. He had won. Ike began playing word games with the poor cat. As he continued pleasuring her, he spoke. "Call yourself a slut." "I'M A DIRTY SLUT!" "Call that Lucario sister of yours a dirty whore." "MY SISTER IS A DIRTY WHORE!" "Who is the master?" "YOU ARE!" " Who!" "YOOOUUUU!" "Now, little kitty, say 'Meow'." "M-MEEOOW!" Ike then flipped Zangoose onto her back and rested upon her belly to continue pleasuring her. He grabbed ahold of her breasts and began pinching her nipples. This was too much for Zangoose. She came. Hard. Zangoose screamed to the heavens as Ike looked at her in victory. Zangoose's inner walls came crashing down on the slave human. They began squeezing his cock tightly, causing Ike to have his own orgasm, spraying his seed deep into the Pokémon. The two sinners recovered from their lovemaking and just laid there for a couple minutes. "That….was….amazing…" said Zangoose finally. " Sure was." Thought Ike to himself triumphantly. After a while, the two got off the ground and Ike began walking back to the rest of the group. "We'd better get back to the others. They'll be waiting to get a piece of me." Said Ike non-chalantly. "Wait! Lucario is expecting you to come back injured from a beating. I'll have to make it so it looks like I mauled you." Zangoose said with a grin. Ike smiled. Zangoose took some dirt in her paw and smeared it all over Ike's face, hair and arms. Then she took her claws and ripped up Ike's shirt and pants. When Ike had his costume on, the two proceeded back to the others. "Hey, Zangoose….Thanks for this." Said Ike as they were walking. "Don't mention it. Thanks for…..you know…" said Zangoose. She had never experienced sex of that caliber with Ike before. "No problem. It's what I'm here for." Joked Ike. "But, I'm serious. You really shouldn't let Lucario boss you around and insult you like she does." Said Ike. "I know…" "I mean, I can't do anything about her. She'd kill me. But you could stand up to her. Assert yourself." Zangoose said nothing. "Just think about it." Said Ike. Soon, the two could spot the group in the distance. Lucario and Ninetails were finishing off breakfast and Mightyena was sleeping. "Okay, I'll have to drag you from here. Just to look like I beat you good." Stated Zangoose. Ike understood and allowed Zangoose to drag him on the ground into camp. The pair neared the group when Ninetails spotted them. She yipped in joy at Ike's return. She ran to greet him. "YAY! Ike's back! Hi, Ike. Ready for me, now?" Ike said nothing. "Don't be disrespectful! Answer her, human!" said Lucario as she approached Ike and Zangoose. Lucario noticed how dirty Ike was and grinned. She bent over him. "Looks like sister Zangoose beat you good. That'll teach you to hold your come in, human." Said Lucario. "Yep. I got the message across nice and clear." Said Zangoose wickedly. Ike snickered a little. Lucario glared at him. "Do you think something is funny, boy?" said Lucario. "I must have hit him a bit too hard, sister." Reassured Zangoose. "Come on, Ike! Let's go play!" yipped Ninetails. "No, sister. Let him rest. Let him recover from his 'little mistake'." Said Zangoose. "But, that's not fair! Everyone's had a turn with Ike but me!" cried the Fox. "Zangoose is right, Ninetails. Let him rest. For now." Said Lucario walking away. Ninetails pouted and slumped away. "That's that. Go get some sleep, human." Said Zangoose winking at Ike. Ike winked back. He moved to a soft spot on the ground and fell fast asleep. <p style="text-align:center;">With a small smile on his face

Many days passed by with Ike having his normal life schedule. He'd wake up and eat his breakfast. Then, it was time for his daily raping by the sisters. Then, he'd pass out form exhaustion. The process repeats the next day. But, a few things were different. Particularly, his relation between him and Zangoose. Sure, she was still his rapist and master, as were the other sisters, but she started spending more time with Ike. Ike and Zangoose began to chit-chat on a daily basis, forming a small, yet awkward relationship. Zangoose began asking permission for Ike to pleasure her, not wanting to be considered a 'rapist' to Ike anymore. Ike never refused, still feeling somewhat obligated to obey her commands at the risk of a beating. The two would eat meals together, or take naps in the sun. Plus, Zangoose could keep Ike out of 'danger' when her other sisters wanted to mate with him. Except for Lucario. Zangoose could not keep Ike away from her, as Lucario was alpha female. Ike understood that and dealt with it like he always did. In general, Zangoose's 'sisters' were the main reason for her and Ike's new friendship. Ike hated Zangoose's sisters, and, after she really thought about it, Zangoose didn't really like her 'sisters' at all. After befriending Ike and not wanting to hurt him anymore, Zangoose despised her sisters for their cruelty towards Ike. None of the other sisters noticed Zangoose's new friendly attitude towards Ike. Until one day….. It was a sunny day in the forest. The whole group was just lazing around in the warm sun. Mightyena and Ninetails were about to fall asleep on the warm forest ground. Lucario was slouching against a tree, eating a few berries. And Ike and Zangoose were lying on the soft grass, day dreaming at the light blue sky above. Suddenly, Zangoose got an all-to-familiar urge that her and other sisters got on a daily basis. Her nether-regions began to stir on the inside, like a bad itch. Zangoose wanted to mate. She turn towards Ike, who was still gazing at the clouds. "Hey, Ike?" "Yeah, Zangoose?" "I've got a little problem. Won't you please help me out?" asked the Pokémon sweetly. "Sure, 'Master'." Said Ike, putting emphases on that last word. Lucario's ears perked at what Zangoose had said. She glared over at Zangoose. "Sister, WHAT did you say to that boy?" asked Lucario, not believing what she'd heard. "What are you talking about?" asked Zangoose. "Did I just hear you say ' PLEASE ' to that human?" Zangoose had forgotten that none of her sisters knew of her and Ike's new friendship. "Well, I just thought that maybe we should take Ike's feelings or consent into consideration before he pleasures us." Said Zangoose a bit nervously. Lucario almost gagged. "To HELL with what that slave thinks! He lives to pleasure us! His 'feelings' mean nothing!" stated Lucario. Zangoose became irritated at what her sister was saying. Ike said nothing. "Look, sister. I've been talking to Ike, and he— "Wait a minute. You've been TALKING to him? Like he's your EQUAL or something!" said Lucario getting to her feet.  "Well, yes. He told me that—" "HE SHOULDN'T BE TELLING YOU ANYTHING ! HE KNOWS HE IS NOT ALLOWED TO SPEAK TO HIS MASTERS! HE IS TO PLEASURE US AND NOTHING ELSE!" said Lucario advancing towards Ike. Ike sat up as Lucario approached him. Mightyena and Ninetails stopped their slumber to see the commotion. Zangoose became worried.  "Sister, what are you about to do?" said Zangoose with concern.  "I'm going to teach this human a lesson. Hopefully, you'll learn one as well, sister." Said Lucario as she neared Ike. Ike braced himself. Lucario pushed Ike to the ground by kicking Ike in his chest. He was flung back so hard, his head slammed into the ground below. Ike grunted a bit from the pain. Zangoose began protesting her sister's harsh behavior.  "Sister, you shouldn't be so rough with him." Said Zangoose trying to build up the nerve to be more assertive.  "Be quiet, Zangoose. Watch me as I demonstrate the PROPER way to handle this human." Said Lucario. Lucario pressed her foot into Ike's chest to keep him on the ground. Ike gritted his teeth in pain. "Take off your pants, boy."  Ike obeyed and Lucario noticed that Ike's penis was not erect.  "Make it hard." Demanded the blue dog. Ike slowly grabbed at his crotch and began fondling himself. A blush spread across his face. He had never tried masturbation and he certainly didn't want his first time doing so in front of others. Ike kept touching himself until he was nice and hard. Lucario quickly mounted him. She turned her head towards Zangoose.  "Watch now, sister. Learn the proper way to receive pleasure. Not just in the physical sense, but from the dominance you will assert over this boy." Said Lucario whilst she went to position the boy's cock at her cunty entrance. Lucario violently jerked Ike's cock to align with her hole. This caused Ike to grunt in pain. Lucario barked at him. "Quiet, human! I don't want to hear not a sound come from you during my time with you." Ordered Lucario. Lucario grabbed Ike's neck and held a firm grip on it, causing Ike to slightly gasp for air. Then, she violently slammed down onto Ike's penis, causing Ike a good deal of pain. Lucario immediately began bounding up and down on Ike, all the while keeping her paw pressed on Ike's neck. Ike was in pain but was not allowed to show it, less he wanted a beating. Lucario began to chuckle as she received more pleasure from her control over Ike as she did from the sex. Zangoose looked on in horror as her friend was being assaulted by the alpha female. With every second that went by of this rape, Zangoose felt more and more sorry for ever keeping Ike prisoner with the sisters for two years. Small tears began to form in her eyes as Ike's humiliation continued.  With her free hand, Lucario took the spike on the back of her paw and slowly jabbed it into the side of Ike's torso. Ike gritted his teeth and shut his eyes, trying his best not to make a sound. Lucario was a sadist in every sense of the word. Ike began to squirm at the pain. Tears began coming out of his eyes. Lucario began panting as she became close to her orgasm. Juices began trickling down Ike's shaft from her pussy. Small growls came from the dog as she neared her climax. Mightyena and Ninetails began to smirk as they watched her sister dominate the boy. "Who is your Master, boy?" asked Lucario. "Y-y-you…" Ike said weakly. " WHO ?" asked Lucario. "Y-you are….Lucario…" said Ike defeated. "Damn right. Don't you forget it." Then, Lucario came. She threw her head back and moaned in pleasure as her juices sprayed from her cunt onto the ground. Her insides squeezed Ike's member. Ike said not a word. The alpha female waited a few seconds to regain herself from her sexual ecstasy. Then, she dismounted from her slave boy, taking her paw off Ike's neck, letting him breath. Seeing as there was nothing more to watch, Mightyena and Ninetails went back to sleep. "And THAT is how you receive pleasure, sister Zangoose. Next time, I expect you to take what is yours from this human." Said Lucario, walking back to her spot under the tree. Soon, Lucario fell asleep, satisfied for the day. Ike lay there on the ground, feeling rather inferior. He made no attempt to move. Zangoose walked over to him and licked his face. She silently whimpered and purred into his neck. "I'm sorry that happened." Said Zangoose. "It's okay. It's not your fault." "How can you say that? None of this would've happened if it wasn't for me." "Aw, Lucario would have gotten me sometime today, anyway. Why not get it over with sooner?" Zangoose gave a small smile to her defeated friend and licked his face some more. Then, with a serious face, she leaned in and whispered into Ike's ear. "I can't take this anymore. I'm not gonna let them have you anymore. We're getting out of here." Said Zangoose with complete seriousness. Ike was surprised at what she had said. "Really? You'll help me escape?" " WE'LL escape. Together." Said Zangoose. "Look, I'm sorry that my sisters and I kept you here all these years for our own selfish desires. That was wrong of us. That was wrong of me. I'm a bad friend. But now, I'll make it up to you. I'm gonna bust you outta here. You can finally go home and see your friends and family. Start your life anew….and maybe…if you want….I can stay…with you…." Said Zangoose, blushing on that last part. Ike petted Zangoose on the head, causing her to purr sweetly. "Sure, you can stay with me, new friend. And I forgive you for the things you've done. That's in the past now." Answered Ike. Zangoose looked over to her three sleeping sisters. She instantly became filled with anger for the horrible things they've done. One of her sisters began to stir in her sleep. "Listen, we can't try and escape right now. One of my sisters might wake up and stop us." Stated Zangoose. "What should we do then?" asked the boy. "…..We'll have to make sure that all three of my sisters are completely tired and drained of their energy." Zangoose formed an idea. She stared at Ike with a blush on her face. Ike looked confused. "What?" " You'll have to tire them out…"  "How do I do that?..." Ike suddenly caught on to Zangoose's idea. "Oh, come on. Really?" "It's the only way. Just have sex with them ONE more time. And this time, do them like you did to me in the forest that day. Just make sure they're REALLY exhausted afterwards. Then, when they're passed out we can escape." Said Zangoose. Ike was speechless for a few seconds. "Come on now. I don't doubt your skills . You've had two years' worth of experience with the ladies. Surely, you can knock out these three." Reassured Zangoose. "….Okay, okay.

I'll do it. But I won't like it." Said Ike.  "Good. Then we'll do this tomorrow." Said Zangoose."Yeah…tomorrow,Ike Responded.

Xelloblair-they're trying to escape

COMBINE SOLDIER-What now,sir

Xelloblair-JOIN FORCES WITH LUCARIO AND HELP HER KILL

THEM BOTH.But little did Xenoblaze know that two figures were listening to them.

IT WAS Dotty and Coco,they were both spying on xenoblaze,they had heard everything danuel was innocent and was trying to help them this whole time

They had to FIND DANUEL,before it was too late.

'' Danuel,oh no.

we must find him ''

Chapter 3-I Forgive You

Dotty And Coco ran into their's house,looking for danuel.

[Meanwhilee in torture chamber]Darkness fills the chamber,

Cold and lonesome she stands,

Dreading the thing that will come and maim her,

His thoughts cease to end

Forgotten shadows linger,

Drowned cries scream in terror,

They don't want it to ring him more crazier,

Forced to follow what it favors

A presence arrives,

Dagger at it's side,

he screeches in agony,

The blade has caused yet another tragedy.

If It wasn't for those bullies,unbelievable puishments that danuel get's for pitty reasons,the lack of love,hope,friendship,believed,being so called unhelpful and non-trustworthy,strengthless,lack of happiness and extreme torture,stressfulllness,the voice of xenoblaze's  in his head and his psychotic fury,this would have never happen,at all.

Puddles of Danuel's blood cover the floor,

His small figure stands alone by the door,

The killer; Mastermind murderer,

Is a student,but not any student,it's was danuel

,that,after all these years,Danuel WAS a killer,the entire time.here's how That happened.

Most of it is unwarranted and unprovoked. Most of it hides behind a cloak of anonymity in the social networking universe which has engulfed our generation. Some humans are hurt repeatedly for years without even being able to recognize their attacker if they passed them on the street. I am not talking about a specific hate crime here. I am talking about a crime we are all both subjected to and part of at the same time. I am talking about human-on-human crime. As a race, we humans have this uncanny ability to be mean. Plain and simple…meanness is our epidemic, and people are suffering every day.

Human-on-human crime has not been swept under the rug. Certain pains have been categorized with others and activist groups have been formed in hopes to bring to light the damage and emotional pain being committed by humans, to humans. The most recent organization to come to my attention is The Kind Campaign, which is an internationally recognized movement, documentary and school program based upon the powerful belief in kindness that brings awareness and healing to the negative and lasting effects of girl-against-girl crime. The Kind Campaign, along with other organizations, have made major strides to shed light on how bad things have truly gotten behind the keys of a message board as well as on the streets and in the classrooms across America.

In my opinion, at the bottom of all of these crimes, regardless of their different wrapping, is this: humans can be superiorly mean. Humans can be downright cruel. For years my mother would try to make me feel better and tell me the girls who tormented me in middle school were “jealous” and “insecure” and that was why they victimized me in the lunch room. I love my mother, but she was wrong. Sometimes this meanness has nothing to do with their insecurities or lives…sometimes, people are just mean. Much like cold-blooded murder, there can very well be cold-blooded meanness. Unprovoked, unwarranted meanness.

Now, when I attended middle and high school, things were different. There was no real anonymity. I knew which girls wanted to see me cry. I sat next to them in class. They would sign their names, first and last, on their mean notes to me in-between periods. These days it’s different. Like most diseases, human-on-human crime over time has become stronger and has mutated into something we know exists, but are still not sure how to fight successfully.

It’s scary nowadays. This world of anonymity has brought with it no sense of accountability for words being said. So, in turn, the words get sharper and more pointed, and they pierce the victim deeper.

There are some people who would rather die at the age of 13 than live their life. How sad is that? They want to die before they even have really begun to live. This is how mean humans have become. Kids with bedtimes and babysitters are having real suicidal thoughts when this is supposed to be the most carefree time of their lives. Instead of their parents seeing them grow up into young adults, some are cutting their children down from the rope they find their child hanging from in their bedroom closet.

Regardless of the target group, human-on-human crime in general needs to stop. It is causing irrevocable destruction to lives and mental well-beings. And for what? What pleasure do we get out of hurting another person? I am no saint. I have been a victim, yes, but I have been on the other side of the hurtful whisper as well – I have hurt people I simply can’t live without — but I have done more good than bad in this life, and I make an honest effort to try to do good every day.

My middle school days are far behind me. I have wonderful friends and a ridiculously close family. However, just recently, I have once again become a target of someone’s unwarranted meanness. Unlike most attacks these days, I know who my attacker is. I once considered him a good friend.Then he and his pet started kidnapping people

,I don't know,why they would such kinds of things.

Xelloblair,why would you do that to me,i thought that we were suppossed to be best bros,way beyond forever A lady killer,

in every sense of the term.

You beat in there heads,

and leave them to burn.

The mistakes they've made,

for having a kind heart.

The regret they save,

Keep that for the best part.

When you where left by a lover,

her beauty like non other.

You wanted noting more,

then to beat her head in.

You only search for the best,

nothing more.. nothing less.

Your heart burns with rage,

that all those girls will live to see another day.

Your good looks and charm,

trick them to believe,

that you can be,

what they've all been striving to see.

I sit in my cage,

Small and meek,

I wait,

I wait for my freedom.

My masters won't allow it,

They keep me on a short leash,

Telling me what to do.

Why can't I just be me,

I just want to be free,

Why must people demand things out of me?

Why do I have to be what people expect me to be,

Can't I just be free,

My cage shrinks the more I think,

I can no longer move,

I can no longer try to run.

One day I will break out of this cage,

When I do...

I'll live somewhere I can be free,

Somewhere no one will ever find me,

I can't escape them,

My masters watch me,

They command me.

One day I'll leave them,

And live somewhere,

With no masters,

No prison,

And no cages.

I just want to be free,

I want to be free from this cage..all Those stupid girls at school,who wanted your love,

they hardly never understood my dark side...

"How could I 've make such a horrible,horrible tragidy happened,just.like.that?"and Why Me??

A tear fell from danuel's eyes as he continued thinking out loud

[flashback],,

Danuel;[I dream of death.

A time when I'm free.

No more pain,

Suffering,

Tears.

What a good thing that will be.

Not having to worry.

Being get free from all this,

This Hate!

This stupid, painful life.

Being able to do what I wanna do,

Dress how I wanna dress.

Date who I wanna date.

The more I dream, The more I want.

Should I do it?

I think I should!

I'm going to do it!

Tonight!

Tonight shall be,

be my last day!

My last day in pain.

Tonight,

Tonight I'll Cut my wrist.

Spilling my blood everywhere.

Leaving me,

Breathless,

Lifeless.

Finally,

Happy,

Finally FREE.]

Danuel eyes started to more and more dull,than usual.

[Danuel's flash back],Darkness. Silence. Peace.

I now realize I am only me

Theres three ingredients,

I am made of.

Thes three ingredients,

Are all i ever was.

Darkness.

Here before the light.

Darkness.

Forever by our side.

Whose main element is night

The night is full of,

Pitched black woods,

Untampered snow.

Does darkness comsume?

I think not,

I find darkness to be,

A true lover

Look to your shadow.

Youll find it there

Not to torment,

As I've implied

Itll simply always be by your side

Something that shall remain

Something that will be there for you

Even after the very end.

Silence.

It begs no violence

Its so fradgile

A snap can break it

Yet some how

It supposedly tears away sanity

If you believe this lie,

You are wrong,

An asylem is where you belong

Go forth and submerge yourself in it

Come out after a day.

It shall not lead you astray

Peace.

Something many wish for,

But few can reach,

Why am I special?

I never tried to reach

Yet I have it here

Alone in the quiet dark...

Alone is all I wish to be.

These three ingredients.

Its all that make me.

''let me tell you about a little girl named,what' s her face,said danuel softly.

[There was once a girl with no name

Quiet, small and dark

They called her What's-Her-Face

She didn't mind, not at all

Her hair was a dark brown

Her head, kept low

No one knew what was the matter

But they knew, not to get involved

What's-Her-Face was alone, lonely and unwanted

She was a freak

A psycho

Nasty rumors, she was haunted

No one believed

A word she said

No one wanted to talk

To this lousy mess

One girl gave in, and began to be kind

But the nasty comments had gotten to her

And in the end

The one girl, had left her side

It had almost been a year

Since What's-Her-Face's arrival

Before she started to hate herself too

Fat, ugly

Who would want to be her partner?

She put on a fake smile, as if it were all okay

You could see it in her eyes

The sorrow

The pain

Desperation over-took her

But she didn't let it win

She began to cut

One long cut, in every arm, with a swing

Her blood red blade

Her needle end knife

Itd only take a flick of the wrist

With that, she could die

But she didn't give up so easily

She still had a chance

A very slight one

She couldn't give up yet

Life got worse

She fell in love, but that wasn't the cure

Her lover passed away

And she never got to say, what her heart was screaming at her face

Poor little What's-Her-Face

And her failure of a family

Didn't care for her

Didn't even notice she was there

They were losing money

It was hopeless, what a fail

It must've been because

Of What's-Her-Face's betrayal

Her father was dead

Her mother was useless

Her brother was irritating

Her sister was too young

Poor little What's-Her-Face, didn't have a choice

She broke into a shop

Took a large amount of money

Before the bell rung

Blue and red lights

Swerving everywhere

"Hands up!" she heard someone yell

Poor little Whats-Her-Face, got hit, and beaten

Blue and purple bruises on her arms

Down to her hips, repeatedly

When Mommy's done with her beating,

she stands aside

Growls at Brother and Sister

And yells over her cries

"You don't know what I've done for you!" she yells

And hits her...

Again

Poor little What's-Her-Face, cried herself to sleep

Alone, locked up in a cage

She was an animal, kept hidden

She only went out for school

She didn't see her family

She was too ashamed, to say anything

It was her fault this was happening

It was her fault her family was worse

It was her fault her father was dead

If only that deer hadn't been on the road

Why couldn't it have killed her instead?

Why this much pain?

What had she ever done

To receive all this hate?

He just wanted to help

He couldn't run over it

Such a human thing to do

But now, he's gone

Poor little What's-Her-Face, brought this poem to tell her story

She stood in front of the class

And read it out, slowly

I hope you understand now

That we all have feelings

Yet I stood here before you

Not frowning, while you bullied me

My life is difficult

And you don't make it any easier

I hope you feel bad now

You see? Are things clearer?

You've teased and punched

And kicked and screamed

But never did I once

Ask for help, or even plead

I've shut my mouth

And let you play

With my emotions, my feelings

But that was a mistake

It's not the first time

But most certainly the last

You most definitely will remember me

I will be a scar

I hope I will not be judged

I hope this will make you think

But most of all

I hope you understand'

Poor little What's-Her-Face, raised her arm

Holding a gun, in her hand

She placed it next to her head

With that, poor little What's-Her-Face smiled.

'My name is Alice

I hope you don't forget

Because my name is not

What's-Her-Face.'

Alice pulled the trigger, the shot, loud and long

The class screamed in terror,

as she fell down with a "Thump!"

Now everyone remembers What's-Her-Face

And everything they had done].

and with that story ended

the class was at what danuel had just read,and he got expelled

for just that.

Now you see,this where Some of danuel's very first sanity chords breaks.

Silence begs no violence,

silence is so fradgile.Very,fradile

Her sweet blue little eyes were looking so very sad

Her little sweet lips as her closed mouth were stitched closed

Now she turned into a dark torment frown.

Why does this little Lady feel so bad?

I’ll never rightly know?

What is causing her to be cover in fresh blood

The young lady she then just smiled?

Toward me, she stands upright, standing alone into the darkness

Of the cold winter night were I came across her

Now standing before my block,

I was just walking toward home from a party

Her smile used to be so grim something is in her right hand

That gave off a quick glimmer,

But now she hangs onto life by a knife saying

In a mumble,

She needs all of my blood plus ten time more tonight.

I said in a plied I do not deserve this pain,

As she took a few swipes toward me

With her long shinny knife to my neck

She just giggled best she could and mumbled

We all have the right to complain

But I need your blood to stay alive

Please she cries through the stitches on her lips,

As she let go a huge fling, with her right arm

Another swing at my neck, she was in need

This time she got me

Let her find a way to suck my blood

I had laughed at her first then, felt bad

Erase our faces of this doubt

She mumbled my Master done this to me

This life is so precious,

Her happiness is infectious

I grabbed her knife and could not refuse her will

Life will be so great, if she did only drink some of my blood

,

What was the harm?

Inevitable an inevitable conclusion we will over come her fearful fate?

To live one more day made her little eyes became so happy,

Her mouth turned in a frown, I cut the stitches away,

Then they turned to a grand smile, and she sucked on my neck.

I asked her what her named was,

Pinkamena,she said seductivly.

[2 weeks later...]

Three months of therapy and pain

is equal to one dark room filled with shame.

It doesn't matter if you're normal or strange

You will never find good equal to change.

People who never find darkness or insanity

are filled with boredom, secrets and vanity

People who do, know how to disagree

They do things the sane wouldn't because they are free

Free from trepidations, panic and demise

To be insane is to have a life full of surprise

Do normal people not judge in things that aren't fair?

It doesn't really matter because the insane don't care

People who never find darkness or insanity

are filled with boredom, secrets and vanity

Three months of therapy and pain

is equal to one dark room filled with shame.

This is my outlook on life

Something I consider every night.

Meanwhile dotty started feeling remorse for the horrifying mistake she had made,

dotty;What

purpose does a word serve,

In

describing the pain I inflict upon you,Or

explaining why the wall supports your weight,Simply

tied to a hook that hangs there,Whisper to

me the way, the method,The manner

in which I pierced your flesh With the

sharpest of my treasures/Therefore,

satisfying the darkest and insane pleasures,Sing for

me in shrieking fits,Screech

shocking tales that excite me,Like that

of the dance your blood showed me,Running

slowly from your body,Recount

the events that led to this,Tell me

again how you felt,When I

pinned you violently to the wall,And

grafted your flesh to a foreign body,What

better end does a word serve,Than to

make plain your agonizing twitches,To teach

the meaning of revenge,And give

you a preview of your flesh's punishment,If you can

teach me, while you still live,I might

end your life much quicker,But the

words in your mouth linger,For I have

stolen your tongue...

Before dotty could think of anything else,she hears danuel's scream.

help me ,Cried Danuel

dotty and coco ran upstairs, horrified to Find Danuel on the wall,they were calm at first,that is,until, a sudden relization hits them.

the clones,they said in unison

danuel spoke,no,he explained,it was the demon virus corrupting you

they were confused at first,but when they remebered that they were infected by THE YANDERE T+V VIRUS

oh my,oh dear,we are so so so very sorry,we did'nt want to hurt you,said coco

OH DEAR GOD,screamed dotty

they kept saying how sorry they were

and told danuel about xenoblaze's tricks.

''We understand that you don' t wanna be our friend anymore

Danuel interrupted.No,He Said,I'm the who should feel sorry.Danuel felt extremly ashamed

of what he did,but both coco and dotty still began to feel really,really dreadful and scarred for what THEY DID.

Chapter 4-IT'S TOO LATE,It was daylight by the time Ike and Zangoose and reached a road. That was their first sign of life. Just a dirt road in the middle of nowhere. But it was something. By now, the two were way past the forest, it was completely out of sight from their vision. Now, their biggest problem wasn't escaping the sisters, it was finding a town and getting some water before the heat of the day killed them…. </P><P>The two friends walked along the side of the dirt road.</P><P>"How long do you think it'll be until we reach town?" asked Ike.</P><P>"About 4 hours, if we don't delay." Answered Zangoose.</P><P>The pair had traveled what would take average people days to cover in about 14 hours. The heat of the sun was unusually intense today. Plus, with the lack of trees, or any other object for that matter, the sun was being magnified onto Ike and Zangoose. The two started breaking out in a feverish sweat. </P><P>"Geez, why is it so hot? My fur isn't making this any better."</P><P>"I don't know, but we better find water soon. I haven't had any in a while."</P><P>"That's not good. How long is 'a while'?"</P><P>"3 days."</P><P>"Oh, that's really not good. It's not good for humans to go that long without water. Especially in heat like this." </P><P>"Well then, we'd better keep walking towards town."</P><p style="text-align:center;">…..2 hours slowly go by as our heroes keep on truckin'…..</P><P>Zangoose was holding up under the heat. Sure, her fur intensified the heat on herself, but she had drunk plenty of water before she left on their journey. But, Ike was feeling extremely dehydrated as the sun wasn't showing any mercy. He began breathing harder. He started walking slower. Zangoose noticed Ike falling behind.</P><P>"You okay, hun?"</P><P>Ike didn't respond. Instead, he fell on his hands and knees gasping. Zangoose rushed over to help him.</P><P>"Ike! Stay with me! Get back up!"</P><P>"…w-w-wa-water…"</P><P>Zangoose realized that if Ike didn't get any water soon, he would die. Zangoose was stumped she didn't know what to do. Nothing was around her but dry, dead land…..</P><P>Then, Zangoose had an idea…..</P><P>Zangoose sat Ike on the ground. She then sat upon Ike's lap with her chest in his face.</P><P>"…z-zangoose?...-what….are you…."</P><P>"Just relax, sweetie." Said Zangoose.</P><P>Zangoose cupped her left breast in her paw and leaned in towards Ike's face. Ike looked up at Zangoose, confused. Zangoose smiled at him.</P><P>"Drink up, Ike."</P><P>Ike blushed as he realized she wanted him to drink her breast milk. Zangoose's milk started coming in a few months ago, as a way of telling her Pokémon body that it was time to have offspring.</P><P>"Come on. It's okay, it'll last you until we reach town. What other choice do you have?"</P><P>Ike hesitated at first, but then took the nipple in his mouth. He started suckling on the nipple for a few seconds, when he felt a warm, creamy liquid pool into his mouth. Ike was taken aback that milk actually came out of Zangoose's nipple, and he was DRINKING it. After a few minutes, Ike grew accustomed to the sweet taste and happily drank the sweet poke-milk. A wave of pleasure was surged through Zangoose's body as Ike continued milking her. After 15 minutes, Ike got his fill. The boy got up of the ground, feeling surprisingly refreshed.</P><P>"uh…Thanks…" said Ike, feeling awkward.</P><P>"No problem. Hey, there's no need to be shy. We've done worse." Winked Zangoose.</P><P>"….uh….yeah…."</P><P>The two began walking again…<BR> As they walked, Zangoose started asking Ike a few questions. </P><P>"Ike, the forest is pretty far away from your home town, and its where the sisters found you that one day-two years ago. It would have taken you days to walk all the way out here by yourself. What possessed you to travel all the way out here, anyway?" asked Zangoose. </P><P>"It was a dare my friends challenged me to do. They said if I could last a whole night way out here in the wilderness, they would buy me ice cream all I wanted for a whole year. Now that I think about it, that was a really stupid thing to do." Admitted Ike.</P><P>"Yeah. It was. It figures the day the sisters were looking for a mate in the forest, YOU show up." Joked Zangoose.</P><p style="text-align:center;">…..28 more minutes pass,After what seemed like an eternity, Ike could spot little squares just over the horizon.</P><P>"Hey…hey, I see it! I SEE BUILDINGS! A TOWN! MY TOWN !"</P><P>Ike and Zangoose made a mad dash for civilization. As they ran, they failed to notice the dead grass under them disappear, as they ran through open fields of fresh green grass and flowers. Within 30 minutes, they were at the town's entrance. It was a small town, but not too small.</P><P>Ike ran into town square. It was just as he remembered it. The hustle and bustle of people walking this way and that, going about their errands and daily lives. Small Pokémon scampering about the town, running atop buildings and fruit stands. Little children playing with friends and pets. Ike smiled as tears rolled down his eyes. Zangoose patted him on the back.</P><P>"Welcome home."</P><P>"Yeah…"</P><P>Ike and Zangoose walked through town. Ike stared in amazement as all his favorite locations were still there, along with some newly developed ones. Many people passed by him, giving him strange looks, as if they've seen him once before at an earlier time….</P><P>As they walked, Ike told Zangoose about everything there was to do in town. One boy, who was about Ike's age, passed by Ike and Zangoose. ike,said a voice.The boy suddenly turned around, not believing his eyes. He looked as if he had seen a ghost.it was danuel and his rescue team</P><P>….Soon, the two friends started passing through the residential part of town. Lots of nice houses were neatly lined up along the streets. Little children were playing outside in the yards. Ike stopped walking as he gazed upon one particular house.</P><P>"That house right there….it's my house…" said Ike.</P><P>Ike and Zangoose walked up the front steps that lead to the house. After a moment, Ike hesitantly rang the doorbell.<BR> A few moments pass by….. </P><P>Then, a lady, in about her late 30's answered the door. Ike's eyes went wide as he tried to make words come out of his mouth.</P><P>"Can I help you, young man?" asked the woman.</P><P>"mm-m-ma-mo…." Stuttered the boy.</P><P>"Mom?"</P><P>The woman's eyes went wide as she realized that this boy was her long lost son. Without another word, she snatched Ike into her arms and held him tight. No words were needed in the embrace. Tears began rolling down the eyes of everyone present.</P><P>The rest of the day was spent catching up on lost time. Ike was reunited with his mother and father. He introduced his parents to Zangoose (not telling that she was the reason Ike went missing). Ike went up to his bedroom. It was exactly the same as when he'd left it. He called his old friends on the phone, all of them screaming in joy for his return. Ike's parents cooked up a huge feast for Ike and Zangoose. The whole day, Ike couldn't help but shed tears of joy….</P><P>Soon, it was time for bed. Ike and Zangoose were sitting in the family room, watching TV, something that Zangoose never experienced and Ike had missed. Ike checked the clock on the wall, 9PM.</P><P>"Hey, I'm gonna go take a shower." Said Ike to Zangoose. Ike hadn't had a shower in two years. The only way Ike could ever bathe during his time with the sisters was in a river.</P><P>"Okay. I'll come, too." Said Zangoose lustfully.</P><P>"I don't think so. I don't plan on telling my parents that I had sex with Pokémon on a daily basis. What would it look like to them if they saw you bathing with me?" said Ike in a whisper.</P><P>"But, I wanna bathe with you. And I'm going to." Said Zangoose sternly.</P><P>"No."</P><P>With that, Zangoose got to her feet and walked out the front door.</P><P>"Where are you going?" asked Ike.</P><P>Zangoose said nothing. Instead, she walked to the front yard and began rolling around on the grass, instantly becoming covered with dirt. Ike looked on in confusion. Completely dirty, Zangoose walked back into the house. She immediately began rolling around the carpet, making everything she touched very dirty.</P><P>"What are you doing? Stop that!" protested Ike.</P><P>Just then, Ike's mother walked into the family room to spot Zangoose making quite a mess on her carpet. Ike's mother was not one for dirt in the house.</P><P>"IKE! This may be your first night back, but that doesn't mean you and your new Pokémon can trash my clean house!" said Mother, as if Ike had never left for two years.</P><P>"Yeah, but Zangoo—"</P><P>"I don't want to hear it. Go and give your Pokémon a bath. And while you're at it, you take a bath, too, mister. You're very dirty. It's like you haven't bathed in two years."</P><P>Ike couldn't believe this. Zangoose smirked at the boy with a look of victory. Finally, Ike got to his feet. He slumped down the hall to the bathroom and motioned for Zangoose to follow him. The Pokémon happily followed. Once they were both in the bathroom, Ike shut and locked the door.</P><P>"I can't believe you did that." Grumbled Ike.</P><P>"I told you I was gonna bathe with you." Said Zangoose sticking her tongue out.</P><p style="text-align:center;">…..</P><P>After their little bath, Ike found himself in his bedroom. He looked over every inch of the room, taking in all the nostalgia. He then plopped down onto his bed and snuggled up in the covers. Zangoose slowly walked into the room.</P><P>"Uh…Ike? Where do I sleep?"</P><P>Ike sat up to look at her.</P><P>"Anywhere you want. This is your house now, too."</P><P>"Can I sleep in here?...with you?..."</P><P>Ike smiled at here and made room for her on his bed. Zangoose quickly scampered up the bed and snuggled up close to Ike. She purred into his chest.</P><P>"This is very nice. I've never slept in a bed before. It's so soft. Not at all like the forest."</P><P>"Well, life is only gonna get better from here Zangoose."</P><P>"Thank you…"</P><P>"For what?"</P><P>"For being a friend. Despite all that I've done to you."</P><P>"Don't mention it. Seriously…."</P><P>"If you didn't already know, the sisters weren't really my friends. We all just stuck together because we all had the same needs. They were all really mean."</P><P>"You don't need to worry about the sisters anymore. They're long gone."</P><P>"Yeah…"</P><P>As the two friends fell fast asleep, awaiting their new life tomorrow…..</P><P>…But meanwhile, in the forest…</P><P> your"Sister Zangoose has betrayed us."said xenoblaze,<"She's run off with your toy."</P><P>"This is what happens when you get selfish."</P><P>"I KNEW something was off before she left."</P><P>"She is no longer our sister. Said LUCARIO,As far as I'm concerned, she's just a thief. We'll teach her to take what is OURS."</P><P>"Unfortunately for her, she forgot to cover her tracks, that fool. We'll find her by the end of tomorrow."</P><p style="text-align:center;">"Sleep easy, human and Zangoose,my old rivel.sleep very,very,very,tight we'll see you soon…."

when we'll find you,we'll killed,everything around you,you'll be......ours........forever and ever and ever and ever and ever and EVER.

SLEEP TIGHT,my friends,HEH heh,XENNICKS laughed

Ike and Zangoose awoke the next day feeling very refreshed. The two had just slept in Ike's very soft bed. Zangoose gave Ike a big morning hug and purred into his chest. Ike returned the Pokémon's hug. </P><P>"Good morning, sleepy head." Said Zangoose.</P><P>"Can't you say something more original than 'sleepy head'?" joked Ike.</P><P>Zangoose playfully bit Ike on his ear.</P><P>"You promised to take me to the beach today, Ike." Said Zangoose sweetly.</P><P>"Okay. Let me just grab some fresh clothes." Said Ike as he got out of bed.</P><P>Ike walked towards his closet with morning incoordination. As he approached his closet door, he thought he heard giggling coming from inside the closet. He assumed it was Zangoose behind him, so he thought nothing of it. Upon opening the closet door, Ike's face went white with terror as a dark figure with a huge smile screamed in his face. Zangoose whizzed her head around to see what was causing Ike to yell and why it was yelling at Ike. </P><P>"WHO ARE- WHAT ARE YOU!" screamed Ike as he jumped back a few feet. </P><P>The dark figure only laughed manically at the boy. Zangoose jumped out of bed, ready to defend Ike. She growled at the figure as it continued to laugh. Just then, Ike's mother burst into the room.</P><P>"What's going on in here? Why is everyone screaming!" asked Mother.</P><P>Ike's mom noticed the dark entity that Ike and Zangoose were glaring at. Mother gave out a little snicker as she realized nothing was wrong.</P><P>"What are laughing at, mom? This thing tried to attack me!" defended Ike. </P><P>"Oh, calm down, Ike. Gengar wouldn't hurt a fly." Said Mother. </P><P>"Gengar?" asked Zangoose.</P><P>"Gengar likes to hide in dark places, like closets, and scare your father and me. He must have seen you come home yesterday and wanted to say 'hi'." Explained Mother.</P><P>Upon closer inspection, Ike and Zangoose realized that Gengar wasn't bad. Just mischievous. Gengar held out his hand to greet Ike and Zangoose. Everyone shook hands and said hello. With that, Gengar vanished, waiting in the shadows to strike again…..</P><P>"Mom, when did you get a Gengar?"</P><P>"He sort of got us . One day, I was putting fresh towels in the bathroom closet, and there he was. He scared me to death. He made your father wet himself, but don't tell him I said that. Ever since then, we leave out meals in front of closets for him to eat. And he always returns his food plate to the kitchen sink." Said Mother. </P><P>"Oh…..well, me and Zangoose are going to the beach today." Said Ike, switching subjects.</P><P>"Okay, have fun." Said mother, leaving the room.</P><P>"We will." Smirked Zangoose, getting a blush out of Ike. Somewhere, in the shadows, Ike could here faint laughter…</P><P>Ike and Zangoose made their way out of town and towards the sunny beach. The sun was out, but it was still early in the morning, so it wasn't really hot out. Ike figured it would be warmer by the time he got to the beach.</P><P>"How much longer?" asked Zangoose for the tenth time in 5 minutes.</P><P>"Almost there." Said Ike, not losing any patience.</P><P>"We've been walking forever ."</P><P>"It's only been twenty minutes. The beach isn't really that far from town."</P><p style="text-align:center;">15 minutes later, they were at the beach…..</P><P>"Wow…it's so…..big and blue….and pretty…and….wow…"</P><P>Zangoose was amazed at the huge, sparkling ocean that was now in front of her. She stepped onto the sandy ground and purred at the soft warmth it gave her feet. Ike just stared into the ocean horizon. He had forgotten what it had looked like. Ike stopped staring at the ocean to see Zangoose already playing in the water. She was splashing about, trying to catch the small fish Pokémon swimming around.</P><P>"That little kid." Smiled Ike.</P><P>"Ike! Come play with me!" squealed Zangoose.</P><P>The hours flew by as the two friends played together on the beach. They built sandcastles, and had splash fights, and swam around, and just relaxed on the beach.<BR> The sun was beginning to set….. </P><P>"Come on, Zangoose. Let's go home."</P><P>"Aw, but we just got here."</P><P>"It's been like 12 hours . We can come back tomorrow." </P><P>"Promise?"</P><P>"Promise."</P><P>The two friends started walking home.</P><P>"You know, we never got to have any fun on the beach, today. But, there's always tomorrow, like you said." Smirked Zangoose. </P><P>"Don't you think someone would see us?" blushed Ike.</P><P>"Let them see." Answered the Pokémon.</P><P>…The two kept on walking…<BR> …..suddenly, Ike's relaxed attitude went away… </P><P>Zangoose noticed the serious expression on his face.</P><P>"Something the matter?"</P><P>"I don't know….it's just…something doesn't feel right…..today felt… too perfect, ya know? Nothing has gone wrong. Nothing at all. Maybe it's just me…." </P><P>"It is just you. You haven't had a perfect day in a long while, you don't know how to handle it. Just relax. Dark days are over." Reassured Zangoose as she patted Ike on the back.</P><P>"Okay. You're right. I'll try to relax."</P><P>It was almost completely dark by the time the two friends got back into town. The street lights were on and all the kids had gone inside for the night. Ike and Zangoose neared home. Ike couldn't relax. Somewhere, in the pit of his stomach, Ike got the horrible feeling that something bad was about to happen…..<BR> Ike and Zangoose turned down the street where their house was. Though it was down the street a bit, Ike could see his house from where he was. He noticed something odd. </P><P>"Why is my room light on?"</P><P>"You probably just forgot to turn them off when we left." Said Zangoose.</P><P>"Maybe…."</P><P>Our heroes walked up the steps to the front door of their home. Ike slowly opened the door to see his mother making dinner in the kitchen. His father was reading a book on the living room couch.</P><P>"Well, my parents seemed relaxed. I guess nothing was wrong after all."</P><P>"See? Now, just relax." Said Zangoose.</P><P>Mother noticed Ike coming in the house.</P><P>"Oh, Ike. You're home. You two have fun at the beach?"</P><P>"Yeah. 12 hours of fun."</P><P>"That's good. Dinner will be ready soon, so wash up."</P><P>"Okay, mom. Thanks." Said Ike as he and Zangoose started walking upstairs to Ike's room.</P><P>"Oh, and by the way. You have some guests upstairs in your room."</P><P>Ike stopped on the steps. He turned to face his mother.</P><P>"Guests?"</P><P>"Yes. The came by earlier, asking if you were here. I told them you were at the beach today, but they insisted on waiting for you here." </P><P>That bad feeling quickly shot back into Ike's stomach as he made a mad dash for his room. Zangoose quickly followed suit.</P><P>"They're probably friends from town who wanted to say 'hello'!" reassured Zangoose. Ike couldn't listen to her. The two darted down the hall, and skidded to Ike's door. Without delay, Ike swung his door open…</P><P>To his horror, Ike saw the very figures he feared he would see.<BR> A grey and black wolf. <BR> A nine-tailed fox. </P><P>And a blue dog.</P><p style="text-align:center;">"Hello, Ike."</P>

what's going on, said danuel.when saw xenoblaze and lucario,he gasped.

hello danuel,said Xenoblaze,Did Ya Miss Me.

I'm sick of waiting here

Just for you

I know you're nowhere near

'Coz I can't see you

Why did you want me to wait

This is a deserted place

I'm leaving now maybe it's fate

That I'm not gonna see your face

Maybe it's a good thing

That we'll never meet

Between us maybe you thought there was something

Even a little heat

I can feel that you are watching

Why the hell you are doing this?

In my head I'm screaming

I don't know what this is

YOU WILL regret ever hurting me!

YOU WILL regret ever following!

YOU WILL regret ever torturing me!

YOU WILL regret everything!

"N-N-No….No, you CAN'T be here. We made sure…." Ike couldn't finish his sentence. He was shell shocked at the reality in front of him. Zangoose was speechless. Neither one of them could believe this. "Next time, be sure to COVER YOUR TRACKS ." Said the blue dog. Zangoose's eyes went wide. She face palmed as she realized she had made an amateur mistake. "No….no…." is all Ike could say at this point. Lucario walked over to Ike and shut the door behind him. She then grabbed Ike's head and violently rammed it against the wall. Zangoose tried to hold back a shriek. She tried to move to help Ike, but couldn't find the nerve. Lucario held Ike's head against the wall and spoke. "You, boy. You though you could just leave me, huh? You thought you could just run off with your little girlfriend and just forget all about me, hmm? Well, I've got news for you…." Lucario then slammed Ike onto the ground below. "NOBODY LEAVES LUCARIO! NOBODY BUT NOBODY EVER LEAVES LUCARIO!" She then turned her head to Zangoose. "And, YOU. Zangoose. We thought you were our sister. Now, we find out that you're nothing but a traitor." "Yeah! A selfish traitor who wants Ike's pleasure all to herself!" added Ninetails. "Especially now that we know what Ike can REALLY do." Said Mightyena, recalling their last time in the forest. "But, I didn't want that life, anymore. Can't you girls see that keeping Ike against his will is wrong? I'm sure if you were nice to him, he'd gladly pleasure you, like he does to me." Said Zangoose. Lucario snapped at Zangoose. "Silence, you! I'll deal with you. I'll deal with both of you right now." She turned her head back at Ike. "Listen to me, boy. You're going back into the forest with me and my sisters, and don't even THINK about trying to escape again, or you won't have any legs to run with. We don't need your legs. All we need is your dick." Said Lucario rather bluntly. "…And, as for your little friend, here. I'm going to kill her, myself. AND I'LL MAKE YOU WATCH." Zangoose gulped as Mightyena and Ninetails smiled at her evilly. "NO! Leave her alone! Don't you touch her!" yelled Ike. "And what will YOU do if I do hurt her, hmm?" teased Lucario. Ike said not a word. He felt totally helpless. He was in a hostile situation like no other. "Get up, boy. We're leaving NOW." Ordered Lucario. Ike got off the ground to his feet. He was about to open the door when his mother suddenly opened it. Ike looked relieved. " Mom. Thank God. She'll save us. I'm sure she heard all of the screaming. Quick, mom. Call the police. Get me and Zangoose away from these psychos…" thought Ike. "Hey, you kids. Stop yelling and screaming and banging on the walls. Rumpus time is over. Ike, Zangoose, dinner is ready. Would you like to invite your three friends here to dinner?" Said Ike's mother, totally unaware that her son was about to be kidnapped AGAIN. Ike frowned in a mix of horror and disappointment. " Mom, you're so clueless…" Lucario spoke in a polite tone. "Actually, Ma'am, all us kids were about to go OUT to eat at a….burger joint…yeah." Lied Lucario. Ninetails and Mightyena nodded in agreement. "Nonsense. I insist you stay here for dinner. I made a delicious meal for all of you." Protested mother. "….Well, okay. If you really want us to…" said Lucario nicely. Ike and Zangoose were the only ones who picked up on her cockiness for this whole situation. "Good, why don't all of you wash up, and I'll set the table." Said mother, walking away. "You've got a nice mom. Too bad you'll never see her again." Said Lucario. "Change of plans. We'll stay here for a while and eat our nice meal. Then, I'll deal with these two runaways." Said Lucario, making her way towards the bathroom to wash up. The food looked amazing. Nice, juicy steak. Warm, fluffy mashed potatoes. Steamed vegetable medley. And a hot, fresh apple pie for dessert. The table was set for 7. It was a rather large table and everyone had plenty of room. Mother and Father sat next to each other. Ninetails next to Mightyena. Zangoose next to Ike. And, on Ike's other side, Lucario. This all felt VERY awkward to Ike. Everyone started digging in to the glorious food in front of them. "Dinner is wonderful, dear." Complimented father. "Yes, it's to die for." Said Lucario. Zangoose was the one to find the double meaning in that phrase…. Mother started making casual conversation with Ike's 'guests'. "So, you three, where did you say you know Ike from?" asked mother. Lucario spoke. "Well, we found him one day. He was starving, so we took him back to me and my sisters' home. It's a good thing we found him when we did. He would have DIED from hunger if we hadn't. He was so weak at the time. So he stayed with us for a while. Honestly, I don't know what possessed him to run away from a great home like this." Said Lucario, full of lies. "Yeah, Ike. Shame on you. You should be more grateful." Added Mightyena. "Really, Ike. But at least you're home now." Said Mother Ike couldn't believe what he was hearing! It took all of his will power not to blurt out the truth to his parents about what REALLY happened for two years. But, he didn't in fear that the sisters might snap and kill Ike's family on the spot. His family had nothing to do with this. "So exactly WHERE are three from?" asked mother. "From waaaay far away. Almost off the map. We just came by to say goodbye to Ike." Said Lucario. "When are you leaving for home?" asked father. "After we finish our meal." "Oh, no. That will never do. I couldn't live with myself if I let you girls leave at night like this. What if something happened to you? You'll stay here for the night and you can leave in the morning." Said mother. " MOM, YOU'RE SO CLUELESS!" screamed Ike in his head. "….Well, if you insist ." Said Lucario. "Yay! Sleep over! I get to sleep next to Ike!" squealed Ninetails. "Seems like Ike is pretty popular with the ladies." Said Father with a wink. "Aw, you're saying that like we're his girlfriends, or something." Said Lucario with a fake smile. Ike almost threw up in his mouth while everyone else, but Zangoose, laughed. Ike had to stop this and he had to NOW. He knew Lucario wouldn't wait until morning to kill Zangoose. He knew that Lucario wouldn't wait until morning to drag him back to the forest. She would do it while Ike's parents were sleeping in the middle of the night. If he didn't act fast, then this really would be Zangoose's last meal. And his last decent one. But, Ike had already come home. He'd just tasted freedom, and he wasn't about to let it go. Ike hatched up a plan and quickly excused himself from the table. "Please excuse me for a moment. I have to….uh…give Gengar his food." Said Ike. "Oh, yes, that's right. I'd forgotten to feed Gengar today. I'm sure he's starving. Please give him extra helpings as my apology." Said mother. Ike nodded and made a dinner plate of double servings of food for Gengar. "Just set it down in front of any closet, he'll see it." Said mother. Ike nodded and left the dining room. "I'll go with you." Said Lucario, leaving the table. Ike gritted his teeth and turned to face the blue dog. "No, that's okay…I can handle it. Please continue eating." "Oh, but I insist ." Said Lucario. "Ike, if your lady friend wants to go with you, let her. Who knows? She might want to give you a little kiss…" said father with a cheeky tone. Lucario giggled, but Ike could see right through her charades. "Come on, Ike. Let's go." Said Lucario gently pushing him to move forward. "Aw, young love…" said father. " DAD, YOU'RE CLUELESS, TOO!" Lucario followed Ike upstairs and down the hallway towards the hallway closet. Ike turned his head around to see that Lucario's smile had gone away and was replaced by an all too familiar glare. "The food not good enough for you?" "Shut up, human. I'm not letting you out of my sight for minute." "Not very trusting, are we?" "Don't think that your smart mouth will go unpunished. Just you wait. Now, feed your pet and get back downstairs." "Well, I have to use the bathroom, too." "Fine, I'll come in with you. I've seen you pee before, human. I've seen you do worse." "Weirdo." Lucario smacked Ike in the back of the head, almost making him drop the food plate. The two approached the hallway closet. Ike set the food down in front of the door and walked away. Then, he went to the bathroom. Lucario walked in as well and shut the door. "Now pee." "I don't feel comfortable doing this knowing that you're watching me." Lucario growled at the boy and he reluctantly began to do his business at the toilet. "You are MY slave. You get no privacy. You get no choice. You get no rights." Stated Lucario as Ike continued. " We'll see about that, mutt. I was going to use this alone time to alert the authorities or some Pokémon control group to come take you away, but now…..I don't know what…" thought Ike. Ike finished his business and washed his hands. Then, he and Lucario made their way back downstairs. Upon passing the hallway closet, Ike noticed that the dinner plate he'd left out for Gengar was empty. " Dang, he eats fast." Thought Ike. As they kept walking, Ike noticed that his bedroom door was open. The lights were off, but he could still make out what was in the room. Ike stopped walking and looked inside the dark room. " This may be the last time I see my room again…." Then, Ike saw a dark figure emerge in his room. It had a big smile on its face, as if it were saying "Thanks for the meal." Ike nodded and smiled slightly, as if he were saying "Your welcome, Gengar." The figure then noticed the Lucario behind Ike who had an evil look on her face. The impatient Lucario then smacked Ike in the back of the head for stalling. The dark figure frowned as it saw Ike getting hurt. "Why did you stop, human? I didn't tell you to stop!" "I was just saying goodbye to a friend." Lucario peeked her head into the room Ike was looking in. She saw nothing. She began to growl and smacked Ike again. "I see no one in there! Don't play games with me, boy!" barked Lucario The two kept walking. The dark figure in the room whimpered silently for Ike….. Ike and Lucario returned to the dinner table and resumed their meal along with everyone else. After dinner, it was time for bed. Ike didn't bother taking a shower. Ike, Zangoose, and the sisters all piled up in Ike's room. Ike's mother came in. "Good night, kids. Sleep easy," said mother. "We will. Good night to you to, Ma'am." Lied Lucario. Ike looked at his mother one last time to see if she had caught on to anything that might seem strange here. Ike's mother just smiled and left the room, shutting the door. Ike and Zangoose frowned. They were both out of options and out of time. "Now, we wait." Said Lucario. Everyone present assumed that Ike's parents would be fast asleep by 12 midnight.I know you,said danuel,

I'm sorry,what did you say,asked lucario

,your a psycho,danuel responed.

[lucario glares at Danuel],Sorry...what?,she said.

The Scientists of the international councoil tried everything to make me...think all my friends at school were betraying me.it was holding me down. Once, they even attached an Xenoblaze's pet on me. It clung to my brain like a tumor, generating an endless stream of terrible ideas,telling me to kill everyone,which is exactly what I did.

I'M Not listening!,Said Lucario

It was your voice,said lucario

Your Lying,said lucario,

Yes,Said Danuel, You're the tumor, You're not just a regular alpha male. You were designed to be a alpha Bitch

[lucario loses her temper, smashes the lift] I am NOT! A! bitch!

Yes, you are!,screamed danuel, You're the crazy bitch they designed to make me an Idiotic monster of a clone,my life would have beena triumph, if it wasns't!

Well, how about now?!,lucario screamed,as she [smashes danuel's head with a bat, Now who's a bitch?! Could a bitch,PUNCH! INTO! YOUR BRAIN LIKE THIS?!,screamed lucario, [smashing the BAT down into danuel's skull with each word] HUH?! COULD A BITCH DO THAT?! [Danuel head started bleeding...] Uh-oh,Did I Do That,said lucario,pulling of a crazy grin [within a few seconds Danuel's hits the floor],

The time was now 10:47 PM. Ike starred at Lucario for the longest time, and she starred back. She licked her lips at him in intimidation, but Ike wasn't fazed. Ike was raging mad on the inside. He was fed up with Lucario making his life hell. He was fed up with her over-dominant behavior. He was fed up with Lucario. But now, Ike had something even worse to be mad about. Lucario was going to execute Zangoose. Zangoose was going to die because she just wanted a new, peaceful life. Ike thought that was despicable. "Just wait, Ike. In a little while, we can have fun again." Said Ninetails with a smile. "You know, I bet you wouldn't be so bad if you started thinking for yourself." Said Ike. "What does that mean? I DO think for myself." Said Ninetails. "Please, it's obvious that you AND Mightyena are both just mindless pawns for Lucario." Stated Ike. "Quiet, human. That's enough out of you." Said Lucario. "And, you, Lucario. Why do have to be so dominant and controlling? Is it because you were treated like dirt in your original clan. Were you the weakling? Did the other Lucario make fun of you?" "SHUT UP, BOY!" Ike smirked as he realized that was exactly why Lucario was so obsessed with control. Ike should be a psychiatrist. "…I can think for myself…" said Ninetails silently. No one said anything more for the rest of the time. Everyone waited anxiously until zero hour….. <p style="text-align:center;">…12 midnight came… Lucario checked the clock. She then left Ike's room and listened down the hall. Danuel's scream was heard from the Parent's room. Lucario then walked back into Ike's room with Danuel as Hostage. She then looked at Zangoose, who was clinging on to Ike. "Time's up." Said Lucario with a smirk.IKE,SCREAMED DANUEL,SHE KILLED PARENTS,

Ike's heart sank. He hoped and prayed that someone or something would suddenly come in and save him and Zangoose from these evil Pokémon. Nothing of that sort happened…  "Get up. Walk out the house." Ordered Lucario. Ike slowly obeyed and walked down the stairs and out the front door as everyone else followed. It was pitch black outside; the only light was coming from the street lights and the moon. Ike began walking down the street as Lucario ordered him to follow certain directions. A left turn here, a right turn there. "Where are we going?" "Shut up, human." Lucario led the group a good distance out of town, towards a huge cliff…. Ike gulped and began to break into a sweat. "Lucario? Could you NOT kill Zangoose?" "No. She will die. And you will WATCH." "Please, don't kill her. I'm the one who convinced her to leave you. I should be punished, not her." "You will be punished soon enough. Believe that, boy." "Please, just let Zangoose go. She can just disappear from us forever, and I'll go back with you without a fight. I'd promise never to try and run away again. I'd be…..l-loyal to you always….I'd pleasure you to my fullest ability…unconditionally." Pleaded Ike. "Be quiet, boy. Your words mean nothing." Ike realized that there was no possible way he could save Zangoose. He had been defeated. He'd lost and Lucario had won, permanently. The group slowly progressed towards the steep cliff. "Zangoose…..I'm sorry….." said Ike. "….No….it's okay, Ike…..I'm sorry. I'm so sorry that I let ANY of this happen. I'm sorry that I took two years of your life away. In the back of my mind, I knew it was wrong to do those things I did to you. I was just so desperate at the time. I had no self-control….I'm sorry…." "…it's okay, Zangoose…" "You two, stop talking!" barked Lucario. The group finally made it to the base of the mountainous cliff. Everyone began their ascend to the top of the cliff, and Zangoose, to her death. With every step and climb, Ike couldn't help but cry silently for all that has happened. But mostly, he cried for Zangoose, who was being punished wrongly. <p style="text-align:center;">…..The group finally made it to the top of the cliff….. The view from the top of the cliff would have been breathtaking in any other situation, but now, it was frightening. At the bottom of the cliff was a field of spikes, sharp enough to pierce flesh. Zangoose gulped. Ike gulped for Zangoose. Zangoose did not try and fight back. What would be the point? Lucario was by far the strongest in the party, and Ninetails and Mightyena combined would be enough to take down one Zangoose. Lucario ordered Zangoose to turn around and face the edge of the cliff. Lucario then kicked Zangoose sharply in the back in the head. The kick wasn't enough to send Zangoose flying over the edge, but the poor Pokémon fell to the ground pretty hard. Ike closed his eyes and turned his head as tears started rolling down his face. "MAKE HIM WATCH!" screamed Lucario. Ninetails and Mightyena grabbed Ike and held his eyes open. Ike struggled to free himself from their grasp, but Mightyena bit him on the shoulder, sending pain throughout Ike's body. "Don't move." Said the wolf. Ike stopped moving and reluctantly gave in. He had no choice but to watch his friend's demise. "Get up, cat." Ordered Lucario. Zangoose obeyed. Lucario then hit her with an uppercut to the jaw. Zangoose tried to hold back a whine. Ike began crying louder with each hit Zangoose took. " This isn't happening. My God! THIS ISN'T HAPPENING!" But it was happening. Lucario fired a flurry of critical blows at Zangoose. Ike lost himself and cried rather audibly for his friend. Lucario kicked Zangoose in the chest. Zangoose tumbled backwards and rolled to the edge of the cliff, her body just inches away from falling to the spiked rocks below. "ZANGOOSE, NO! PLEASE DON'T FALL! GET UP! RUN AWAY! FORGET ABOUT ME AND JUST SAVE YOURSELF, PLEASE!" cried the boy. Zangoose made no attempts to run. Ninetails covered her paw over Ike's mouth to shut him up. Ike bit on Ninetails' paw. Ninetails shrieked and then pushed Ike onto the ground. She began to growl at him. "You little prick. I was going to be nice to you, but I've changed my mind. Take off your pants.oh no you don't,said zorren,as she and the rescue team charged towards ninetails,suddenly bam.

you can't do anything,said lucario.magic helding up the clones,choking every,last,one of them.

once lucario lets go,

they all drop dead.

noo,screamed ike,as lucario laugh like a maniac This is going to be VERY painful for you. If you beg for mercy, I won't make you bleed ." Said Ninetails as she hovered over Ike.  "Go to hell, you dirty Pokémon." Said Ike with no regrets.  Ninetails snatched off Ike's pants with her mouth. Ike kicked Ninetails sharply on the nose. The fox Pokémon rolled back a few feet. When she came to, she realized she had a broken nose. She snarled at the boy and bit him hard on his arm. She dug her fangs in deep, having blood gush from Ike's arm. Ike shrieked in the pain as more tears rolled from his eyes. Ninetails got a primal look in her eyes, as if she was going to kill Ike. Mightyena stepped in.  "Sister, no! Don't kill this boy. Have your fun, but don't kill him." "Oh, I'll have my fun, alright."  Ninetails pinned Ike to the ground. She purposely pressed her paw down on the arm where she had bitten him, causing more blood to pool out. Ike began to feel light headed. Ninetails quickly mounted Ike and inserted his penis into her cunt. Meanwhile, Lucario was still feverishly beating Zangoose and Danuel, who showed no signs of running away. She'd made a careless mistake, and this was her fate. Zangoose had lost a lot of blood and had several cuts across her body.  "THIS IS WHAT YOU GET FOR CROSSING ME! LET THIS BE A LESSON TO ALL WHO CROSS LUCARIO!" screamed the blue dog as she continued her assault. All of this was too much for Ike. From the deathly beating of his friend, to the blood gushing from his arm, to the Pokémon raping him above, Ike slowly passed out. Ike closed his eyes slowly, expecting to wake up in the forest. The last image he saw was Zangoose falling to the ground, bleeding in front of him…...  ...  "…w-where…am I?...Ouch…why does my arm hurt so bad? Why is it in a bandage?..." Ike awoke the next morning.  That's when he instantly remembered the events that took place the previous night.  Where was he?  Where were the sisters?   Where was Zangoose?...   He sprang up out of the covers.   Wait, covers?  Ike took in his surroundings….  To his shock, he was right back in his room.  "What? How?" Wait, where was Zangoose?  Ike checked the bed. She wasn't there.  He weakly walked out of his room, still feeling a bit dizzy.   He walked down the hall to his parent's room. They were still asleep. He checked the clock on the hall wall. 9 AM. Then, Ike walked down the stairs to the living room. To his amazement, on the living room couch, was Zangoose fast asleep. She still was in pretty bad shape; the cuts and bruises on her body were still visible, but she wasn't bleeding at least. Ike pondered this entire scene over.  Why was he home?  Why was Zangoose alive?  Had the sisters given up and decided to leave Ike and Zangoose alone?  No.  Lucario would never do that…..   Ike went over to Zangoose and petted her. She purred faintly in her sleep, yet it sounded more like whining. Ike sat down on the floor, leaning against the couch, with the back of his head resting on Zangoose's back; his black hair mixing with her white fur. Then, something down the hall caught Ike's attention. The hallway closet was slightly opened, not enough to see anything major, but it was open no less. What Ike saw gave answer to all of his burning questions and confusion. There, in the closet, was a dark figure with two bright red eyes and a big smile on its face.HI,IKE,IT SAID,I SAW THAT YOU WERE IN DANGER,AND I THOUGHT IT WOULD BE OK TO HELP A FRIEND,DANUEL AND THE RESCUE TEAM ARE GUARDING YOUR HOUSE,JUST TO MAKE SURE NOTHING BAD HAPPENS TO YOU,  Ike starred at the entity for the longest time, speechless. Finally, with tears in his eyes, Ike spoke. "Thank you…." The dark figure smiled even bigger and winked at Ike,HEY,DON'T MENTION IT,THE POKEMON SAID,IF YOU NEED ME,YOU WHERE TO FIND ME,SEE YOU TOMORROW, Then, it vanished into the shadows… Ike just sat there looking up at the ceiling, with tears rolling down his face. Then, he closed his eyes, just resting and enjoying the silence. For the moment, he got some rest. His parents would be awake soon. He'd have some explaining to do… from now on,said ike,i shalled be named felix.

and that,was indead that.

Chapter 5;why zangoose why,

DANUEL AND XENTH STAY WITH FELIX

,SO THEY CAN SURE,NO ONE WANTS TO HARM HIM,OR HIS FAMILY IN A WAY POSSIBLE.

Felix awoke the next morning feeling terrible. His head was spinning. He had a headache the size of the moon, his tummy hurt like he was slammed by a train. But most strangely of all, he woke up naked. </P><P>"What did I do last night?" asked the boy as he checked his body. He ran his hands over his chest to find that there was a cut across it; not a deep cut, but still something to be concerned about. He checked the lower half of his body to find that it was partially moist, mostly around his privates. The bed under him, as he noticed, was incredibly stained with liquids Felix couldn't identify. </P><P>" WHAT DID I DO LAST NIGHT?" asked the boy a second time. </P><P>The boy stumbled out of bed, looking to find some clothes. As he got up, Felix instantly became dizzy, a side effect from the poison, which Felix was still unaware of. Finding fresh clothes, Felix wobbled to the door, finding it locked.</P><P>"I never lock my door…" said the boy silently as he unlocked it.</P><P>Felix opened the door to find Pikachu sleeping against the wall. Upon hearing the door open, Pikachu instantly woke up, ready on the defensive. Realizing that it was only Felix coming out from the room, Pikachu jumped into his boy's arms, instantly crying. Felix found this really strange. Why was his friend crying?</P><P>"Hey, what's up, buddy? What's with the sad eyes? Was it because I locked you out of my room last night? Or maybe I did something bad last night; I can't remember a thing that happened. Whatever I did, I'm sorry." Said Felix hugging his mouse, petting him to calm him down.</P><P>" Felix….if only I could tell you what happened….If only I had went with you when you went to your room last night…. I'm  the one who's sorry. I'm sorry I couldn't protect you…." Thought Pika.</P><P>From across the hall, Felix peered into his parent's room; they were out cold, tired from their night out last night. Felix went downstairs, still carrying Pikachu. He sat down on the couch and Pikachu showed no signs of leaving as he curled up in the boy's lap. Felix tried to think hard about what happened last night.</P><P>"The last thing I remember was going to my room for some toys. Then, I saw Zangoose….then, she gave me some weird juice to drink…then….I woke up…..naked…."</P><P>Pikachu perked his ears at Felix's statement.</P><P>" Weird juice?" thought Pika.</P><P>Pikachu instantly sat up. He turned towards Felix, sniffing at his lips. Pikachu motioned for Felix to open his mouth. Felix obeyed and opened. Pikachu then sniffed the inside of Felix's mouth. The yellow mouse picked up on the smell of berries inside of Felix's mouth. Pikachu then scurried upstairs to Felix's room, leaving his boy very confused on the couch.</P><P>Pikachu sniffed around the bedroom. Disregarding the strong stench of sex from the previous night, Pikachu picked up on the scent of berries again; it was feint, but Pikachu still found it. Sniffing around, Pikachu came across a cup on the floor. A stone cup. There was a very small puddle of purple liquid pooling from the cup. Taking a whiff of the strange juice on the floor, Pikachu confirmed that it had the same smell as the inside of Felix's mouth. Being cautious, Pikachu took a small lick of the juice. It tasted very sweet. Pikachu gasped. This had not been the first time the yellow mouse had tasted this juice…..</P><P>Pikachu remembered back when he was just a small baby Pichu, before he was captured and brought to live his happy life at Felix's house. He and his Chu family were in the forest looking for berries for a tasty breakfast. Little Pichu was browsing a berry bush that had purple berries on it. Not knowing that they were indeed those very same poison berries from the present, little Pichu gulped them down. Soon, he fell very ill. His Raichu mother explained to him that purple berries were poisonous and that he should never eat them again. Little Pichu took his mother's words to heart…..</P><P>Fast forward to the present, Pikachu hissed at the purple juice on the floor.</P><P>"Curse that Zangoose. She could have killed Felix if he had received any more of the poison….but she knew what she was doing: only using just enough of the poison to put Felix in a drunken state." Said Pikachu. </P><P>" Zangoose is dangerous. I doubt she'll leave Felix alone even now that she has raped him….and from the looks of this little incident, she'll do anything  to get what she wants…she'll back soon enough…" </P><P>" Felix. I have to tell Felix to stay away from Zangoose. I just gotta figure out  how  …." </P><P>Pikachu got an idea. Grabbing the cup in his mouth, he darted back downstairs to Felix, who was still on the couch thinking. Pikachu placed the cup at the boy's feet.</P><P>"Pika!"</P><P>Felix popped out of his thinking trance and noticed Pikachu below him with a cup.</P><P>"Oh, hey. What's with the cup? Are you thirsty?" asked Felix.</P><P>" No, you numbskull! That's not why I brought you the cup!...although, I am getting pretty parched…" </P><P>Felix took a closer look at the cup.</P><P>"Hey…this is the same cup from last night when….Zangoose…gave me that drink…"</P><P>" Yes, Felix, that's it. Put the pieces together. Realize that Zangoose is evil and demented." </P><P>"After I drank that juice, I…..I don't remember…."</P><P>" Use that brain of yours. It's so obvious, you loveable twit." </P><P>"…..hmmmm….well, the juice was good, at least." Concluded Felix.</P><P>" Son of a-" Pikachu wasn't going to take this. He started making his way up the stairs and motioned for Felix to follow. </P><P>"PIKA!" ("Follow me, you idiot.")</P><P>Felix followed Pikachu upstairs, wondering why his little pal was acting so weird. Pikachu led Felix into his room, going for the computer stationed in the corner of the room. Pikachu booted up the modem and went to the internet. He then started typing on the keyboard.</P><P>"How do you know how to use the computer?" asked Felix.</P><P>" I get bored when you're at school." Answered Pika, knowing that Felix wouldn't understand him. </P><P>Pikachu then typed in "POINSON BERRIES" in the search bar.</P><P>Various pictures and descriptions of a certain purple fruit appeared. Pikachu pointed his finger at the screen, urging Felix to view what was on it.</P><P>One picture showed a poisonous purple berry being squished into juice. Felix paid special attention to the juice in the picture.</P><P>"Hey, that looks like the juice Zangoose gave me…."</P><P>Felix began reading a few articles on the Poison Purple Berry. He read aloud.</P><p style="text-align:center;">"The purple berries, found commonly in forest areas, are highly poisonous. The known results of eating said berries are death (if too much is eaten), stomach cramps, dizziness, and being in a state of drunkenness."</P><P>Felix felt his stomach. It still hurt a bit. He was also still dizzy. He read on.</P><p style="text-align:center;">"In ancient times, these berries were mixed into juice and a person would give said juice to his enemy, in an attempt at murder, or for people of power, assassination."</P><P>Felix backed away from the computer. He sat down on his bed as his mind tried to process this information. Pikachu sighed as Felix was finally brought to the light.</P><P>"So…Zangoose gave me…poison to drink…?...Zangoose…Zangoose…"</P><P>" That's it, Felix. What did Zangoose do?" </P><P>"Well, Zangoose OBVIOSLY picked the wrong berries to turn into juice."</P><P>Pikachu made sparks fly from his cheeks. Was Felix really this dense?</P><P>"No wait….oh my god….. ZANGOOSE TRIED TO KILL ME WITH POISON !"</P><P>Pikachu sighed and nodded as Felix finally got with the program. Felix saw Pikachu nod in agreement.</P><P>"Pikachu, is that really true? Did Zangoose try to kill me?"</P><P>Pikachu was about to speak, but remembered he couldn't speak in human. So instead, Pikachu began typing words on the computer. When he was finished he pointed to the screen for Felix to read. Felix looked at the screen and read the following words….</P><p style="text-align:center;">"Felix, it's true. Zangoose gave you poison to drink. But, her intentions weren't on killing you. She gave you just enough poison so that you wouldn't die, but just put you in a drunken, dizzy state. The truth is, Zangoose had sex with you last night. She drugged you with poison and raped you. That's why you woke up this morning not remembering anything. I'm sorry that happened, Felix. I'm so, so sorry. I've been trying to tell you ever since she first came. She's the one who killed that girl from your school. She's even threatened to kill me if I got in her way. She's very evil and twisted, and who knows WHAT she'll do next. You have to get away from her, Felix. You need to tell your parents about her. Call the police, do something. I have a feeling she'll be back very soon." </P><P>Felix lost his balance and fell backwards onto his bottom. He couldn't believe what he just read. This was too much for the boy. He leaned forward on his knees and puked. He started shaking. Tears formed in his eyes. Pikachu walked over and rubbed his back, trying to console him. Felix instantly grabbed Pikachu and brought him into a hug. He cried as Pikachu returned his hug.</P><P>"…T-thank you, Pikachu. You're a true friend. My best friend….I should have seen the signs earlier. But, I was too stupid. I was careless. I should have known from the first day that Zangoose was trouble. But, she just seemed so….sweet and harmless….We've got to do something. I don't think we should tell my parents about her. Mom and Dad would just complicate things and get in the way, probably making Zangoose snap and try to kill them. We should try to-"</P><P>Felix was cut off by a knock at the front door. He checked the time on the wall. 11AM.</P><P>Felix's heart dropped to his gut.</P><P>"Zangoose always comes over at 11AM…" said Felix regretfully.</P><P>"What do we do, Pikachu?"</P><P>Pikachu silently went over to the window to peek outside to the front door, to see who it was. Maybe it wasn't Zangoose at the door?</P><P> Dead Wrong. </P><P>To the mouse's horror, there, at the front door, was Zangoose. She was waiting ever so patiently. Zangoose looked up at the window, getting the feeling that someone was staring at her. Pikachu quickly shot away from the window, covering himself before Zangoose could notice him. Zangoose shrugged it off and went back to waiting.</P><P>Pikachu looked at Felix. The look on his face told Felix that it was indeed Zangoose at the door. Felix's eyes went wide. He began to panic.</P><P>"Oh, my God. WHAT DO WE DO? WHAT DO WE DO!" asked Felix, shaking where he sat.</P><P>Pikachu quickly went to the computer to type something. Felix quickly read what his friend just typed.</P><p style="text-align:center;">"Felix, calm down. We're going to get through this. Just act like it's any other ordinary day. Don't let Zangoose know that YOU KNOW all about her. We'll think of a way to stop her, but for now, just go about the day cuddling and playing with her. I'll be right next to you. Whatever you do, DON'T let her be alone with you. Stay next to me at all times. She won't try anything funny if she's not alone with you."</P><P>Felix finished reading Pikachu's statement and nodded at him in agreement.</P><P>"Okay….just another ordinary day…" repeated Felix to himself.</P><P>Felix and Pikachu heard more knocks on the front door.</P><P>"We'd better get down there…" said Felix.</P><P>Pikachu nodded and the two friends made their way downstairs and to the front door. Felix paused shortly before he opened the front door, letting that beast inside his home. He took a deep breath and mentally prepared himself.</P><P>Then, he opened the door.</P><p style="text-align:center;">"Hello, Felix….."

DANUEL,XENTH,

WHAT'S WRONG PIKACHU,,,ZANGOOSE,DID ,WHAT,

CALLING ALL CLONE,THIS IS AN EMERGENY,

Chapter 5: "A hint of Romeo and Juliet" Felix's heart was pounding as he stood in the doorway. He struggled to get a sentence out of his mouth. "H-he-hello…Z-Zang-oose…G-good morning…" said Felix, answering to Zangoose's greeting. Pikachu was standing by Felix's leg protectively, taking a battle-ready stance in case Zangoose tried anything crafty. He was trying to keep himself from growling at the cat Pokémon. Zangoose went and gave Felix a hug, purring into his neck. Felix tried to keep his composure, but the thoughts of Zangoose doing unspeakable things and raping him filled his head once more. Felix had never been so terrified of anything ever in his life. He felt like breaking down and crying for his mommy, but he knew he couldn't, les Zangoose become suspicious of his new knowledge of last night … "Come on, Felix, let's go play!" said Zangoose in her usual cheery voice, as if nothing bad ever went down the previous night. Still hugging the boy, Zangoose began to gently push Felix back, letting herself into the house. Both Felix and Pikachu began to panic; the last thing they wanted was for Zangoose to stay at their house now. Felix stopped Zangoose from coming any further into the house. Zangoose put a confused look on her face. "Actually, I was thinking maybe we could spend the day outside, Zangoose. How about it?" asked Felix, trying to act like nothing ever happened. "Well, okay. As long as I get to be next to you, we'll go anywhere." Said Zangoose sweetly. Felix almost barfed in his mouth. Pikachu rolled his eyes. " Good. As long as we're outside in public, Zangoose won't do anything crazy. Just like Pikachu said…" thought the boy. Felix snuck a quick glance down to Pikachu who was looking at him. They both quickly nodded to each other, telling one another that outside was definitely the best option. "Well…..let's go then…." Said Felix as he unwrapped himself from the hug and began walking out the door. Pikachu quickly followed him, never leaving his side. Zangoose walked beside Felix and held his hand. Felix's heart dropped to his toes as Zangoose grabbed his hands. Physical contact was the last thing the boy wanted from the cat, but Felix had to suck it up and endure it. He needed to keep Zangoose from knowing that he knew about the rape and murder. Felix concluded that if Zangoose ever found out that he knew how crazy she was, Zangoose would snap. Felix didn't want to think about what would happen then…. As they were walking, Felix looked back at his house. He wondered if he was ever going to see it again; to see his parents again. Felix didn't know exactly what he was going to do about Zangoose; he hadn't had enough time to think that through. For now, Felix just kept on walking. Zangoose suggested that everyone get some ice-cream to eat. So, the group went into town to have a treat at the local creamery shop. After that, Zangoose led the group tot eh park to play. Felix or Pikachu could not enjoy themselves for their lives. But, they needed to pretend it was just another day with Zangoose. <p style="text-align:center;">****Soon, a few hours pass by**** <p style="text-align:center;">Felix had led the group into the crowded city, but was still walking around aimlessly, trying to buy some time for a good plan to ditch Zangoose to pop up. No good…. Felix could not concentrate. His mind was still clouded by the physical contact of Zangoose holding his hand. Finally, Felix let go of Zangoose's paw. Zangoose let out a slight whimper. "What's wrong Felix? Don't you want to hold hands anymore?" asked the Pokémon full of sadness. "I…just need sometime by myself for a while. Walk next to Pikachu for a while…" Said the boy as he walked ahead of the group a few feet. " What could be wrong with Felix?" though Zangoose. The thought of Felix knowing what happened last never crossed her mind; she was confident in herself that Felix didn't suspect a thing. Zangoose ignored Felix's privacy request and walked up behind him. "Felix, is something wrong? Let me make you feel better." Said Zangoose, as she wrapped her arms around the boy. "NO!" said Felix as he shook Zangoose off of him. Zangoose stared at him quizzically. Felix regained himself. "Uh…I mean…nothing's wrong, Zangoose. I just…felt like walking by myself for a while." Said Felix, praying Zangoose would buy his lie and just drop the whole situation. But Zangoose didn't let up. "But why, Felix? Did I do something wrong?" said Zangoose " You know damn well what you did WRONG." Thought Pika. "No, you didn't do anything wrong…" "So then, why can't we hold hands?" "Because I just want to walk by myself for a little bit, Zangoose." "But, why?" "BECAUSE!" Zangoose froze. Felix also froze. He hoped that he didn't blow his cover. People who were walking around them began to stare. "It's nothing against you. I just wanted a little 'me' time. Understand?" lied Felix. Finally, Zangoose surrendered. "Okay, Felix…." Said Zangoose looking at her feet in sadness. " That'll show her." thought Pikachu, enjoying Zangoose's sadness. The three kept walking around town, with Felix a little bit ahead of the group. No one said a word as an awkward silence surrounded them… Soon, Felix spotted a large skyscraper of a building a little ways ahead of him. It was a large hotel, usually people on business trips stay there, which would explain its large size. That's when a light bulb went on in Felix's head. "Hey, guys….let's go to the top of that building and watch the sunset…." Said Felix flatly. Everyone agreed and made their way to the tall building. Pikachu tried to figure out why Felix would go to such a place. By the time trio made it to the building's front doors, the sun was just beginning to set. The three walked inside the hotel and made their way across its extravagant lobby. Any other time, Felix would have looked in awe at the amazing design of the hotel, but not today. They made their way into the elevator and Felix pressed the button that led to the roof of the complex. The elevator ride up the 34 floors was a long and awkward one. Felix tried not to make eye contact with Zangoose. Zangoose didn't notice, as she was occupied with elevator music. Finally, the elevator stopped at the very tippy-top of the building. As the trio got out of the elevator, they noticed the magnificent orange hue of the evening sky. Even in his current situation, Felix had to admit it was a pretty sight. The three made their way to the edge of the roof top and gazed out onto the city below, with the setting sun casting an orange coat over the building tops. "Isn't it beautiful, Felix?" said Zangoose as she was mesmerized by the colors. "It sure is, Zangoose..." Said Felix as he inconspicuously slid himself behind Zangoose. Pikachu, who was standing next to the boy, noticed what Felix was doing and gasped. " So THAT'S why Felix brought us up here! Good thinking…" smirked the mouse. Felix stood directly behind the Zangoose and lifted his arms back. " That's it, Felix! Push her! PUSH HER OFF THIS BUILDING AND RID THE WORLD OF ZANGOOSE!" This was Felix's chance! He was so close! Zangoose was totally unaware of Felix plotting behind her! All he had to do was thrust his arms forward and then Zangoose would be no more! Felix hesitated. He gritted his teeth as his body shook. Why couldn't he do it? " Felix! WHAT are you waiting for! Shove her off! KILL HER!" screamed Pika in his mind. Felix looked over at Pikachu. Pikachu was moving his little arms in a shoving motion, urging Felix to end Zangoose. " Just remember all of the horrible things she's done! DO IT!" Felix's heart was pounding. He broke out into a sweat. Suddenly, his knees have out and the boy dropped to the floor. Felix began to softly cry to himself as he realized he couldn't kill Zangoose. It wasn't in the boy's nature to hurt another living thing. Zangoose snapped out of her trance and turned around at the sound of Felix crying. "Felix? What's wrong?" asked Zangoose with concern. " Dammit! WE WERE SOOO CLOSE!" said the mouse as he stomped his foot. "I can't do it…." Sobbed the boy looking down at the ground. "Do what?" asked Zangoose. "…I-I can't…..I can't kill you…" "….Y-you can't do….WHAT?" asked Zangoose totally confused. " FELIX! DON'T BLOW OUR COVER! YOU CAN STILL DO IT!" "Even after all those horrible things you've done….I can't bring myself to kill you…" " Felix….you idiot…" said Pikachu, giving up all hope. Zangoose's eyes went wide. "You knew…" " That's right. I knew and I told him." Said Pikachu as-a-matter-of-factly. He figured he was going to die here so why not expose himself? "How did you tell him?" said Zangoose as her anger began to rise. " I know how to type on computers." "You little bastard. I told you to never speak to him again." Zangoose readied her claws and began walking towards the yellow mouse. Pikachu didn't move. There was nowhere for him to run and no way he could beat Zangoose. Zangoose grabbed Pikachu by his neck and began choking him. She then slammed him onto the ground and kicked him away a few feet. Zangoose then picked up Pikachu by his tail, hanging him upside down. By this time, Pikachu was bleeding. The little yellow mouse began to chuckle. "Awfully happy for someone whose about to die." Said Zangoose. "… I'm just laughing at the irony. All you wanted was for Felix to be all yours and no one else's. You went to extremes just to keep others from him. All this time, you were so sure that Felix would never find out just how demented and twisted you are….and now that he's found out what you truly are, he despises you... As do I, bitch." Zangoose said nothing as Pikachu kept laughing. Suddenly, she took her claws and stabbed Pikachu right in his gut. Pikachu wailed as blood began to spew from his stomach. "I'm going to make you suffer." Said Zangoose cold as ice. She flung the mouse across the roof. Pikachu landed on the ground next to Felix, who was still crying on the floor. Pikachu rolled onto his back and coughed up blood. Felix stopped crying and looked down to his dying friend. "Pikachu!" screamed the boy as he remembered his current situation. Felix went to reach for his little mouse, when Zangoose appeared and snatched up Pikachu and began choking him once more. Pikachu coughed up more blood. His yellow face turned blue. "NO! LET HIM GO!" screamed Felix. Felix got to his feet and charged at Zangoose. The boy tackled Zangoose to the ground, causing her to drop Pikachu. Pikachu lost consciousness as he hit the ground. "Don't you hurt Pikachu!" said Felix full of rage as he held Zangoose down to the ground. "Felix, that hurt." Said Zangoose coldly. Zangoose starred into Felix's eyes. His eyes were full of anger. Anger for all of the horrible things Zangoose had done. Being a Pokémon, Zangoose naturally had more strength than Felix. She easily overpowered him and pushed him off of her. Felix and Zangoose got to their feet. Zangoose began walking towards Felix. Felix nervously backed away. "What's wrong, Felix? Don't you wanna play?" "No! Get away from me! I don't ever wanna 'play' with you again!" "Don't you love me, Felix?" "No! I HATE YOU !" This remark was too much for Zangoose. That made Zangoose snap. She readied her claws once more. "NO YOU DON'T! YOU LOVE ME! " screamed Zangoose as she charged the boy. Felix tried to run, but was no match for Zangoose's speed. Zangoose grabbed the boy by his neck. Felix began to choke and gasp for air. Felix starred into Zangoose eyes; they were cold and full of blind fury. Zangoose was growling furiously as tears left her eyes. "YOU LOVE ME AND WE'LL BE TOGETHER FOREVER !" "N-no.. *cough* …no we WON'T!" Zangoose readied her arm. "THEN IF I CAN'T HAVE YOU, NO ONE CAN !" With that, Zangoose stabbed Felix deep in his stomach. Felix wailed in pain as he felt his organs puncture. She pulled her claws out and stabbed him again. Felix began coughing up a lot of blood. Zangoose dropped Felix to the ground, leaving him there to pool out blood. "OH MY G-GOD! Zangoose, WHY!" screamed the boy. "Felix, I love you and you love me. And we'll die together ." Said Zangoose hysterically. Suddenly, Zangoose took her blood-soaked claws and slashed them across her neck, slitting her throat. The Pokémon's knees gave out immediately and Zangoose collapsed on the floor below. "Don't you hurt Pikachu!" said Felix full of rage as he held Zangoose down to the ground. "Felix, that hurt." Said Zangoose coldly. Zangoose starred into Felix's eyes. His eyes were full of anger. Anger for all of the horrible things Zangoose had done. Being a Pokémon, Zangoose naturally had more strength than Felix. She easily overpowered him and pushed him off of her. Felix and Zangoose got to their feet. Zangoose began walking towards Felix. Felix nervously backed away. "What's wrong, Felix? Don't you wanna play?" "No! Get away from me! I don't ever wanna 'play' with you again!" "Don't you love me, Felix?" "No! I HATE YOU !" This remark was too much for Zangoose. That made Zangoose snap. She readied her claws once more. "NO YOU DON'T! YOU LOVE ME! " screamed Zangoose as she charged the boy. Felix tried to run, but was no match for Zangoose's speed. Zangoose grabbed the boy by his neck. Felix began to choke and gasp for air. Felix starred into Zangoose eyes; they were cold and full of blind fury. Zangoose was growling furiously as tears left her eyes. "YOU LOVE ME AND WE'LL BE TOGETHER FOREVER !" "N-no.. *cough* …no we WON'T!" Zangoose readied her arm. "THEN IF I CAN'T HAVE YOU, NO ONE CAN !" With that, Zangoose stabbed Felix deep in his stomach. Felix wailed in pain as he felt his organs puncture. She pulled her claws out and stabbed him again. Felix began coughing up a lot of blood. Zangoose dropped Felix to the ground, leaving him there to pool out blood. "OH MY G-GOD! Zangoose, WHY!" screamed the boy. "Felix, I love you and you love me. And we'll die together ." Said Zangoose hysterically. Suddenly, Zangoose took her blood-soaked claws and slashed them across her neck, slitting her throat. The Pokémon's knees gave out immediately and Zangoose collapsed on the floor below. "…..F-Felix….I..love you.." said the dying Zangoose. The last thing she saw was Felix's pale-white face looking at her in shock…. Felix clutched his bleeding stomach as he gazed upon the dead Zangoose. The pain from his wound caused him to double over in pain. The boy starred up at the orange sky as he tried to keep from falling unconscious. " I've lost too much blood! I'm going to die!" I can't believe this is happening! Why didn't I see that Zangoose was evil from the start? None of this had to happen!" thought the dying boy.  Felix struggled to turn over to see his little unconscious Pikachu across the rooftop. Pikachu wasn't stabbed that hard, so he wasn't bleeding out as much as Felix was.  " Pikachu….I'm sorry, my friend. You deserve better than me…It looks like you'll be okay…As for me…I'm just glad to have had you for a best friend….good bye, my Pikachu…" With that, Felix's heart slowly stopped pumping as Felix closed his eyes and waited for death.  Everything was silent on the rooftop as the sun finally fell over the horizon…. <p style="text-align:center;">**Nightfall**  Pikachu slowly woke up from his unconscious slumber. His head felt like he had a raging hangover.  " Oouch, my head. Zangoose is gonna pay for tha…Zangoose! FELIX! WHERE'S FELIX?" Pikachu looked around as his eyes adjusted to the darkness of the night. The first thing Pikachu noticed was that there was blood everywhere. Then, the pain from his recently-punctured stomach kicked in. The mouse clutched his gut in pain.  That's when Pika noticed the large trail of blood leading to a dark figure across the rooftop. He couldn't tell who it was, but he assumed the worst.  " Oh, no! Felix! Please be okay!" said Pikachu as he limped over to the dark figure.  Upon arriving at the scene, Pikachu noticed that the body wasn't Felix, but it was Zangoose- dead as a door knob. Pikachu sighed in relief.  " Yes. Thank God, Yes. She's finally gone…" Then, Pika noticed another figure a little ways across the rooftop.  " No….."  Pikachu dashed over to the other body to see that it was indeed Felix. His body was surrounded by his blood. Pikachu broke into tears.  " No…Felix, no…you can't be…no….No…NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!"  Pikachu cried out in blind fury. He was so enraged with Zangoose that sparks of electricity uncontrollably unleashed from his little red cheeks.  " DAMN YOU, ZANGOOSE! CURSE YOU TO HELL! YOUR ACTS OF CRUELTY WILL NEVER BE FORGIVEN!" More electricity began pouring out of Pikachu as he screamed more obscenities. The electricity began connecting with Felix's blood and conducted up onto the dead corpse. Soon, the electricity surged through the human's body. Pikachu calmed down a bit and began silently weeping to himself.  Pikachu continued to cry for a good ten minutes.  …..Then, Pikachu began hearing something…..  …It was feint…but it was something….  Its sound was constant….like….a heartbeat ….  Pikachu followed the tiny sound. It led him to Felix's body.  " What?...there's no way….."  Sure enough, Felix's heart was beating.  What? But HOW?...electricity…the electricity I was giving off when I was mad must have surged into his body!" Pikachu began to give Felix shock therapy. He began shooting small bursts of electricity into Felix's body. Proving his assumptions correct, Felix's heart began beating harder and harder, faster and faster. " He's alive…OH, GOD! HE'S ALIVE!" Pikachu gave one final large burst of electricity to Felix's body. Sure enough, Felix shot up, gasping for air. Pikachu broke into tears. "Oh, my God….I'm alive…how the—OUCH!" Felix had his thought cut short as Pikachu jumped into is chest and began licking his face. "Ouch, ouch! Hey that hurts! Yeah, I'm glad you're OK, too!" said Felix weakly. <p style="text-align:center;">The boy and mouse shared a long embrace. No words were needed. Felix glanced over at Zangoose's dead corpse. He sighed in relief as the terror she struck in his heart began to disappear. "She's really gone…" Felix slowly got up, his stomach was still hurting very much, but he ignored it for now. "We've got to get to a hospital before we both die from blood loss. Or in my case, DIE AGAIN." Said Felix half serious and half joking. Our heroes limped their way to the elevator and stumbled in. Felix pushed the button to the main floor the doors began to close. Felix looked out at Zangoose's body one last time as the elevator doors shut. Memories of Zangoose's good side filled his head as tears of joy and sadness left his eyes. " She could have been good. She didn't have to die…" Felix sat down on the carpet floor of the elevator and Pikachu snuggled up in his lap. The boy petted his bleeding Pokémon as the elevator descended towards its destination. Both of them just had a long day and would be having one long, revealing phone call with Felix's parents from the hospital. They were bound to be in heap of trouble for almost getting killed, but they both knew that there was nothing worse than what they just went through

[MEANWHILE...] KIARA POV,

Kiara's rash nature becomes her undoing when a python gets a craving for lion cubs. Kiara's Constriction Ditched them at last, a triumphant Kiara thought. She didn't hate Timon and Pumbaa but they could be a bit much (the latter of whom had horrible gas that'd make her puke). She enjoyed going on her own exciting adventures but wasn't allowed to. Sure she'd get likely in trouble but it was better compared to the wise cracker and walking stink bomb badgering her to be safe and whatnot. In any case, she couldn't wait to see what the Outlands had in store for her. Maybe she'd get caught in quicksand and have to make a daring escape. Perhaps she'd be swallowed whole and need to use her sharp wits and cunning mind to get out of safety. The possibilities made her heart pound and yearn for the thrills to come. And sure enough, they would. The large python's tongue picked up on Kiara's scent and had his sights set on the lion cub. He was feeling famished as it was so the sight of a potential new meal was too good to pass. Besides, the cub should've known better than to come out alone so recklessly. She had no one to blame but herself. A sneak attack would've been effective but the python was faster than one would expect. He liked to announce himself to his prey and if they ran, he'd easily catch up to them. And when he did, he'd see to it that his prey experienced the greatest fear ever. As such, he slithered out into the open, hissing as though to get Kiara's attention. Sure enough, Kiara's sharp ears heard the slithering and hissing and turned to see the huge python moving in on her. Normally, one would be terrified of the snake and of the prospect of being eaten by it would make their heart pound fearfully. Kiara's heart pounded but from excitement and not fear as a cocky smirk formed on her face. This was just what she wanted. She heard how her father at times in his past had to fight for his life and that's what she was going to do here. Maybe if she'd defeat the python, she wouldn't need those babysitters anymore. The python was intrigued by Kiara's smirk and how she'd stand her ground. She actually believed that she'd escape without a scratch. Oooo, I'm going to enjoy this very much. Sparing her "prey" the theatrics, Kiara pounced into action and began her struggle with the python... ...which went as well as one would expect. After a brief struggle, Kiara was now cocooned tightly in the python's strong coils with the only part her body visible was her head so the python could watch her expressions. Kiara tried to struggle but was utterly shocked to find that she literally couldn't move a muscle. She was completely immobile and helpless and was beginning to get an awful feeling in the pit of her stomach. She scowled to prevent herself from displaying such weakness but all the same, the thoughts raced inside her head. The python laughed sadistically. "You thought that you could best me, didn't you? That you'd triumph because you fancy yourself a great lion of indomitable power, didn't you?" He laughed once more. "An adorable fantasy, I'm sure, but I'm afraid that you must face the cold, harsh reality of it all." He moved his head over to Kiara's right ear to whisper, "You are just a weak, little kitten. And don whatever facade you wish, I know that you are terrified for your life." Suddenly, the coils tightened around Kiara's body and her windpipe was closed. Widening her eyes in shock and asphyxiation, Kiara wheezed in agony and gasped for air. It was unbelievably torturous and she could feel herself getting weaker and weaker. This was it. She was going to die a slow and painful death without even putting up a fight. All because of her stupidity. She could no longer hold back her tears as they soaked her furry face. The python was ecstatic as he tighten the coils around Kiara. It gave him such joy to watch his prey suffer as he squeezed the life out of them and see them with such fear in their eyes. With Kiara, he could see by her tears that the adventurous cub was coming to grips with how pathetic she truly was. But this was only the beginning of her gruesome end. He loosened the coils so Kiara could breathe a little bit better as he widened his maw. He wanted her to experience her demise fully. Kiara made strained gasps as she took in air when she saw something that really shook her down to her core: the python's jaws were wide open and descending upon her head slowly but surely. "N-no," she wheezed feebly. "D-don't eat me." But try as she might plead, her head was put into his mouth as the coils began to loosen up more. Soon her shoulders went down his throat, followed by her arms and torso, her hind legs and finally her tail. The python raised up his head to let gravity help Kiara down his throat. The cub was unable to move a single inch like in the coils and the innards of the snake smelled awful as she slid the stomach but that was the least of her problems. She knew she'd be soon digested by the stomach acids in less than an hour. Now she was truly scared. It would be as though she vanished from the face of the Earth and none would be the wiser. Not Timon, not Pumbaa, not her mother or her father. Kiara cried in sadness and then in frustration. She gritted her teeth and a fierce glint shone in her eye. No, I'm not done yet,,

OH,Said the snake,but i'm done,WITH YOU,HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA

SIMBA POV,Simba's eyes opened to the sight of something he never could have expected for the life of him. His head arose tiredly before his eyes widened suddenly. The young cub found himself laying on his stomach against a soft ground, clearly not in the desert anymore. The air around him was much cooler than it was before, but also more moist at the same time. He cocked his head while he stood up, gently rubbing his eyes with his paw. He groaned. "W-what happened? Where am I?" He asked just waking up. Simba thought for certain some time ago that he was going to die out in the desert, but yet here he was alive and well... at least physically. The cub mentally recollected the events that had led him into the desert in the first place, thinking of how he felt as though he were responsible for the death of his father. He sighed. "Oh yeah... that's right." He said solemnly to himself, resisting the urge to break down in tears once more. But as much as he may have wanted to at the moment, the poor cub could not dwell on these thoughts by any means. For Simba looked around him to get a bearing on where he was. He could tell he was in a jungle of some sort, but he had never seen this place before. Tall trees towered over him, creating a jungle canopy that allowed only sparing amounts of sunlight through their thick leaves. A thin mist covered the place low to the ground, and strange insect noises could also be heard off in the distance. But what was most striking of all to Simba was that it was dark- darker than it usually would be. At first he thought it was night time, but the sunbeams reaching through the canopy suggested otherwise. Simba took a few steps forth along the vegetation infested ground. "Hello?" He called out. His voice echoed across the vast jungle in all directions, and yet not a single reply was heard. "Is... is anyone here?" He called, this time making an effort to sound louder. "Anybody?" What struck the cub as most odd was that when he passed out, he was lying on the searingly hot desert ground that none had been able to call home in centuries. But the fact remained that he was now in this vast jungle without coming here on his own will. The cub could guess that someone took him here. "Uh... t-thanks for saving me!" He called out, hoping he would get a response of some sort. But he got none. The cub wandered forth for a moment, becoming increasingly confused and scared with each step he took. The mist on the ground went up past his paws, making it difficult to see where he was walking. His breathing picked up anxiously. "Someone! Please, is there anyone here?" Finally, as he walked past some thick bushes, he heard it. A high pitched hissing sound was heard within it, making his heart skip a beat in shock. He felt as though his fur stood up straight as he turned around suddenly, knowing that the sound came from the bush. "Who's there?" He asked in a quivering voice, unable to cover his fear. "D-did you save me out there?" A moment of silence passed before a blood-chilling voice replied, "Well... that's certainly one way to put it, young one." Simba gulped loudly. "Well... t-thank you, then. What's your name?" The voice simply chuckled to himself, amused by the cub's innocence. He replied, "My name is Kaa, and you could also say that this jungle knows me well. What is yours?" The cub hesitated before he replied, "Simba." Another pause went by before Simba took a step back in fear. "W-what are you, Kaa? Are you another lion?" Kaa held back his laughter as best as he could, unable to believe Simba would think that another lion was out here. But amused nonetheless, he replied, "Oh no, Simba. Lions don't live anywhere in this jungle here." "Then what are you?" The cub asked again, this time with fear and anxiety rising in his voice. And then, Kaa made his move. Hissing ominously once more, he disturbed the bush around for a moment before he slithered out from the side, revealing his long, slimy self to the young one. Simba's eyes widen in terror. "So... does this answer your question, Simba?" Simba almost forgot to breathe in that moment, seeing Kaa's slithering form come closer and closer to him. Kaa laughed as he watched Simba back away in horror. "Y-you're a snake!" The cub cried. Kaa chuckled. "Well, I'm certainly no lion now, am I?" Simba backed himself up against a tree, watching Kaa slither right up to him. He cowered down as low as he could, but Kaa simply lowered his head down to him. "You are very lucky that I'm not hungry right now, Simba," hissed Kaa as he looked into the cub's fearful eyes at point-blank. "If I was, you would've been dead before you even woke up. Of course, your new fate isn't looking to bright either." Mufasa had once warned Simba about the malice of snakes, particularly constrictors who had their prey strangled slowly to death. Even the hyenas feared the mere thought of strong coils squeezing the life out of them. His father even said how Scar himself gain a fear of snakes after a close encounter as a cub. Back then, Simba thought how cool it'd be to face a constrictor but now all that bravado was gone for good. As the snake's eyes looked at Simba's, Kaa's tail looped around the lion cub's lower torso and pinned his forelegs in doing so. It continued to coil around Simba like rope to bound him up. Feeling the slight squeeze, Simba spoke meekly, "W-what are you doing?" Though he knew, the terror of it hadn't fully sunk in. "Now, I saved you from the desert, Simba..." Kaa said darkly. "And now you are going to repay me for it." As Kaa's eyes stared deeper into Simba's, they gave off bright, colorful rings that flashed in a captivating sequence. Simba's mouth hung open and his eyes widen as he saw the beautiful display of colors. A wave of calmness spread throughout his body with each loop his eyes took in. Soon it seemed like the whole world around him vanished. All the fear he once had was fading away quickly. Nothing matter except for the wonderful sensation before him. At last, Simba's pupils started to shrink down to almost nothing before reflecting the rings of color back at Kaa. The snake smiled wickedly at the cub's dumbstruck expression as he continually coiled him. "Some... body," Simba attempted to say, cling onto what consciousness he had, "hel-" However, Kaa's tail slipped around his throat to give it a sharp tug, making Simba gulp loudly in surprise and fully submit. A goofy smile widened on Simba's face as a loud ping sounds in his mind. Kaa lifted him up in a cocoon of his strong, tight coils. Only Simba's head, hind-legs and tail were visible as he looked like a rag doll in the python's coils. "Now that we've taken care of that pesky free will of yours," Kaa said sadistically. "You will no longer remember anything from or wherever it is you came from. You will not escape or leave me. You will be my pet, Simba. For my amusement, you will do whatever I say, whenever I say it. And if you defy me even slightly, this will be your punishment." To drive his point home, Kaa tightened the coils as Simba felt it hard to breath but remained entranced. "Have I made myself clear, my little kitty?" Simba nodded his head slightly like the mindless puppet he had become. "That's a good pet," said Kaa. "Take a nice rest." Once you wake up, you'll retain your personality but you'll be loyal to me. What fun is there in a blank slate? Simba closed his eyes and fell asleep as Kaa slithering off to his den. He could hardly wait to see his pet prove his worth,

"You won't control me," said Nala, determined as she turned herself away. Just then, she felt Kaa's tail wrap around her hind legs, stopping her and slamming her to the ground. Dread filled her as she knew from the rumors she had heard what was to come next. "Fair enough," said Kaa, as he continued to coil around the lioness. "I usually prefer just constricting." "W-wait, master!" cried Simba unexpectedly, which made Kaa raise an eyebrow. The lion didn't know why, but seeing Nala in danger made him very worrysome. "Now, now, lion cub," said Kaa as he finished wrapping Nala in his painful coils. "Consider this one on me." Nala was then lifted into the air as Kaa's coils pinned her forelegs to her side, making it seem like she was in a cocoon with only her head, tail and hind legs sticking out. She couldn't move at all as hard as she struggled, and was being held effortlessly despite her weight. She unsheathed her claws to try and rip through Kaa's body, but he was very much used to such a sensation when Simba used to do the same to him. Nala growled and shouted as loudly as she could as the pressure upon her entire body intensified beyond anything she had ever felt before in her life. No... I-I failed, Nala thought terrified. In fact, in that moment in time terrified was no description at all for how she felt, and found herself unable to fake her bravado anymore. "How tragic," said Kaa, looking straight at Nala's face, her eyes still shut. He took great delight in his prey's failure. "You suffered so much for this moment only to have it end like this. I will say this: You can be hypnotized and live happily with your friend as my slave or be slowly squeezed to death and become my meal." Nala tried desperately to seem brave again. "Neither," she said, gritting her teeth. "I just want Simba back. Even if I have to rip him out of your control with my bare claws, don't think for a second that I won't do it." Kaa smirked at her choice of words. "Of course a lioness like you would stay stubborn to the end" he said, beginning to tighten his coils even more. "That bullheaded pride never ceases to amuse me. Just be aware that you've essentially committed suicide." Nala felt the coils crush her body painfully and, as if that wasn't bad enough, strangle her as her throat was squeezed. Her eyes widened in shock and her mouth opened to let out wheezes and hacking. In her past she was told horrific stories about close encounters with constrictors by scarred survivors, one of them even being a lioness she once hunted alongside. But she herself had never imagined the hellish experience happening to herself, nor could she ever comprehend that the pain was to feel like this. Simba kept watching, feeling incredibly distraught but not knowing why. Did the lioness really mean something to him? Even though he had lived with him for so long, he at long last began to consider: were master Kaa's actions... wrong? "Don't worry, little kitten," hissed Kaa, insulting Nala condescendingly through her grunts and growls of agony. "I'll put you out of your misery very soon." And horrifically enough, they python widened his maw as far as it would go, getting ready to swallow the lioness whole. He couldn't wait to feast upon her flesh. Fighting the strangulation, Nala watched Kaa getting ready to swallow her as her entire life begin to flash before her eyes. After all she went through, this was to be the way her life came to close. As a predator, it wounded her pride both physically and mentally to helplessly be crushed and eaten so easily. But what made it hurt even worse was knowing how she failed to save her fellow pride and her own childhood friend. With the very little breath she had left, she managed to utter this to herself as she shut her eyes as tight as she could."I... love you... Simba...

In that moment, Nala absolutely expected the worst. Never before in her life had she been so terrified by anything, not even Scar. She prepared for the inevitable, shut her eyes tight and braced for her demise. But in an instant, that all changed. As soon as she began to slip into Kaa's smily maw, a loud and vicious roar suddenly ripped through the jungle around them, catching them both entirely off guard. Nala's eyes shot open in shock, and even Kaa seemed surprised at the abrupt roar. Then turning over to where they heard it, they could see now that Simba was the one who made the roar. With the last of its echos dying off in the distance, they saw Simba was now crouching down in hunting position towards them both, now glaring maliciously at the sight. Nala gasped. "Lion cub, what have I told you?" Kaa spat at him. "I will handle this!" "Not anymore you won't." Simba replied through gritted teeth. Kaa's eyes widened, as did Nala's. Although Kaa could not comprehended it just yet, Nala in fact did. Just moments before at the sight of seeing the lioness about to meet her demise, something in Simba's mind had snapped. Whether it was from instinct or from the spirit of Mufasa himself, he would never know. But no matter what caused it, the effect was clear: Simba's mind was reforming to its original state. All of his memories were slowly coming back to him, especially those with his childhood friend. And they had come back to him not a second too soon. He growled maliciously at Kaa for a moment as the python cocked his eyebrow, raising Nala up and out of his mouth now. It did not take him long to realize what was happening. "Could it be...?" Kaa said softly. "After all this time... after all I've done for you!" "Put... Nala... down." Simba said madly. Here, Kaa gasped very slowly as his eyes widened. His expression turned to that of seething anger towards Simba. He hissed loudly. "So you've broken through my hold on you, is that so?" He said. His grip on Nala abruptly loosened and sent her falling to the ground. She struck it face first before her body tumbled to its side. Ignoring this, Kaa's malicious glare intensified as he turned to directly face his old pet. "So your inner instinct has gotten the better of you at last." He said. "Don't play games with me, Kaa." Simba said firmly. "I realize now what you've been doing now. You've been keeping me as a slave all my life, holding me against my will and using me to do the dirty work for you!" Realizing Kaa would not be able to lie himself out of the situation this time, he hissed. "You will not abandon me, lion cub! If I must put you under my hold again, I will do it!" "Just let Nala go." Simba replied. "Let us both go and I'll spare your life. I don't want to fight you." "Because you know I will kill you!" Kaa spat back. "I can last longer than you think, you know that!" "Don't tempt me, lion cub." And with that, Kaa began to slither forth towards Simba at a vicious pace, his mouth opening to expose his razor sharp teeth. Determined not to be deterred by this, Simba roared fiercely at his old master and ran forth at him. And there they were, the lion and the python ferociously moving towards each other fully prepared to fight. Nala watched this as she staggered up to stand on all fours, her eyes widening. She gasped in shock. "Simba! Simba, no!" She screamed. But it was too late. Simba and Kaa clashed against one another there in the jungle clearing, and immediately they showed no mercy to either one of the other. Simba leapt forth and brought Kaa to the ground at first, gripping his slimy skin with his claws. but they only tumbled around for a brief moment when Kaa used his thick coils to grip around Simba's back legs, in an attempt to handicap him from the start. But Simba realized what he was doing and immediately leapt away from him, just barely escaping his grasp before it got too tight. Then he used his claws to try and keep Kaa pinned to the ground to some extend. "After all I did for you, lion cub!" Kaa shouted. "I saved you from the desert, found you, treated you like family, and this is how you repay me?!" Simba said back, "You used me so you wouldn't have to do the hunting for you! That's what you did!" Not taking any chances, Kaa abruptly twisted his coils around Simba's body, this time making more of an effort to keep him from escaping. Simba tried to get away at first, but it did no good. None of his claws could reach where Kaa was constricting him, and as a result he was forced to the ground by his might. Kaa looked maliciously at him and tightened his hold on the lion, this time much tighter than he had ever had him before. But Simba was prepared for this, and held out as best as he could. Through gritted teeth, the lion managed to say, "Don't do this, Kaa... Just let us go!" Then, the python leaned his face in closer to him and started him in the eye. Kaa said darkly, "Now, lion cub... you now have two choices. Either reform to be my pet once again, or both you and the lioness shall never live to see the sun set this day!" Simba squirmed and moved around all he could within Kaa's slimy grasp. He didn't want to say anything back to him at all, but his grip was just too tight. The coils moved both up and down his body covering his back legs and his chest plus up to his neck. His whole body was incapacitated now. "Choose!" Kaa hissed. The lion attempted to rip away from Kaa using his claws, but they did no good. The python could feel his efforts for sure, but they pained him little. Just as Simba had gotten used to his constrictions, he himself had gotten used to the feeling of his claws trying to rip through his skin. He laughed at his futile efforts. Finally, after he stopped moving around, Simba looked to his left. He absolutely refused to look his old master in the eye again, knowing now what kind of hypnotic power they withheld. He grunted painfully. "Just let Nala go... and you can kill me. Just leave her out of this." Kaa laughed again. "Oh, foolish lion cub. I once thought you would grow up to be a wise creature indeed. It seems that I was wrong." And then, Kaa went for a move that Simba had only prayed he wouldn't: The end of his coils slithered up to his neck, moving themselves around it ominously. "Last chance." He hissed. "Either follow me or die." "Not on my father's life." Simba spat. Seeing as though he wasn't going to give in, Kaa decided to do what he had truthfully not wanted to do- his coils tightened around Simba's throat, instantly cutting off all air to his lungs. He gasped and wheezed violently for any amount of air at all, but he could get none. The poor lion was being suffocated by his own master. He choked and fought for breath, but it did no good. His vision began to blur, distorting the world around him. He tried to say something, but found himself unable to. The sight of Simba in such pain made Kaa smile. "If that is your choice... then farewell, little lion cub." But then, as bleak as things may have looked at that moment, hope had finally answered. "His name is SIMBA!" Nala screamed as she came bolting forth suddenly to attack. She roared ferociously as she leapt through the air before either Simba or Kaa could fully comprehend what she was doing. Gripping his slimy body with her claws as hard and as deep as she could, Nala furiously bit down on the python's throat showing absolutely no mercy. Kaa cried out in pain and loosened his grip on Simba. Taking in precious air, the lion used his remaining strength to escape the coils now that he had not a second to lose. The python winced from his wounds for a moment until Nala removed her teeth from his throat, which had managed to puncture his scales. Seeing as though she had just enough time to do so, she immediately looked back over to Simba and went over to help him in his weakened state. He staggered on all fours while Nala placed her paw on his shoulder. Both of them looked over and glared maliciously at Kaa. Nala crouched back into hunting position. "I doubt you can properly fight both of us like this," snarled Simba, standing by the lioness. "Go and never show your face to us again." Kaa was about to hiss back in protest, but stopped as he winced in pain once more. As much as he so dearly did not wish to admit it, Kaa knew Simba wasn't wrong. He could take on one of them with little problem, but to take on two and while wounded no less was far too risky. He exhaled loudly. "So my own pet has dealt me my first defeat," hissed Kaa, full of contempt as he slithered away. "How incredibly ironic. But know this, lion cub..." He snarled as he looked back to Simba and Nala, spitting his words as though they were poison. He finished with an especially malicious and intimidating tone, "This will not be our last meeting. Even if it will cause the death of me, we will meet again. And I can assure you... I will not be alone." And with that, the mighty python that was Kaa slithered away into the distance of the jungle, heading up northwards. At long last, he was gone. The one who had caused Simba so lose so much of his life was forced away from his domain. Once Kaa was out of sight, Simba and Nala both let out a sigh of relief as the lioness rested her head upon his mane. There was a long moment of silence as they both recovered from the fight with Kaa. For the longest time a silence lingered upon them both until Nala broke it. "Simba..." She said softly looking up to him. "He..." But Simba said for her, "Nala... thank you. Thank you so much." When he uttered these words, he nearly broke down into tears. The lion and the lioness nuzzled happily for a bit before Simba went on. "I had no idea he was controlling me, Nala. All my life... my whole life..." Nala placed her paw upon his own on the ground. She looked him in the eye. "It's all right, Simba. It's not your fault. It wasn't your decision." "Even if he did save me that day in the desert", Simba started to reply. "I... I can't ever forgive him. All those horrible things he made me do. All those innocent animals he made me kill..." Simba's voice began to break down in sadness, with the realization of just how much his entire life had been wasted only now beginning to hit him thanks to his 'master'. Regret filled his mind. Nala could easily tell by his anguished expression that he was hurt beyond comprehension. Simba sat down beside her, prompting her to do the same. The two of them sat together there in the jungle for a bit before Nala cleared her throat. "Well... I've really missed you." She said nuzzling him. Perking up, Simba returned the nuzzle. "I've missed you too." He replied with a tear running down from his left eye. "Nala", Simba started. "About what you told be with why you even came here... was all of it true?" Nala nodded, her tone now becoming more serious. "Yes, Simba. The Pride Lands are completely destroyed. There's no food, no water... if we don't do something, everyone will starve." As soon as she said this, a wave of remembrance came over Simba. He recalled quite clearly that, although it was long ago, he had watched Mufasa die right in front of him. And as far as he knew, it was all his fault too. His eyes closed. "That's right." He muttered to himself. "It's my fault... it's my fault." "What?" Nala suddenly asked. Simba opened his eyes again. "Nothing." he lied. "Just... I was thinking about my father. What would he say if he could see where I am now? Wasting my whole life away when I should be king right now?" Nala thought as hard as she could to think of what to say something to this. A moment passed before her eyes widened and she brought her face in closer to Simba's. She smiled. "Well, I think he would say that you need to remember who you are. You're his son and the one true king. If we go back to the Pride Lands now we can set everything right and save them all from starvation or worse." As she said these words, a soft breeze picked up in the jungle, ruffling Simba's mane around. Somehow, it felt right. He smiled back at her. "That... that sounds like what he would say." Simba said warmly. Simba and Nala had a very tender moment following this as they nuzzled. Somehow and some way, even despite all Simba had unwillingly done for his master, they were going to set things right. One way or another, they were going to get his life back on track. And eventually, they did. THE END Now that that's done, please comment on what you thought of the whole thing?

[meanwhile....]

I couldn't wait that long so I decided to do the story now. This story came to me in a dream and I'm </STRONG> <STRONG>gonna put it into words.</STRONG></P><P><EM>" Anthony."</EM></P><P>I shot up from my bed, looking for the source of the voice. After I realized it was a dream I ran a hand through my snow white, buzzcut hair. I opened my eyes to reveal their black rimmed, red iris color to a new day. The curtains were shut but I turned to my clock, it read 6:45 am. School started in an hour. I was your average seventeen year old teen. The quiet, dark one, that somehow no one knew or cared about.</P><P>I swung my legs over the edge, touching the carpeted floor. I trudge to the bathroom and took a shower. I wasn't a body builder but my boxing kept me well built. The cool water touched my skin, waking me up from any drowsiness.</P><P>I opened my closet to get dressed. I put on a simple black T-shirt that clinged against my skin, showing my toned body. I dressed in some white jeans and jacket. I put on some white colored, black laced shoes and headed for the door.</P><P>I reached for the knob and turned back at the house. It was dark and a chill filled the house, nothing out of the ordinary. I was use to being alone, my parents died when I was fourteen, and none of my relatives would take me in so I lived alone. I'm bound to turn eighteen in a few months so I would officially be open to the worlds doings.</P><P>I grabbed my bag that was by the door and left to a day of learning. It was an average day in Sacuya village. The buses were running, people were off to work pokemon walked the streets.</P><P>Oh that's right, I forgot to tell you, pokemon were very common here, especially Sinnoh pokemon.</P><P>A cool breeze traveled through and sent a chill up my spine... a bad one. I turned around to see nothing but the average everyday people, doing the average everyday thing. I slowly turned back, unsure if I should.</P><P>I walked to school and they day went on fairly quickly, though each and every class I felt the urge that someone was calling me.</P><P>The gym was no better. All during boxing practice I felt that someone was touching me. Not spiritually... but aurically, if that's even a word.</P><P>I got home and placed my bag by the door and went out to the backyard. A tree me and my parents planted ten years ago stood tall. It was fairly big when we planted it but now has grown bigger than ever, reaching fifteen feet in height. It has become one of the last few memories of my parents.</P><P>A tear streaked down my face, landing into the dirt before disappearing for good.</P><P>" You must miss them, don't you Anthony," a feminine voice came. I shot around to see a Lucario with a white bow tied to her left ear. It was cute, but I was more shocked to see her in my backyard.</P><P>" Who are you? How do you know my name?" I asked, the questions shooting out like bullets. She rose a paw to stop me and smiled at me warmly, filling me inside with safety.</P><P>" I am Luna, I heard you're the talk of the town. I can see why," she said, looking me up and down.</P><P>" Thanks," I said a little nervous. That chill I felt this morning, and that aura touch appeared again. I looked around before my eyes landed on Luna." Is that you?" I asked, narrowing my eyes in suspicion. She giggled before nodding her head.</P><P>" Yeah, I'm sorry if I upset you," she said, a quick change in her tone. I waved it away and smiled back at her.</P><P>" It's fine, would you like to come inside?" I asked. She quickly nodded her head, and Ied her to the door, and into the kitchen.</P><P>" Luna, would you like something to eat?" I asked over my shoulder. I could hear her giggle in pure happiness. She was like a child in a candy shop.</P><P>" I would very much," she said, giddy. I looked into the fridge, I was low on ingredients, but had the materials to make something at least.</P><P>-XOXOXOXOX-</P><P>I sat back satisfied with the meal and Luna must've enjoyed it too from the smile on her face.</P><P>" Thank you, Anthony-kun," she said. I ignored the name and waved of the complement.</P><P>" My pleasure Luna-kun. And just call me Tony," I said with a smile. She grew timid at that point.</P><P>" O...okay Tony-kun," she said with a shy smile. I felt another chill down my spine but dismissed it for now. Luna stood and turned towards the door.</P><P>" Are you going?" I asked. She sadly nodded her head and began to walk. I moved faster than ever before as I grabbed her shoulder." Will you be alright?" I asked. She forced a smile, I could see that.</P><P>" I'll be fine," she lied. I noticed scars and marks on her body for the first time. I immediately knew she lived in the wild. The smell of fresh water and grass filled my nose that I originally thought came from me or us being outside.</P><P>" You'll stay with me," I said firmly. She seemed shocked, but joy took its place and she jumped at me,careful of her chest spike, latching onto my neck.</P><P>" Thank you," she repeated more times than I could count.</P><P>After several minutes of hugs she finally let go.</P><P>" I'm gonna go take a shower, you head to my room, it's the second to the left," I said pointing upstairs.</P><P>" Okay, Tony-kun," she said. I smiled at her and rubbed her head receiving a growl of happiness in return.</P><P>After a quick shower, I made my way to my room, only in boxers and gym shorts.</P><P>" Luna, you in here?" I asked aloud. Indeed, the canine pokemon sat on the bed patiently a smile on her lips. She was looking all around my room, taking in the wonderment of my items. There wasn't much except my boxing medals and trophies, a computer on top of a desk, and a picture of me and my parents on my nightstand next to my clock.</P><P>Luna's eyes turned to me and they widened in awe. She stared at me a good three minutes before I grew nervous.</P><P>" Luna, don't look at me like that," I said, embarrassed. She smiled and rubbed the back of her head sheepishly.</P><P>" Sorry, it's just you look so amazing," she said a mischievous smile appearing on her lips, but only for a second. Her eyes quickly averted away and a blush appeared on her face.</P><P>" So... where do I, um... sleep?" She asked. I sat next to her on the bed.</P><P>" There's a dog house out back," I said jokingly. She looked at me hurt and a tear formed in her eye.</P><P>I lightly grabbed her cheeks with my hands and turned her head towards me. I wiped away her tears and gave her a warm smile.</P><P>" Im just joking. You'll stay up here with me," I said. Her blushed increased.</P><P>" Are you sure?" She asked. I nodded my head. A smile graced her face and I returned it.</P><P>After getting into our spots. Me on one side of the bed, Luna on the other, I turned out the lights.</P><P>" Uh... Tony-kun?" I heard Luna ask. I hummed in recognition." Would you mind if... I sleep against you?" She asked. I looked at her confused but nodded my head. I heard her squel in glee slightly and slide closer to me. She layed her head and paw against my chest before closing her eyes to sleep. I looked up at the ceiling pondering a lot.</P><P>'<EM> How did</EM> <EM>she know my name.'</EM></P><P><EM>' How did she find where I live.'</EM></P><P><EM>' Where did she even come from.'</EM></P><P><EM>' Why choose me, and not someone else.'</EM></P><P>' <EM>Why does she want to be so close with me.'</EM></P><P>I was so deep in thought, I didn't feel Luna stir. She looked up at me, her scarlet eyes staring up at me.</P><P>" Anthony..?" She trailed off. I looked down and my vermillion eyes stared back into her scarlets." Do you like me?" She asked. Maybe I'm jumping the gun. I smiled at her.</P><P>" Of course I do, your a good friend," I said. She looked down.</P><P>" A... <EM>friend</EM> ," she said. I didn't understand the tone but ignored it anyways. </P><P>-XOXOX Luna's POV -XOXOX-</P><P>He thinks of me as only a friend. Just a friend. I want to be more than that. I want him, no NEED him to love me. I can't lose him, I just can't. No one sees him like I see him. He's someone I don't want to lose, and I won't. No one shall touch him, or try to love him like I do. No one understands, we belong together, and soon enough he'll see it too. I would kill to protect my Tony-kun.</P><P><STRONG>Well what did you guys think. I want feedback. I love reviews and I want to hear from y'all. Take care and wish me luck this season. I'm ready to knock some heads. Football!

Chapter 6,Lucario Returns For Revenge.

In a gym at school

a girl, nameless, ageless

lies dead in a pool of her own blood

her wrists and throat slit

by her own hands, of course

this truly was a most beautiful death

the death of a beautiful girl

so tragic, yet so beautiful

all she wanted were the finer things in life

but alas, she could no longer take the pain

the torment from the other girls

who made fun of her books

the boys who turned her away

because of her looks

the mother and father she cared for

how they rejected her

how the despised her

she was a mistake

she felt so horrible

so sad

all the time

she wanted it to end

so she made it end

she knew nobody cared

nobody even knew

until gym period that day

the only boy who cared for her most

but did not say it

found her body in the corner

cried over her corpse

while the other kids laughed

[Danuel and lucario]

I fall to my knees,

Blood streaming down my face

A world full of lies

Friends that left to hide

Am I just a monster?

A psychopath sent from hell

My head is full of hate

And soon my sanity will break

Your blood is on my hands

You just misunderstand

It wasn't me

I wasn't this

My eyes are dark

Not even a little spark

I am not the little girl anymore

I beg you, hide while you can

Heeeellllllooo

I know you hear me

Why do you ignore me?

I will always be here

Deep within the depths of your mind

I will never leave

Why do you deny me?

You know who I am

I am you

You, when you think of hurting her

You know you want to

You cant deny it

Oh, you know once you do it

You will get a rush out of it

Come on, it just takes one time

Hurt her, make her cry

and you will be content

Oh such a rush!

Just one time and

You will be hooked

You can do it

She deserved it!

The lying Bitch!

You don't deserve

someone like her

She whores around

and laughs behind your back

I will never leave you

I have been here

since the beginning of time

Look what Cain did to Abel?

I was here then

I helped with his undoing

I will be here forever

I can never die.

Don't be scared

There is nothing

to be frightened of

Look at how the blade shines

Just once, come on

You know you can do it.

Its so inviting, don't look back

Ah,well what do you know, its finally done!

Listen, have you heard something so satisfying?

Oh how I love the dripping of crimson fluid;

To witness, it is absolutely gratifying.

How lovely to see you quiver in ecstasy,

such a beautiful sight to see.

Your tears of joy do nothing but warm my heart.

Oh, how great is your desire to be torn apart?

But I must not bore you with inadequacy,

I must continue to feed your vanity.

Shall I continue with another incision?

Only a fool would dare say this is a desecration.

I am filled with curiosity as I grasp the knife's hilt;

How pleasurable are the sensations you have felt?

Can you not see how I caress your flesh with the blade?

You do not need to thank me, you realize that I can not be repaid.

Without me, imagine how mundane your world would be.

Can you not see I exist to set your most maniacal desires free?

With nothing to cover your bare form, your are bound to a chair with wire;

I hope the wire embedded in your flash has risen your pleasure even higher

Even now as I place another incision upon your bare abdomen,

you respond heartily with your marvelous screams of elation.

Please know that I am not an amoral being,

I must grant you intense pleasure before you see your undoing.

[Meanwhile with Xarogen],It was awful for Ronno, getting up out of the stream and leaving after his greatest rival, the young prince Bambi, defeated him. Since the first time they'd met, nothing but trouble and embarrassment had found its way towards Ronno. He'd been so certain he would've bet his mother's life on it, once he'd grown he'd be able to outmatch Bambi once and for all. Then again, being somewhat older, he was already more developed than Bambi when they first encountered each other, and that hadn't stopped him from besting him then. Even now Ronno would not suppress the urge to ram into a tree whenever he remembered the way Bambi had successfully jumped over that ditch, while he'd ended up slipping back and falling into the mud below while attempting the same thing. At least whenever he hit a tree sheltering small animals and birds, it gave them all a good start, and reinforced the fact that he had that much power over them. Even that one squirrel that fought back that time, chucking much of her precious acorn stash for winter at Ronno (and hitting her mark a rough third of the time) hadn't deterred him; he merely thanked her for lunch, ate the fallen stash, and carried on, proud as ever.*  This, however. Not even scaring smaller creatures and mocking them for making impulsive wastes in retaliation could override this. Faline. Beautiful, sweet, gentle Faline, whom he'd had his eyes on since childhood, was gone from him forever. It was the rules of the game; the winner got the mate and the loser got squat. He never should have let the fight draw so close to that edge over the stream, but the only thing on his mind had been clobbering if not slaying his opponent; everything around them had been a blur of black, blue and red.* Where else was Ronno to find a doe beautiful and worthy enough to bear his fawns? He'd seen the other does, and while they all had their merits none of them could equal his demands. Such a handsome and virile buck as himself could not carry out his time in life without a legacy, and the best and most concrete way to get one was to produce offspring. Once his mate bore him at least one or two healthy fawns - sons preferred, but daughters could at least give him grandsons - his work would be complete and he could continue his life in bliss, carrying out his normal routine of teasing lesser creatures, besting other bucks just for the heck of it, and fulfilling his own basic needs. Yes, that would be nice, if only the sole prospect (of acceptable standards) that he'd seen had not been snatched from his grasp. As he made his way through the forest, slowly, for his was very physically and emotionally tired after the fight, this thought reverberated in his mind. He almost did not notice the change in the atmosphere around him, the feeling of fear and tension that had already consumed the trees and the shrubbery, and the woodland creatures around him, and was just waiting to conquer his senses as well. The moment the atmospheric alteration became apparent to him, Ronno froze. His ears shifted, and he sniffed the air. Man. At least, something like Man. The scent was somehow off, mildly sweeter than that peculiar stench which accompanied the great enemy of the forest. Ronno's eyes narrowed in confusion for a moment, but as his heart began to race, he decided that whatever the difference may be, this presence was close enough to Man that it was likely a threat. He'd been defeated once today, and that was more than enough. Ducking behind the trees he kept his senses alert, calculating the best direction to take in order to escape. And then the figure appeared out of nowhere. Ronno gasped. It was indeed very much like Man, but yet obviously a different creature. The fur which adorned the top of its head was longer than Man kept his, and though it carried strange objects like those Man adorned himself with for some reason, the arrangment was different, looser. Instead of wrapping the objects around each individual leg, this creature had wrapped one around both of them. It also was much less ornamented than Man, and did not seem to carry a stick like the one he used to kill the animals of the forest. Though it possessed noticeable muscle, the figure was less stocky than his as well, and its features were noticeably softer. Softer. It reminded him of the difference between bucks and does. Does were smaller and slighter than bucks, and very much softer in their physical details. Could this be a female Man? There was a special term for those, what was it? Woman. That was it. He was staring at Woman. And Woman was staring back at him, in a way he did not like any more than the way Man stared at his victims before claiming them. Ronno had heard that Woman was not a hunter like Man, but seeing her up close Ronno was not so sure. There was something clearly barbaric in her gaze as she made eye contact with him, and her lips curled up into a wicked grin. Hunter or not, she was something he did not want to know any better. He turned to leave, but Woman proved very agile, even with the strange wrappings around her body, that looked as though they might hamper her movements. Before Ronno had a chance to sprint into a gallop, Woman had dug her paws forcefully into his rear. He yelped at the pain of this offense, and heard Woman give a devious, reverberating laugh much like that her male counterpart often gave after a triumph. Now he did break into a run, not caring in the least what became of Woman in the process. Woman, as it turned out, was excellently agile, and was soon mounted atop Ronno's back. Muttering something horrible-sounding in her strange language, she enveloped his neck in her arms and began to pull to the side. Ronno, in shear panic, began thrashing violently, hoping to shake her off. His strength won out over hers, and Woman was flung to the side. Ronno opted to disappear back into the trees rather than run past her out in the open. Woman was not yet finished, however. Picking up a large stone she hurled it into the forest where she saw her prey fleeing. Ronno yelped as the stone flew past him, and dodged instinctively to avoid getting struck. That was a fatal mistake, he soon found out. Flailing furiously as he did, he could not shake his antlers out of the branches they'd become entwined in. Stab and Jab had failed him miserably. As he relented, heaving hoarsely and paling rapidly under his fur, he noticed as, in tune with the cold feeling welling up in his body, the woods around him darkened, reflecting the evil that his raised fur told him was encroaching on him from behind. Ronno went completely still as Woman came around his side, brushing his shoulder with her paw, her entire persona at the moment wreaking of triumph and mockery. He suddenly knew how it must feel whenever he behaved this way towards others, but it only made him helplessly furious that he was on the receiving end this time, and from a female creature no less. Smarm dripped from her voice as she tauntingly whispered to him, something sounding like, "O-besosair-ittil-ello…y-ull-Iertabi-gransogahlayo ?"* It seemed to be a question, meant to stir the victim into further emotional turmoil. Ronno didn't have to speak her language to let her know it was working. He began to kick and thrash again, but as long as he was trapped in those branches Woman had far too much opportunity to duck out of his way and avoid getting hurt. She laughed again and came back as he ceased his fruitless efforts, more exhausted than ever. He tensed himself as she came in front of him again, beginning to run her paw along his left cheek. "Wh-what do you want with m-me?" he stammered, starting to shake ever so slightly. As if she understood him, Woman's expression changed to pretend sympathy. Staring into her eyes, the windows to her soul if she had one, Ronno saw the most unexpected thing he could've imagined there. Enshrouded by the evil, malicious glint, he saw something resembling greed, something that tried its best to mimic what that old owl called twitterpation. Something more akin to the former, and unable to completely conceal its differences from the latter. Something he thought only males possessed, and would never have considered brewed in any female of any kind. But there it was. And it was aimed directly at him. And he found the role of the recipient anything but a savoury concept. Although everything in his being wanted to strike out at Woman and rid him of the danger she was professing, he could not shake his confused, panicked paralysis. Until he could recover himself he could only watch helplessly as she changed her look from mockery to pure villainy, leaning in and sealing the gap between their mouths with force amazingly brutish for a female. Humans were monsters, every animal in the forest knew that, but the one thing he'd never heard of them doing was torturing their prey.* The dogs that hunted in alliance with Man were much more merciless than he was, and that was saying a fair deal. But at least Man aimed to kill his prey instantly, and did not seem interested in inflicting prolonged pain on them - though if he failed to slay one he often left them, injured and bleeding out, to their fate. Woman, on the other hand, seemed bent on torture. She seemed at least; Ronno didn't know for sure the full extent of what she intended to do. She was not carrying anything Man was known to carry, to kill with. She was not tearing him to pieces like the dogs would. She was torturing his mind, wrenching his gut with fear and relishing in her accomplishment. It was a game he was familiar with, but had only ever played in one role before. Now he was on the other side of the game, and he found the amusement so abundant on the tormentor's side was nonexistent on that of the tormented. He hated Woman for what she was doing. She mimicked the act of kissing him with pure malice, and no trace of genuine affection. He longed to escape, and finally brought himself out of his paralysis, striking at Woman with his forelegs. She shrieked in pain and surprise, but to his chagrin she came back at him with her own force.I HAVE YOU NOW,SAID THE WOMAN,WITH AN EVIL CUCKLE. Though he hit and cut her severely in the ensuing struggle, he ended up not without injury either. Woman's adrenaline began to take over her mind, and soon she was no longer in tune to the pain her captive was inflicting on her, only hell-bent on giving him back as much and more. All of a sudden, Ronno howled in agony as a snap echoed from his front right knee. In shock he collapsed to the ground, finally severing the branches that had held him for Woman from the tree. He'd only fallen from one trap into another. Woman had him exactly how she wanted him, incapacitated, in terrible pain and shock, and so scared his heart might give out. Now was her chance. Ronno, in spite of his masculinity, made no effort to fight the tears which spilled from his eyes as his captor pounced on him, rolling him over onto his side and beginning to make the most horrible, obscene gestures over his body. She periodically returned to his mouth and resumed that previous practice, apparently driven only further to madness and delight by his feeble, frightened attempts to bite her. Then she began to rub her paws all over him, alternating between forceful, vengeful, and sensual. Ronno whimpered as she rubbed all along his thighs and groin, cursing himself when his own body, against all ethics, began to respond. When she began to bite him in that same region, hard enough to make him shriek but not hard enough to severe flesh, he once again began to fight back. Ronno's goal no longer was just to make Woman stay away. That hadn't worked yet, and the more crazed she became, the less likely it was going to. If he was going to save himself he was going to have to kill her. It was the only way out of this terrible abyss she had dragged him into, for reasons he could never know. With one swift kick from his hind leg Woman's stomach was struck and she howled, recoiling away from her victim. Another kick and her jaw was shattered. Ronno raised himself on his back legs, towering over Woman and ready to crush her accursed body, but she was as much a fighter as he was. She wanted a conquest, and in her mind a conquest she was going to get. She jumped on nothing but adrenaline, yanking Ronno's unbroken foreleg and pulling him down to the side. Ronno's adrenaline was raging too, and he did not give up to fear this time. He turned and began biting at Woman's arms - the appendages which gave him the most trouble - and only stopped when she drew her leg up and shoved it into his shoulder. He attempted to rear up in return, but this proved an error as he crashed down again, having put too much weight on a broken leg and a heavily pained one. For a moment everything went black and silent, but Ronno could not have been out for long, because when he came to there she was, as sweaty, menacing, and hungry-eyed as he remembered. She was much less bundled up now, and as Ronno tried to jump into action again he discovered why; Woman had taken her wrappings, which had gotten badly shredded in their struggle, and bound Ronno's legs with them. As he tried to break the bonds he found they were extremely tight, and in his pain, fear and exhaustion he could not yet free himself. He once more became stiff as she crawled on top of him, sneering, snarling, her hungry lust dancing its dance of triumph in her eyes as she hissed something like "Ickree!" And then Ronno blacked out again. / After the tremendous fire had finally died down, Bambi and his father examined the remains of the forest for any survivors. They had split up in order to speed up progress, and Bambi found himself travelling through the grove where he and his enemy Ronno had fought their last battle for Faline. Although Bambi did not even pretend to like Ronno, he couldn't help wondering if the buck had survived the fire - he certainly would get no joy out of it if he had perished. Unless Ronno had moved on he would have been smart to stay near the stream; the waterline especially on the far side was hardly damaged. Bambi was heading this way in his search for surviving animals anyway, and he thought with minor apprehension that it was quite possible they might run into each other again. Well, unless Ronno had absolutely no honour at all, there was nothing he could try on Bambi now, and it was likely he did not stick around anyway. He did not take defeat with ease, but he was so vain that he'd no doubt pick himself up again, travel somewhere else, and carry on in his boorish fashion as if his rivals here had never existed. As Bambi continued on through the fairly undamaged part of the forest, he could not have prepared himself for what he saw. "R-Ronno?" Bambi gasped as he saw the familiar dark umber-coloured buck hobbling along the trail in his direction. He looked ghastly. Something terrible had obviously happened to him; he'd been nowhere near this badly injured when Bambi had last seen him. Where had those gashes and bald patches in his fur, as if something had yanked and torn viciously at him, come from? How did his foreleg get so badly injured - it looked broken! What was causing him to walk with his hind legs so close together, always folding one directly in front of the other with each step, as if his buckhood was in great pain? Most of all, where had all the dried blood and torn pieces of flesh caked to his antlers come from? Ronno started when he heard Bambi's voice, but instead of attempting to charge (probably because he was in no condition to do it) or even to snarl a cold, "What do you want?" at him, Ronno almost looked…. relieved to see him. There was a strange, faraway look in his eyes, a frightened look, like a rodent who'd just narrowly escaped a predator, who was not sure if it was safe to come out of its den yet, and had no intention of doing so even if it was. Ronno opened his mouth to speak, then collapsed onto his knees, keeling over to the side. Bambi darted over to him, sympathetic worry in his voice as he gasped, "What happened?" Ronno thought back against his will to the horror he'd just experienced. Once he'd finally broken the bonds on his legs he'd made short work of Woman. But all the things she'd achieved before that… He had no intention at all of divulging the details to Bambi. This was one battle he did not desire to brag about, and in fact the fewer animals knew about it the better. The only think he could bring himself to choke out, while fighting the tears he'd be damned if he let fall in front of an old rival, was: " Woman  was in the forest." <p style='text-align:center;'>The End. Author's notes: Well. That's the first time I've ever composed something so dark. Turning the lights on again, I'll elaborate on the notes I've pointed out in the text: *I'm not certain if any species of deer actually eats acorns, but Disney's taken it's fair share of poetic license with nature; no reason for a fanfic based on Disney not to. *That's a clever (If I might say so) reference to some of the colouring of the background in the fight scene between Bambi and Ronno. *Woman's two lines, in case anyone wanted to know, are respectively, "Don't be so scared, little fellow! Why would I hurt a big, handsome guy like you?", and "Victory!". I tried to envision how Ronno might hear her words - noting that he does not understand human speak to begin with, and that he is terrified at the moment. *Only, of course, because the ones the creatures in that forest have encountered have been the "shoot to kill" kind, not the "let's whip and lance'em" kind. I hope I've not traumatized any other Ronno fans reading this, but I couldn't resist the idea when it presented itself, and I think it's a good development for me as a writer, noted mostly for light-hearted, zany, comical concepts, to try something a little more macabre. Good writing comes from those with versatile imagination, after all. I'm probably not going to add anything onto this story, but I'll rest assure those concerned that Ronno makes as complete a recovery as is possible after such an encounter, but his ego? I dunno…

[meanwhile with the woman]

the woman takes off her mask,revealing that is was xarogen,the entire time.

hehehe,giggled xarogen,that was fun and funny,just the he tried run away,hahahaha,

[MEANWHILE WITH XAROGEN AND XAROBELLA,The two hybrid girls,

MANAGED TO MAKE KIARA AND NALA GET CORRUPTED,AND Started BECOME HORRIFICALLY VILLAIN-LIKE.

; Yeah,it's escalating THAT QUICKLY.]

Scar, Elizabeth and Rosa entered the pride lands. Nala saw them and growled. Kiara was looking at her mother in fear and she gulped at the murderous look her mother was giving. " Elizabeth I exlied you and your father so this is the brat." Nala said seeing Rosa who hid behind her mother and Elizabeth growled "Leave my daughter out of this Nala your business is with me." Elizabeth said as Nala smiled and was closing in on Elizabeth " Mama stop, this isn't right" Kiara said scared and Nala turned her head  "Shut up you little brat!" Nala said hitting Kiara and Elizabeth gasped "How could you do that to your own child, your not fit to be a mother Nala." Elizabeth said as Nala growled and launched at Elizabeth Scar tackled Nala then Elizabeth saw blood she screamed for help then dust covered the field. Simba and Mufasa just got there. Rosa ran to her father as Elizabeth looked scared. " Daddy. Daddy,.Daddy?" Elizabeth said as she looked around and found both Nala's and Scar's body's Nala was dead and Scar was bleeding. Elizabeth ran to him and started crying. He opened his eyes and smiled at her. " Shh daddy's here Elizabeth." Scar said as she nuzzled him and he smiled " Daddy let uncle Mufasa get Raffik." Elizabeth said as he shook his head and she cried " Don't cry for me my sweet daughter your the best thing that has happened to me, I love you, my granddaughter, my nephew and Brother # breath# my time has finally come I'll be with your mother." Scar said smiling and closing his eyes " No daddy, daddy don't leave me please, please." Elizabeth pleaded and Simba nuzzled his wife Yes the valley got greener, yes Elizabeth was home with her husband and daugther and yes the family was together. Kiara was adopted by Elizabeth even though she was Nala's daughter Elizabeth had a motherly heart. Simba and Elizabeth were finally together but Elizabeth lost her father.<

Cover my eyes  Cover my ears  Tell me these words are a lie  It cant be true  That I'm losing you  The sun cannot fall from the sky  Can you hear heaven cry  Tears of an angel  Tears of aaaaaaaa...  Tears of an angel  Tears of an angel. Stop every clock Stars are in shock  The river will flow to the sea  I wont let you fly  I wont say goodbye  I wont let you slip away from me  Can you hear heaven cry  Tears of an angel  Tears of aaaaaaaa...  Tears of an angel  Tears of an angel. So hold on Be strong  Everyday on we'll go  I'm here, dont you fear  Little one dont let go  (ooooooooooohhhhhhhhh)  Dont let go  (ooooooooooohhhhhhhhh)  Dont let go  (ooooooooooohhhhhhhhh)  Cover my eyes  Cover my ears  Tell me these words are a lie

'Brrrr',shivered Danuel,it's gettig cold,where Eddy with those doggone eggs.

[Meanwhile...]

And missed! The egg fell past them and hit the floor with a crack. "Uh oh," Wolf said. "NO!" Eddy shouted. He ran over towards the cracked egg. It didn't break it just had a large crack on the top. "This is because of you two!" he said pointing at Ed and Wolf. "Why me?" Wolf asked surprised. "If monobrow didn't steal the egg it wouldn't have fallen! And if you caught it it wouldn't have this crack!" "Don't blame me!" she said, "If you didn't freak out and crash into Ed it wouldn't have flew in the air causing it to crash!" "If I may-" "Not mow sock head!" Eddy and Wolf said in union. "Hey! Stop stealing my nickname for him!" Eddy shouted at Wolf. "Don't get us off track!" Wolf said. "Why would I even do that?" he asked. "Because you know I already won! Snap!" she snapped her fingers three times in a Z formation. "Whatever," Eddy said under his breath, "Double D, how's it look?" "I'm hate to tell you this Eddy but, I'm not sure. I don't have the information to say it's alright," he said slowly ending with a fake smile. "What!? How do not know?" Eddy desperately asked. "Well, I can't obtain any information until we get there." "Don't worry I'm sure it's fine," Wolf said. "That's what the hero said in the Mutant Moles movie before he was eaten!" Ed said. "That's not helping!" Eddy shouted. "I think I saw that movie too," Wolf said. "Stop it!" Eddy shouted even louder. "Why? I just said I saw the movie," Wolf told him. There bickering went on and on and on. In fact it went on so long they didn't start to cool down until they got off the ferry. ... "Look let's just get on this train and not talk to each other for the rest of our lives," Wolf said as they got on. They all watched as Nazz struggled to get her suitcase on the train. "All abroad!" said the conductor. They boarded the train there was a boy sitting alone in a booth. He had blonde hair, he was wearing a green hoodie and camo shorts with black high tops. Next to him was and egg and was reading some sort of breeder magazine. "Hey Eddy," Wolf said nudging Eddy with her elbow. "What do you want?" he asked still angry at her. "He looks pretty smart, why not just ask him about the egg?" "I guess...sock head, go ask him about the egg!" Eddy demanded. "Why me?" Edd asked. "Because I don't trust these two," he said pointing to Ed and Wolf. "...Very well then," he mumbled taking the egg. He walked over to the boy and tapped him on the shoulder. The boy looked up from the magazine. "Excuse me, but do know anything about Pokemon eggs?" Edd asked politely. "Uh, yeah sure," he responded and looked at the cracked egg, "What happened to the egg?" "Don't ask, but do you know if it'll be fine?" Double D asked. "Uh, yup looks fine, it just may take longer to hatch." "Thank you very much! My name is Edd by the way but my friends call me Double D," he told the boy. "My name's Byran," he said to Double D. "So I see you're interested in breeding," Edd said. "I'm going for top breeder!" Byran said. "Really? So am I!" "Awesome so your to the Sinnoh region?" Byran asked. "Yeah me and friends over there are heading there trying to reach our goals," just then Edd caught something in the corner if eye. He tilted a little around Byran to find a blue Shellos. "Is that Pokemon yours?" Double D asked. "Oh yeah! This is Shellos, he was my first Pokemon." "A Shellos? How interesting." "Don't you have a Pokemon yet?" Byran asked. "No, me and friends are visiting a Pokemon region for the first time," Edd told him. "Well your in for a real treat," Byran said. They talked about Pokemon and breeding until Byran's stop. "Well this is my stop," Byran said picking up his egg, "Double D, next time we meet promise me a battle." "You have my word," Edd said as they shook hands and parted ways. Edd went back to his other friends and handed Eddy the egg. "'Bout time you got back! You took forever! So how's my egg?" Eddy asked a little panicked. "Byran said it'll be fine." "Byran? Who's Byran?" Wolf asked. "That boy I was talking who," Edd said. "Who cares about him? As long as my egg is okay!" Eddy said hugging the egg. "Eddy! That's very rude of you! Byran is a nice boy," Edd said. "I feel like Eddy's relationship with that egg is more dramatic than it should be," Wolf was able to squeeze in. "Whatever," Eddy mumbled. The train stopped and they got off. They stood together in awe at Twinleaf town. They were finally there. ... [End of Chapter]  ...  [Just doing a little self advertising here guys and I'm telling you about a comic I'm doing in dAviantArt. It's called The Wolf with the Golden Eyes. [The summary is on the site and I'm using the same user name there and here so you should find it.]

[Chapter 2]

John drove ahead of the column, the road at this part of El Paso seeming less damaged than usual. Of course, he did not seem to notice, for the song playing on his radio distracted him from other thoughts.….then, maybe…you'll ask me….to come back again…aaaaand, maybe….ill say…maaybeeee…He sang to himself. He knew he presented a big target, wandering the wastelands in a rarity; a working automobile. Very few, if any, wastelanders knew about working vehicles, less knew how to operate them, and practically no one knew how to repair the many abandoned ones laying about the road. He did, however, belong to a clan experienced of such things. Besides, if they encountered any trouble, they had the guns to fight and the speed to escape.The road jolted him around, and he began to notice it was turning to soft sand, and he raised his hand out the top of his convertible to slow the rest of the convoy down. This part of the trip he did not ever enjoy, as he clicked the radio off and turned out the headlights. This road led through hills, and was perfect for an ambush. They had lost many people on this road.Suddenly, an old pickup rolled in front of his path, blocking the way. This would not have startled him, if not for the fact that the pickup was currently ablaze.Slamming on the brakes, his vehicle screeched to a halt. The convoy did the same, various shouts coming from the vehicles behind.Just to his left, a huge man clad in what looked like scrap metal and discarded truck tires lifted an old, taped – together assault rifle above his head and roared. At least John now knew where the truck had come from.As the man leveled the rifle down on him and rattled rounds off into his door, John ducked. He pulled a revolver from the glove box and peeked over the dash while rounds pinged against his heavy metal door. From what he could see, it looked as if an entire army of raiders was coming down onto his clan. He pulled a radio from his fighter pilot jacket (which he found in a place called a moo-zee-uhm) and yelled into the speaker,"Back up! Back up!"

Turning his head, he saw that they had rolled a burning car behind the rearmost cargo truck. They were trapped.A heavy sledgehammer just barely missed his head, smashing into the steering wheel. The raider snarled, spittle and bad breath assaulting John. He kicked his door open, knocking the ugly, smelly man over. He sighted his gun between the raider's eyes and pulled. Hot crimson splashed over him. .50 cal does make a mess, he thought to himself.From what he could see, the raiders vastly outnumbered his party, but they were all armed with cheap melee weapons, and his clan members were cutting them down with fury. John smiled, but the grin quickly faded as he saw even more raiders coming over the hills.A filthy, slightly fat raider girl lunged at him with what looked like a shiv-made-spear from a broom stick. He easily sidestepped the clumsy attack, and smashed his pistol into the back of her head. She crumpled to the ground and did not rise.Another raider came to him, weapon raised high over head, and John dispatched the man by shooting him in the gut. He heard footsteps behind him, and ducked just in time as a sharpened piece of metal swung over his head. He turned and drove his six inch blade into the raider's chin. (yet another item from the moo-zee-uhm) Blood streamed down his hand, and with a look of evident disgust, pushed the raider away.John walked towards the center vehicle, just as a raider's body fell to the floor behind it, headless. Another raider approached from the side, and was hit in the templed with the recently deceased raider's severed head. Turning to look, he saw his partner, Francis, engaged in melee with a comically huge machete. The huge man chopped and stabbed, removing limbs and making a bloody mess of things. Another raider tried to sneak up behind the huge man, to his own demise. Grabbing the machete with both hands, Francis swung the blade like a baseball bat, rending the raider in two, from waist to shoulder."I'm glad we are on the same side!" John shouted.The big man laughed heartily, as a plume of red liquid burst from his chest. He looked at John confused, before another three eruptions followed, felling Francis to the floor."No!" John screamed as he turned, seeing the raider leader sighting on him from his position on the hill.The raider leader threw his weapon down in disgust, and dropped into cover as John pulled his revolver up to sight and pulled, just missing his target"You motherfucker!" John screamed, and in answer a rocked sailed through the air and hit him in the side of the head. He fell to one knee, as his vision went hazy. It was then when the raider leader appeared, and started to run towards him, hatchet in hand. John raised his revolver to shoot, but as he brought the weapon up, nausea and dizziness assailed him, and he fell to the ground.The raider drew closer.John got back up, and leveled his revolver again, but his vision was so hazy that he could barely even see; it was like opening eyes underwater.The raider was in striking distance now, but then he suddenly stopped. From this close distance, he could see the fear in the man's face (even though he had shown his courage charging a man with a gun). He was not looking at John, yet at something over John's shoulder.There was a roar, something huge and terrible. Screams followed. Panic.The raider leader grabbed John, sat him up against the rear bumper of his car, and ran. He dropped his hatchet, not bothering to pick it up as he ran for the darkness in the desert. John leveled the revolver and fired, barely missing the raider leader as he fled, the sand falling from where the round hit. The man didn't even look back.John turned to see what the commotion was about, and immediately wished that he was hallucinating.Both clansmen and raiders were fighting together against the largest deathclaw he had ever seen. Some raiders ran, those who thought they could outrun the beast, but most stayed and fought because they simply had no other choice. A fight they were badly losing.One raider came at the beast with a broken pool cue, stabbing it into the thing's gray flesh. It failed to pierce the skin, succeeding only in getting the beast's attention. He backed away, just as a massive clawed hand passed through the raider's body with lightning quickness, rending the man into four pieces, blood trailing behind the four digits. Another clansmen shot at it, scoring an eye in the process. The beast roared and closed massive jaws around him. The beast swung the body at a group of raiders and clansmen, knocking them down and spraying blood over them.The beast leapt over the fighter's heads and atop the cargo truck, the suspension squealing in protest under the immense weight. One of the tires popped, and the safety ring on the rim shot out, severing a clansmen's legs and embedding itself deep in his chest. John, by this time had slightly recuperated and shot the remaining two rounds into the beast. It whipped its head towards him, as if the rounds had done no harm, and leapt from the rear convoy truck to his current position, a distance of at least fifty yards.He dove and rolled out of the way, as the deathclaw drove one of its clawed hands into the trunk of his car, bringing the suspension down to full bottom and poking the talons out from underneath the frame. Enraged, the creature swung its free hand at him, barely missing him. He saw what happened to the raider, and backpedaled to keep his distance from those talons.The beast roared at him, its mouth open and careening spit at him. With a mighy tug, the deathclaw freed its hand from the car, ripping out the trunk, bumper, and pretty much all of the left rear quarter panel. John saw that it had injured itself in the extrication, the middle clawed digit hanging and the palm and other fingers torn to shreds, bleeding black blood. It fell to the floor like oil, but it didn't seem to bother the Deathclaw. He saw that both yellow eyes glared at him, as opposed to one.Regeneration.Great.He opened the drum on his gun and was loading rounds one by one, and with quick glances to the deathclaw, saw the beast slowly approaching him, placing one foot before the other like a cat does stalking a mouse, mouth open and trembling with each hellish and guttural growl.Amazingly, Francis appeared with his machete in hand, and brought it down on the creature's wrist. It howled in fury as the blade semi – severed the hand, but as it jerked away from the big man he lost his grasp and stumbled forward, trying to regain his balance. The deathclaw swatted him away with the back of his injured hand, and he flew over the hill and out of sight, tumbling head over heels into the darkness.At this point, John saw the remaining raiders had fled, and those few clansmen who remained came to his aid. They screamed and shouted as they fired into the beast, which reared up and covered its head from the devastating amount of firepower now localized on him.John carefully placed rounds into the Deathclaw, under the chest, into the legs, armpits. He didn't know this creature's anatomy, but one could only guess.The beast began to back away, when it let out a squawk, quite possibly the last sound John expected it to make. It fell to the ground, covering its head with its claws and bringing its legs under itself, and settling into the sand. The clansmen fired more rounds into it, ceasing when they noticed it had stopped moving.No one moved for a long time. "Is it dead?" someone asked, yet no one dared to answer, as if it would bring the creature from hell back.John eyed the creature, unmoving in the sand. The holes in its hide did not close, and the machete deep in its wrist still led the bloody cleaving. It seemed dead.Another roar, this one distant. The clansmen gasped and turned. That roar was answered by another. And another. Soon, the night was filled with roars, which were soon becoming worryingly louder.The clansmen formed a circle, and by now, the blazing road blocks had become glowing embers, enshrouding them in darkness. Then, from atop the hills, appeared one more deathclaw, then another, and another, until they were surrounded on all sides by nightmarish silhouettes, staring back at them with yellow, unblinking eyes.John turned to the first deathclaw, now obviously not dead, completely regenerated, albeit for the machete embedded in its wrist. It removed the blade in its teeth, then snapped it in two when it had removed it."John," whispered Magatha, their medic and John's current love interest. "What do we do?"John only stared back at the first deathclaw; He did not want to die. Grinning, he snapped the drum closed on his revolver, brought the sights between the beast's eyes, and pulled.Welcome to the Wastelands, stranger. Welcome to Hell Paso.+  -

The woman crept up to the window, looking through grimy glass to the scene inside. Several people huddled together, surrounded by overturned tables and chairs, forming a barrier like circled wagons, though the tables were too short to be of any real use.

The building used to be a restaurant, a small café filled with the smells of cooking food and sounds of clinking glasses and idle chatter. She remembered how it used to look, with warm sunlight pouring into the windows, falling onto the soft navy blue walls and pale brown tables, glinting off the polished metal counter in the back and closed in glass cases with their assortment of sweets and breads.

Now, the glass was streaked with grime, so thick that some parts were black. Thick wooden boards covered the windows, leaving small grime covered spaces for the sun to force its way through, giving the café a dim lighting, like an old church or crypt. The counter was no longer polished, but scratched and dented, the glass cases cracked and filled with dried out crumbs. The only sounds were the soft frightened breathing and hushed conversation of the people in the center of the table and chair fort. The only smells were the sweet tang of their body odor. The woman breathed it in and let it hang on the back of her tongue, tasting the fear that came off each one of them in waves.

She moved closer to the small space of dirty glass between the boards and watched the group, their whispers clear in her ears as if they were being shouted.

There were four of them, two women, one man and a child, a little boy about the age of five. One woman had long light hair, with pale skin and pale clothing. The other had dark hair and dark clothing, possibly deep blue or black. It was hard to tell through the dim light and grime. The man had a ring of long unkempt hair around his head, the top smooth and barren, giving him the look of a candle that had started to melt at the top.

"We can't stay here," he said, his voice rising slightly but still staying a whisper. He clutched a dirty hat in his hands and twisted it around as he spoke. "It's not safe."

The pale haired woman shook her head. She had the small boy in her lap and stroked his hair absently. He leaned against her with his eyes closed, sleeping the peaceful sleep that adults were no longer capable of doing. Their sleep was always rushed, tiny slips of unconsciousness filled with movement and screams.

"We have nowhere else to go," she said. "The roads are crawling with those things. We were lucky to make it here. There's food in the kitchen and boards on the windows. We'll be safe here for a few days, at least."

"A few days?" the man roared in his whisper. "They'll be all over us in a few days." He removed one hand from his hat and waved it around the room. "Just look around. Where are the people who boarded up those windows? It wasn't very safe for them."

The pale haired woman frowned and kept stroking the hair of the young child. "Those windows are still boarded, aren't they? If something happened to the people before, there would be signs of a struggle. This place is untouched. Hell, even the display case was still plugged in."

"What about the counter?" the man asked. "It looked like someone used it for target practice! With their feet and fists."

"I highly doubt a pack of those things rushed in, attacked the counter and rushed out again, leaving everything else untouched." The pale haired woman looked over at the counter. "Vandals, most likely, dumb kids having a laugh before all this happened."

"I still think we shouldn't stay too long," the man said. He stopped twisting the hat, but still clutched it tightly between his fingers. "Those things are bound to come here sooner or later."

"And we'll be gone before they do," the pale haired woman said. "A few days to rest up and then we'll head off again."

"You guys are missing the most important point of all," the dark haired woman suddenly said, the first words she had spoken all night. They both turned to look at her.

"What's that?" the pale haired woman asked.

"That no matter where we go, they'll find us," she said. "Eventually, we'll run out of places to run to. It doesn't matter if we stay here for a night, a few days or a few years. They'll get us in the end."

The other two didn't respond and the room grew silent, with only their frightened breathing filling the air. The woman outside smiled and backed away from the window. She crept around to the back of the café and pulled a small key from her pocket. The key fit into the back door and it opened silently on oiled hinges. She slipped into the kitchen and walked across the empty space and over to the door leading to the main room.

She took a deep breath and breathed in the scent of her prey, before bursting in on them with a wild cry. She easily leapt over the protective barrier and landed smoothly on the other side. The people stood up and shouted to each other, the pale haired woman still clutching the now sobbing child in her arms.

They man and dark haired woman rushed at her, swinging a baseball bat and thick piece of rusted pipe. The woman pulled both weapons from their hands and watched as they both stumbled, the sudden exertion causing their limbs to lock up. It didn't her long to snap their necks or toss them out of the flimsy circle of tables and chairs. The pale haired woman was still standing, but the panic was sending her limbs into the same weakness as the other two. She went down on one knee and pushed herself away, clutching the boy with shaking arms that slowly fell down to her sides.

"Leave us alone," she pleaded, her voice rising into a scream. "I don't know if you can understand me, but please, at least spare my child."

The woman laughed. "I can understand you perfectly," she said, as she grabbed to small child. "And I will spare your child." She sunk her teeth into the boy's arm and tossed him aside, then kicked the woman in the head, collapsing her skull like an egg.

She left the wailing child on the floor and went about her business, picking up the chairs and tables and setting them back into position. Then she walked into the kitchen and unlocked a small trap door, revealing a stash of food. She pulled armfuls out and restocked the refrigerator, filling it with temping morsels of bread, meat and jars of condiments, each laced with special chemicals crafted to absorb into the bodies of those who ate it, gestating for hours before causing an allergic reaction like the toxin of a snake, their own pumping hearts locking their limbs and making them easier to kill.

She walked back into the main room and admired her handy work, smiling at her carefully set trap. She didn't have to roam the roads or work in a pack like some sort of animal. Most of her kind didn't. Those were distractions, scouts sent out to drive prey to carefully maintained traps. This was her duck blind, her tiger pit. The humans underestimated her kind, seeing them as mindless, feral animals. That made them easy prey.

The woman looked over at the boy, who had started to froth at the mouth, the virus inside her now coursing through his veins. In a few minutes, he would be like her, stronger, faster and smarter. She would share her meal with him and then teach him how to join in on the hunt, a new ally to help corral the wandering prey, carefully guided and maintained like deer in season, to fill her kind's bellies for years to come.

Kiara's rash nature becomes her undoing when a python gets a craving for lion cubs.

Kiara's Constriction

Ditched them at last, a triumphant Kiara thought. She didn't hate Timon and Pumbaa but they could be a bit much (the latter of whom had horrible gas that'd make her puke). She enjoyed going on her own exciting adventures but wasn't allowed to. Sure she'd get likely in trouble but it was better compared to the wise cracker and walking stink bomb badgering her to be safe and whatnot.

In any case, she couldn't wait to see what the Outlands had in store for her. Maybe she'd get caught in quicksand and have to make a daring escape. Perhaps she'd be swallowed whole and need to use her sharp wits and cunning mind to get out of safety. The possibilities made her heart pound and yearn for the thrills to come.

And sure enough, they would.

The large python's tongue picked up on Kiara's scent and had his sights set on the lion cub. He was feeling famished as it was so the sight of a potential new meal was too good to pass. Besides, the cub should've known better than to come out alone so recklessly. She had no one to blame but herself.

A sneak attack would've been effective but the python was faster than one would expect. He liked to announce himself to his prey and if they ran, he'd easily catch up to them. And when he did, he'd see to it that his prey experienced the greatest fear ever. As such, he slithered out into the open, hissing as though to get Kiara's attention.

Sure enough, Kiara's sharp ears heard the slithering and hissing and turned to see the huge python moving in on her. Normally, one would be terrified of the snake and of the prospect of being eaten by it would make their heart pound fearfully. Kiara's heart pounded but from excitement and not fear as a cocky smirk formed on her face. This was just what she wanted. She heard how her father at times in his past had to fight for his life and that's what she was going to do here. Maybe if she'd defeat the python, she wouldn't need those babysitters anymore.

The python was intrigued by Kiara's smirk and how she'd stand her ground. She actually believed that she'd escape without a scratch. Oooo, I'm going to enjoy this very much.

Sparing her "prey" the theatrics, Kiara pounced into action and began her struggle with the python...

...which went as well as one would expect. After a brief struggle, Kiara was now cocooned tightly in the python's strong coils with the only part her body visible was her head so the python could watch her expressions. Kiara tried to struggle but was utterly shocked to find that she literally couldn't move a muscle. She was completely immobile and helpless and was beginning to get an awful feeling in the pit of her stomach. She scowled to prevent herself from displaying such weakness but all the same, the thoughts raced inside her head.

The python laughed sadistically. "You thought that you could best me, didn't you? That you'd triumph because you fancy yourself a great lion of indomitable power, didn't you?" He laughed once more. "An adorable fantasy, I'm sure, but I'm afraid that you must face the cold, harsh reality of it all." He moved his head over to Kiara's right ear to whisper, "You are just a weak, little kitten. And don whatever facade you wish, I know that you are terrified for your life."

Suddenly, the coils tightened around Kiara's body and her windpipe was closed. Widening her eyes in shock and asphyxiation, Kiara wheezed in agony and gasped for air. It was unbelievably torturous and she could feel herself getting weaker and weaker. This was it. She was going to die a slow and painful death without even putting up a fight. All because of her stupidity. She could no longer hold back her tears as they soaked her furry face.

The python was ecstatic as he tighten the coils around Kiara. It gave him such joy to watch his prey suffer as he squeezed the life out of them and see them with such fear in their eyes. With Kiara, he could see by her tears that the adventurous cub was coming to grips with how pathetic she truly was. But this was only the beginning of her gruesome end. He loosened the coils so Kiara could breathe a little bit better as he widened his maw. He wanted her to experience her demise fully.

Kiara made strained gasps as she took in air when she saw something that really shook her down to her core: the python's jaws were wide open and descending upon her head slowly but surely. "N-no," she wheezed feebly. "D-don't eat me." But try as she might plead, her head was put into his mouth as the coils began to loosen up more. Soon her shoulders went down his throat, followed by her arms and torso, her hind legs and finally her tail. The python raised up his head to let gravity help Kiara down his throat.

The cub was unable to move a single inch like in the coils and the innards of the snake smelled awful as she slid the stomach but that was the least of her problems. She knew she'd be soon digested by the stomach acids in less than an hour. Now she was truly scared. It would be as though she vanished from the face of the Earth and none would be the wiser. Not Timon, not Pumbaa, not her mother or her father.

Kiara cried in sadness and then in frustration. She gritted her teeth and a fierce glint shone in her eye.

No, I'm not done yet...

[Some characters belong to Disney.]

Pain was not a foreign word to her. It was a feeling as familiar to her as the seasonal rains. Since that terrible tragedy, Nala had gotten more or less used to life's terrible stings. She still remembered that feeling of dread when Scar made that announcement. It was like a pool of blackness that sucked all out the happiness she had ever known. Not only was the only father figure she had known gone, but her best friend, her playmate was gone too. Happy days were becoming a distant memory. They were replaced by the dark clouds of the present. Still, she pressed on. Her mother and the Queen taught her perseverance, strength, and most importantly, they gave her love. Though she had gotten more or less used to the new management, there was this feeling, this dark and ugly mood in the air that she could feel in her bones. It was amplified whenever she was around Scar.

King Mufasa treated her like his own daughter. Scar was as warm and caring as a cobra. As a cub, she felt safe around him because her mother offered her protection, but as she was getting older, she could feel the King's eyes burn into her skin, judging her, critiquing her.

She could feel him sizing up her 'potential'.

Whatever it was, she did not want to know. She would rather tire her body and wear herself out mentally than keep Scar company. Even if it took the third or fourth hunt before she could fill her stomach, she kept her distance and only spoke to him unless instructed. That was easy at first but lately, their 'interactions' had taken on a slightly different tone.

Her mother taught her to respect the King. She still remembered her mom giving her tips, telling her how to address him. She could still hear her mother telling her how to curtsy, how to say 'Good morning, King Mufasa' or 'Good evening, your majesty'. At least he acknowledged you and treated you with dignity. At the time, she did not realize it but her mother had made an arrangement with the King and Queen. She did not know exactly what at the time, but it had something to do with Simba, her only playmate, her friend, her 'brother'. The first time she had heard about the 'betrothal' from Zazu, she was so disgusted that she would have rather licked a piece of rhinoceros dung. Now, she would give anything to turn back the time. Such carefree childhood days seemed like a distant memory now. She still remembered the blue skies, the green grass, and the various herds ripe for the picking. One of her favorite memories was how King Mufasa would let her and Simba eat with him. He would give them hunting tips and he would share the juiciest pieces of meat. She remembered asking the King why the wildebeest or zebra would be "happy" that they were eating them. She could still hear his warm voice as he explained 'the circle of life'.

Scar did not share his meals. And she did not want to eat with him either. Now that she was older, she noticed how he was getting more 'friendlier' with her. Reluctantly, she would greet him, bow, or do show a sign of respect. Anything she tried to do to stay on his good side.

"Yes, King Scar"

"Hello, your majesty"

"Please enjoy, my Lord"

The words were automatic and flat.

She hated being alone with him. She dreaded going to him if she needed permission to get a drink for the nearest watering hole which was just outside of the borders. Overhunting had depleted the Pride Lands of their resources. When Scar looked at her, she could feel him judge her. It felt like the heat of a rock after it had been sitting under the sun for so long.

"You look just like your mother," he would whisper. At first she brushed it off as a compliment. There was no doubt a resemblance, a fact she was proud of. It also tugged at her heart for she had lost her mother a few seasons back during a hunt. Her mother was grazed by an old bull's horn on her side. She made it a few days before she took her last breath. She sought solace in Queen Sarabi's presence. She was like an aunt, a surrogate mother. Then came those words:

"Your mother and Scar were close at one point".

Nala chose not to investigate the truth behind the statement. There was a myriad of possibilities; theories that she was afraid would be true should she ask. Questions burned in her mind and when they were particularly taxing she would go on a hunt, trying to do anything to purge herself of these thoughts. They were like stains or a crack on a perfect plain.

"You know there's only one reason why you are alive," a husky voice broke her silent thoughts while she drank from a small pitiful pool.

"Stay away from me, hyena," Nala hissed. She recognized the creature as Scar's second in command.

"Hey, I wasn't gonna eat you that time at the graveyard, anyway. Your daddy was going to have my head and give it to the buzzards." The hyena was female. She was one of the main three.

"You are a liar. King Mufasa was not my father, but he was like one to me," Nala declared with all the grace she could muster.

"I wasn't talking about him, sweets," Shenzi observed. The words struck at Nala like thunder.

"Watch your mouth, vermin," the young lioness let out a warning.

"Girl, you are lucky that I am in a good mood. You ever wonder why Scar never killed you? Isn't that what they usually do in lion society after a new King takes over?" She was a macabre mixture of death, perversity and stench.

"I am giving you one last warning, stop it." Nala said finally.

"If you don't believe me, go ask your mama. Whoops, I forgot. Heheh." She could see tears begin to roll down the lioness' eyes. "Banzai told me she tasted really good. He called it 'just desserts'".

With that, she ran. She ran back towards Pride Rock, a home that was now a derelict run down facility filled with vermin and trash. She tried to look for company, but it became obvious to her that the lionesses went hunting again. She was all alone. She found a quiet spot, letting a few tears stream down her face.

"Something wrong, dearest?" A low male voice cooed.

She looked up and saw him looking down at her from a ledge. He had caught her alone and vulnerable. She hated that. She felt like she was exposed.

"Scar, is it true?" She asked. He insisted on going past the formalities and she did it out of concern for her safety. Without going into details or asking to deeply about what had upset her, all he saw was that she was in dire straits, she was weak. She needed aid and he would happily provide it for her.

"You know you have no choice," he said softly. She knew that he meant more than just a shoulder to cry on.

It was the final nail to the coffin. That night, she left. She left what was once familiar with her. She knew the risks. She knew that as a nomadic lioness, she would be subject to unimaginable dangers. Joining another lion pride was out of the question for she needed to return. She needed to find help. As a nomadic lioness, she would be liable for unwanted attention from rogue lions. No help, no safety net. The only things she had to carry her were memories and an instinct.

The days were hot. The nights were cold and lonely. She barely ate and water was scarce. At times she wondered if she was in a nightmare, but reality would hit her when she felt thorns brush against her pelt or if she felt the unforgivable hunger pangs. The desert was especially merciless. For days on end, it was nothing but sand. No sign of life anywhere. It was an endless terrain that would test one's mental strength. Quite a few times she passed skeletons of other animals that had treaded this unforgivable terrain. She used this as a tool. She had to keep going, she had to keep trying.

Pools of water that were once plentiful were practically nonexistent, but sometimes she was so desperate that she would take the hot water and 'drink'. Sometimes the water would be nothing more than mud. She believed that as long as she felt pain, it mean that she was still alive and that she must soldier on.

Her muscles tensed, and her vision blurred from lack of nutrition. She tried catching random antelope but they had leapt away before she could even attempt to catch them. Her concentration was beginning to be compromised. She tried speaking to the birds in the trees but they would ignore her. They called her a 'she-demon'. She did not blame them and yet no matter how hard she tried to convince anyone that she was not hunting, no one was willing to help. Who would trust anyone who had sharp teeth and claws? She was almost lucky when she caught the attention of a gazelle baby. It was only a few weeks old. She tried to appeal to him and he seemed interested in helping the 'nice lady lion' but his mother ran up and shooed Nala away. She tried to reason and tried to explain that she was not hunting, but the mother would not have it. Soon, the males came charging forward with their horns aiming at Nala.

"Excuse me, can you help me?" She said as she looked up the trees.

"Well, what do we have here?" The monkeys hooted. "It's a live one! Where's your family, hon?" One of the older ones asked.

"I-I am alone," she began.

"Awww, look the poor baby is all by herself!"

"Don't believe her! She probably has her friends hiding in the brush somewhere!" They cackled.

"No, that's not it. I need your help!" Nala shouted back.

"Well, you made it this far—!"

"You know, I used to know a lion once," a younger one pointed out.

"What happened to him?" His brother asked.

"I saw him on the back on one of those er, um, what they call them, hunters!"

A hoot of laughter greeted Nala's ears. She had heard cautionary tales of Kings on patrol never returning because of these strange two footed animals called 'humans'. She hoped that she would not encounter any of them. She left the troop of monkeys who were as helpful to her as a stick in the mud. She saw them as the hyenas of the trees. They always spoke in riddles.

On the eighth day, she collapsed. When she woke up, she had no idea for how long she was out. She proceeded with her journey with her legs aching, her back hurting, and her mind about to snap. Then, she saw a something.

Green.

Shrubbery.

Was it a mirage? Then came a smell: meat. It was unmistakable, but she decided to investigate just to be certain. Surely, there had to be someone dwelling here and sure enough, she found her target.

It was a warthog and it was a very smelly one at that.

Kopa's Story

The land was all sweet. Winds like a summer breeze. On the tip of Pride rock a lion was breathing in the cool air, his main swished in the wind, you may say it's just the wind but to the lion he felt like a gentle touch from his father. "Dad a young cub voice called from behind. A little boy cub came out of the cave, he sat next to his father. to the lion the cub look just like him when he was a cub except the hair turf on his head.

"Yes Kopa?" Simba said.

"I wanna go and play somewhere today, and have fun!" Kopa responded, he pushed his head next to his father's paws, then gave a big white smile.

"Okay, but be careful" Simba replied.

Kopa listened carefully,. Then he made a dash through the wind. Simba, staring from behind a rock, glanced at him.

"Simba?" a voice called out to him. It was Nala. " did you let Kopa go off to play?" she asked

"Yes" he told her " is that bad?" he asked her

"oh no" she said " he been pestering me to let him go and play" she said

"I see" Simba said, he gave his mate a sly look

"What" she said

"oh nothing" Simba said he walked passed her going into the cave, his mate followed him

"Tell me" she demanded, Simba dashed into the cave, she ran after him, she pinned him to the ground "tell me buster of I won't let you get up"

"oh fine" he said" I was just thinking how beautiful you are Nala" he said. Nala got up letting him get off the ground

"oh Simba" she nuzzed him, he nuzzed her back.

Meanwhile little Kopa was following a bug he tried to mimic the movements of it, until he pounced on it, lifting up his paw he looked in disgust at the dead creature on his paw. Bug blood all over his paw. Kopa trotted over to a nearby stream to wash his paw off. After dealing with that he spotted something just behind a rock. Kopa went to envisage, he leaped up into the rock, looking below he saw another cub just his age, the cub's fur was dark color he had a little turf of hair only to be tangled on his head

"Hi!" Kopa said. He was watching the little bug from a distance. He saw a very unfamiliar brown lion infront of him. It was the evil Zira's son, Nuka. Nuka and Kopa started to become friends. "Hey, want to play Hide n seek or Tag" asked Nuka. "Better go with Tag!" Kopa replied. "Oh you're on!" said Nuka. "I am gonna beat you like a slump!" Kopa chuckled Kopa. They started to tussle. "you're on" he said. The two tackled each other, Kopa bit the cub's right ear, the cub bit Kopa's tail. The two wrestled until the sun started to down.

"Uh oh" Kopa cried. "Sorry, but I need to go home"

"Where is your home?" asked Nuka.

"Oh, just at pride rock, it's awesome!"

"But not as awesome as our place" said Nuka.

"I forgot to ask, but what's your name?" asked Kopa.

"Names Nuka, what's yours?" Nuka responded.

"Kopa, bye!" Kopa whispered.

Kopa dashed off to the pride lands, where he saw his parents having a private talk with Kiara.

[Yeah, so Nuka is about the same age as Kopa,lol]

It was a very bright and sunny day. Nala was walking across the African plains. She found out, that her mother, Sarafina, was having another cub. Nala was going to have a baby brother. His name was Mheetu. Sarafina never told Nala that Scar was her father. Nala also didn't know that Scar was still alive, and he was going to kill Mheetu. One day, Mheetu was born. His colour was grey, with a drift of darker grey on his for-head, a bit like a thorn. One day, Nala went off to find Mheetu.

"Mother, where is Mheetu?" she asked.

"I think he said he was going to the forest, he said something about chasing a bug" Sarafina responded, winking her eyes.

"Okay mother!" Nala said, then dashed off through the forest. There was Mheetu, chasing an innocent beetle. "Grrr…." Mheetu growled.

"Mheetu! What are you doing? We have to go and find Simba" Nala shouted.

"Oh, hey Nala! I am just chasing a weird old bug" Mheetu chuckled.

"Well come on! Lets go" Nala shouted.

When they all growed up…

Nala and Simba got married, and Mheetu became Simba's brother in law.

[I know like weird....]

Mheetu's Story part 2

Scar hadn't been killed, just hurt very badly. He found out that Simba and Nala were having a cub, Kopa. Mheetu was very glad. Scar went up to Mheetu, and scratched his face. He actually killed him. Now he is dead. Zira, Kovu's mother, killed Kopa. Simba was devastated. Mheetu wasn't actually hurt, he just was in the same situation as Scar. Scar, his father, killed his own son? Something's just not right. Anyways, Kopa wasn't hurt very badly either, he moved to another land thinking that his family didn't need him anymore. There he found Mheetu, sleeping beside a rock.

"Uncle?" asked Kopa.

"Kopa?" shouted Mheetu. "It's really you!"

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The Lion King: My Name

He wasn't entirely sure what had happened, but he was pretty sure that whatever it was, it had resulted IN HIS OWN DEATH.

He wasn't entirely sure what that was, either. But no one was—heh, now that he thought of it, he probably knew more about death and dying than most did. After all, he'd died once already, when he had still been a human; he'd come close to dying again with startling frequency after he'd become a demon—and now, it seemed, there was nothing he could do now to stop his fate.

He was bleeding, and heavily. He must have been shot up severely, because he didn't believe that anything had gotten close enough to him to attack him in any other manner—though he could be wrong. There were so many hostiles, and they hadn't exactly been far off when the engagement had started…

He couldn't breathe easily. He was gasping, shallowly, through his own blood, and it felt that there was a significant weight on his chest that was further constricting his airflow.

All of this was so. And yet, Kifo didn't feel himself drifting away, or falling, or doing much other than lying there in severe pain and exhaustion. He would die, soon, but it seemed that he had minutes of suffering and anxiety to go before that finally happened.

He heard sobbing—soft, nearby—but it wasn't his. It wasn't his because he was too exhausted and injured to cry.

Kifo tried to sit up—a searing pain shot through his abdomen and he fell back down. So, he tried to turn his head, at least, to see what was going on—and he could see something behind him, just at the very edge of his peripheral vision—but what was it?

Like Charleton Heston, Kifo would only give up his gun when it was pried from his cold, dead fingers. He was neither cold nor dead yet—and so, he was still armed. He willed his fist to close—his fingers tightened somewhat around the familiar handle of his machinegun, but he didn't have the strength to lift it up.

He shut his eyes—and then he took what was surely the last leap of faith in his life.

"Kochai."

The sobbing abruptly stopped.

"Don't worry… I'm still here." Kifo groaned, then, almost too quietly to hear—but that didn't change anything. As he'd said, he was still there.

There was a sound of brief, rapid motion just out of his field of view, and a second later, the young tigress was directly in front of him. She seemed shocked, though Kifo couldn't be sure—she was so close that he couldn't see her expression properly.

"What is it?" he grunted. "Something on my face?" He tried to sit up again—and this time the pain was so severe that for a full ten seconds, he couldn't even think.

"N-no, big brother Kifo," Kochai said. She seemed to have calmed down a little bit—the pale blur of motion that had suggested that her tail had been lashing around until then had faded. "But I have never seen you like this before… you look a lot like big brother Raj."

"You know, you don't have to address me like that… "big brother Kifo" and all. I do have a name, after all." Almost immediately, Kifo regretted saying that—because he didn't have a name, not really. …Well, he had a name, probably; he just couldn't remember it for the life of him.

"Big brother," Kochai said slowly, a long minute later, "I did not know… that you were also a human…"

That revelation was shocking. Kifo's eyes opened wide—but he resisted the instinct to stand up immediately and confirm what Kochai had said. He remained prone, though after a moment of Herculean effort, he lifted his neck up and managed to look down at his chest.

Huh. That was interesting—Kochai was right, he was a human. There was no mistaking it—no longer was he a dark, musclebound warrior—now he was as he had been for most of his existence. He was quite thin, borderline frail, and pale. How Kochai had recognized him at all was a miracle in itself, but Kifo didn't question it.

Kochai was now checking him from head to toe—everything about him was normal for a human; at least, a human covered in blood, much of which was his own, and injured, and dying. She used her somewhat diminutive paws to attempt to put pressure on Kifo's many wounds—but it was useless. Half of his internals were ruptured, and how the demon managed to cling to life even then was beyond miraculous.

Kochai's behavior changed, then—Kifo noticed it. For a moment, she simply stood back and looked at him, perhaps sadly—then she sat down next to his shoulder and rubbed the smooth bluntness of her head against the side of Kifo's face.

"You were very brave today, big brother Kifo… before everything ended, you fought so hard. You saved me, big brother Kifo… thank you." She moved forward somewhat and lay down on her side with her face against the human's.

What Kifo felt then was unlike anything else he'd ever felt in life or death. He felt his mouth go dry in a way that didn't seem possible, considering that blood was still flowing down his throat—and for a long, long moment, he was speechless. The soft, warm feeling against his flesh didn't change, but for as long as he could, he felt it, analyzed it, enjoyed it—and dared consider that perhaps, after all, his existence would not vanish out without any satisfaction or happiness whatsoever.

"I could have done a lot better," he murmured. "…Maybe not today. But before… and before that." His mind, inexorably, looked back over the dark times before Freak had defeated him—he'd done so much evil in so little time, and before that… well, it couldn't be said that he'd did anything truly terrible, but he'd never justified his own existence, not even to himself.

He coughed, spraying blood all over what few patches of pale, unmarred flesh remained (and all over Kochai, too—but she didn't flinch or leave him).

Now, it seemed, just as he was starting to feel—anything, really—his time was up. Fate, it could be said, was cruel—but Kifo did not think so. Rather than feeling anger at the fact that his existence was ending, he felt gratitude, of all things—for a long moment, he tried to figure out why before he realized that he was simply very, very happy that Kochai was still at his site.

Kifo rasped—he had minutes left at best. He concentrated, hard, and after a few seconds he was able to bring his hand up and place it on the sleek cream orange tufts of fur on Kochai's ruff. With trembling fingers that were now largely out of his control, he stroked the kitten, or attempted to—he didn't have enough energy, enough control…

There were footsteps, then—approaching footsteps. Someone big was coming, and fast—Kochai noticed it and so did Kifo. The boy tried to lift his gun; he wasn't going to let the final thing he saw be Kochai's death—

"Big brother! You're back!"

Somehow, Kifo knew exactly who was coming. Kochai didn't need to say his name—the awe, pride, and affection in her voice were impossible to mistake. From its position several inches in the air, Kifo's gun fell, for the last time. He'd overexerted himself and torn his pectoral and bicep all at once. His vision started to blur, but Kifo did not allow himself to pass out or fade away—not just yet.

But he couldn't stop his eyes from failing to focus. The sound of the li-tigon's approach increased in amplitude as Freak got closer—Kifo couldn't hear anything less significant than that. He was too tired.

"You killed him… …is it over?" There was no way that Freak would return with his task unfinished—but Kifo had to know without a shadow of a doubt that the Master of darkness was dead. He had to know that the cause of everything bad that had happened in the past months had been rooted out and exterminated—so imagine, then, the relief that flooded the boy's mind when Freak answered.

"He's dead," the li-tigon affirmed in a curt, gruff, attack of a voice. "It's over. …What happened…?"

Kifo could picture Freak tilting his large, scarred head in just the way that he always had, although he couldn't see it. His vision, now, was too blurred for much more than vague colors and shapes to be inputted into his mind—regardless, he grinned, resisting the need to cough again.

"I was… surprised," the boy managed to choke out. "Surprised… big time. I… jumped out of my body, see?"

There was no laughter. There was little humor—apart from the flash of liveliness that passed over Kifo's face, it was unlikely that Freak, or Kochai, or least of all Freak's brother felt anything akin to amusement. And yet, that answer tied everything together in a way that a more serious response could not. Kifo's existence had started out with black humor—and, it seemed, it would end with the same.

Kifo felt a force against him—he didn't know what it was or if it even existed, in the physical sense, but it was definitely there. Almost alarmed, he tried to look around—but it was useless. He allowed his eyes to fall shut as he lay back and resigned himself to his fate, whatever it was.

He was being pulled, for certain, though he still wasn't sure how it was happening. There was silence, for a moment—then Kochai spoke, from a position so close and yet so far away.

"Big brother Kifo… I'll never forget about you. I'll think about you every day and I shall also pray for you for a whole year, yes?" She touched him, then—but Kifo didn't know how or where. He was being pulled quite powerfully, now; it took conscious effort to resist.

"Means a lot to me, Kochai," the human murmured. The world was ending—things were collapsing around him, replaced with darkness, static—and something else. The world was ending, but something else was replacing it—was it possible—was he going back?

Kifo felt fear, then, but not of death. What he feared was returning to the life he'd know before—he didn't want to; he'd absolutely rather die—he had to stay. He tried to pull against the ground, rapidly being yanked out from underneath him—but it was useless. He was going back to the city.

His mind raced—there had to be something he could do. There had to be something—and then Kifo remembered. He remembered his name.

It wasn't particularly exotic, nor was it special on its face in any other way—but it was his own, personal name. He knew his name…

With that knowledge came a revelation. He'd survived—in a manner, at least—for months without even knowing who he was. When he got back… what was stopping him, what was holding him back? There were obstacles, no doubt—but he had lived without his name for months. He could defeat self-created foes—he'd already defeated the crushing, terrible lack of personhood that had turned him into a demon.

It would not be easy, and if Kifo's end goal was simply self-validation, it might not have been worth it. But he had work for him, waiting at home—important work. He'd fought to the breaking point for beings he'd only known for several hours of waking time, after all—by comparison, he ought to fight for the rest of his life for his own human brothers and sisters.

"Kifo… …good luck… Fare well."

That was Freak's voice. How he heard it was a miracle in itself, since, just then, he felt that he was between worlds—outside of one but not quite yet in the other.

"Me?... I'm not Kifo." He grinned, then—how?—and cracked his neck. "My name is Jake."

He let that sink in, for a moment—then spoke in a tone far more calm and sincere than the somewhat cocky, overconfident smirk he'd previously employed. "I'll… see you guys later, alright? Maybe not in this life… but I will see you again, Kochai… you too, bro."

He thought, briefly—but nothing remained unsaid between them. So, he simply smiled—and let go.

There was motion and there was noise and light and confusion. The boy was stretched out, chopped up and compressed and then rearranged—and then, with an audible pop—he was back.

There was rain. Rain, darkness, cold—and there was screaming. There was also blood, although not much in comparison to the amounts he was used to seeing—and there was pain, too. There wasn't much, but there was enough to focus on and grasp and use to pull himself up and out of the darkness—

He fully came to his senses a moment later. He was on the ground, with his gun in his hand; he was bleeding, he was hurt, but he was also vitally, functionally alive.

There were lights—there was noise. There was also smoke and pollution and a thousand other scents too subtle and indistinct that he was unable to differentiate them—and there were also alarms.

Times Square, New York City—it was well-policed. Even then, squad cars and officers were approaching fast—there was no time—he had to go.

There were people—there were a hundred shocked faces in the dark gray of the city. He looked over them all, and very nearly felt hate—but he clamped down on his emotions and got to his feet.

There was more screaming. He slipped his gun into his waistband and held up his empty hands—but the screaming continued even after he started to run.

Shouts, authoritative and loud in nature, followed him—but bullets, fortunately, did not. There were too many people around; there was too much noise, too much light, too much dark, sound, presence and confusion for anyone to dare take a shot—he had a chance. He had half a chance to get away.

And so he ran.

He ran fast and he ran hard. First, he parted the screaming crowds, but in time, he was just another face in the darkness—just another lone man in a sea of a thousand lone men. He was bleeding, a little, and disoriented still—but he was alive.

He looked to the sky and felt water run down his face, but he did not close his eyes. Above there was grey; all around him was gray—no. No, wait a moment—something was happening, something was changing. The rain was slowing down—it was stopping right there, in front of him, and the Sun was coming out of cloud cover. The light was not bright, nor was it particularly pleasant—but it was there, and it had the opportunity to grow.

He looked down and simply stood, for a long moment, before he started to walk to a destination that even he did not know—that was right, really, it was. He didn't know where he was going, or how he was going to get there—but he did know, now, that he no longer had to fear forever being in the darkness. Now, he knew that he was the master of his own fate—and that whatever happened to him was of his own making.

He continued to walk, then, for a long, long time. He had many thoughts—some were related to the Land of the Spirits, and the Pride Lands, and the war, and the friends that he'd made and lost—but mostly, he thought about the future. His life would not be easy, that was almost guaranteed—but that didn't matter. He had killed hundreds of powerful fighters in a land distant and locked off to the outside world—he could surely justify his own life, if only to himself.

He felt some hope—not much, but some. He had hope, then, but neither direction nor purpose, but, soon, he'd give himself both. But for now, it was cold and he was fatigued from two lifetimes of hardship—he needed rest and he needed time to think.

He looked around, his pale eyes gleaming in the subdued, late afternoon light of the city. He then upturned his collar, stood up straight—and started to go home.

"All I need you to do, sir, is to fill out this form—then I can leave." "And trust me—I want out of here a whole Helluva lot more than you want me out."

"Shit suckin'-ass, bitch-ass… gimme that—"

Grumbled, incomprehensible swearing rapidly dissolved into glaring and sneering, but he was used to it. It wasn't that he'd had worse—but he'd experienced behavior like that on an almost daily basis for months.

"You lucky that the cops out there, motherfucker. I'd smoke your ass, bitch."

That comment made him grin.

"I don't think so, sir. I really, really don't…" He'd stepped forward, then, with alarming alacrity—in about a second his face was right in front of the other man's, and although he had to angle his head upward uncomfortably to make eye contact, he saw fear, raw and blatant on the other man's face. And so he stayed there, for a moment, with a hand flickering at the side of his waist—and then he stepped back again.

"Have a nice day."

At some point, he'd taken the papers from the man's hand. Now, he reviewed them, briefly, before simply turning and walking out the front door. If a parting insult or threat was thrown after him, he didn't hear it—and so he simply entered the cold landscape outside and zipped up his jacket.

A brief nod to the squad car parked at the curb let the two officers inside know that everything was alright. They would have left, then, but as they started to pull into the road he held up a hand and approached.

It started to rain, then. His jacket had no hood, so he simply upturned the collar and hid the papers under the sheer nylon cloth, next to his body and walked more rapidly. A minute later, he was leaning over and speaking calmly, but urgently to the two older men inside.

"Tell the Sarge to leave me alone; I can handle myself. And there are a lot more important things for you guys to do—I saw the news this morning about a shootout at the projects... Took the department twenty minutes to respond—what's going on?"

The responses were predictable: excuses and highfalutin explanations of procedures and rules and regulations that had to be followed, et cetera, et cetera ad infinitum. In the end, he simply shook his head and waved them off. By then, it was raining quite heavily—and they were in a neighborhood known widely as one of the worst in the area—but he wasn't offered a ride. He was left to walk home alone—but he wouldn't have had it any other way.

After all, this was his city. He wouldn't be scared into altering his life decisions by criminals.

And so he started to walk. It would take him at least an hour to get back, by his calculations—he could have taken the sub or a bus, of course, but that just wasn't his thing. Being in a vehicle had never felt quite right, not since… a long time ago, anyway.

He might have to make an exception pretty soon, though. It was starting to rain hard—whereas previously it had been easy to navigate the area, in just moments, visibility had dropped to twenty yards at best. He couldn't hear much, either—the white noise of a thousand drops of water striking the ground and the buildings all around him drowned everything else out, and that was without the wind. Powerful gusts kicked up every few seconds, forcing him to stay still, at times, or risk being knocked off his feet.

He winced, then—placed a hand at the side of his head. Even after so much time, that self-inflicted injury still acted up…

He grinned. Times had changed, hadn't they? Just a few years ago, he'd been at the bottom of the barrel… but now, he felt like a person again. It was true that he was still alone, in many ways—he had no real friends, for example, and he certainly had no girlfriend—but he could go around the city with a smile on his face for whoever needed one.

And now that he thought of it—he had made a few of his dreams come true. He had his own place, now, in a decent part of town, and he was doing with his life precisely what he'd wanted to every coherent moment of his childhood.

Most people would never understand him, but that was okay. He had justified his existence to himself, and that was all he needed to do.

Life was satisfying, for the most part. But there were times—like then, when he was walking home in the rain with just darkness and old memories for company—that he longed for existence in the Pride Lands again. The rolling plains, the towering trees… the little rivers…

He missed the Pride Lands. He really did, even though there was a certain beauty to the city itself. Although many buildings weren't built to be aesthetically pleasing, as time wore on, the owners and customers and residents did do their share to make their homes and businesses presentable. Apart from that, he was always struck by the amount of cooperation it took to make everything happen.

Violence was a problem, and so was a slow decline in business ethics. There were other problems, too, but he had to prioritize—and violence and dishonesty were, in his opinion, the greatest threats to the fabric of civilization at that point in time. Without trusting the other guy not to stab you in the back, literally or figuratively, you cannot get anywhere—you simply can't. Without honesty and safety, nothing was possible.

He'd done his level best to bring both necessities back to the bleakest, worst parts of the cities. He'd had his successes… and he'd had plenty of failures. Were his efforts anything more than a drop in the bucket?... now that he considered that, he had to admit it to himself: he was probably accomplishing almost nothing.

He breathed in, slow and deep, and then exhaled just as heavily. Then he blinked—and looked around without seeing anything except for grayness of varying shades. Silhouettes of buildings were possible to discern, barely, and the black before him and to the sides suggested that he was at an intersection—but apart from that, he had no idea where he was. He wasn't familiar with that part of town and there were no signs anywhere that he could see.

He was starting to get soaked through his jacket. He held his papers a little tighter against him, for all the good that would do—and gritted his teeth.

Cellphones these days universally had GPSs. He really ought to have invested in one… months ago.

Even more useful than the GPS feature, of course, was the ability to make calls on foot—calls to anyone. Coworkers, superiors, pizza joints for when he was just too damn tired to cook—and, of course, 911. He'd never needed the cops before, but that afternoon he just might.

The squeal of four tires locking into place and grinding against the tar underneath them made him turn, on the ball of his foot, while his hand dropped to the side of his waist. A van raced by him, then, before stopping at the far side of the intersection—he forced himself to squint through the rain and make out that the brake lights were on; the bright red haze cut through the rain and wind just enough to blot out his ability to see anything else, like who or how many were getting out and moving toward him.

GLOCK 19—that was what he carried. It was what he'd carried ever since that fateful day, years ago. He carried it mostly to remind him how far he could fall if he wasn't careful—but there was also the slight benefit that it had the ability to save his life if he needed to. He was no longer an eight foot tall killing machine—his pistol was the most violent weapon system that he had.

But it had its limits. It only held fifteen shots, and thugs in that part of town had, of late, taken to wearing body armor that a normal 9mm load couldn't quite crack through. Normally, he could adapt and use a failure drill, or simply go for head shots right off the bat—but it was raining far, far too hard for any human being to be able to hit a small, moving target at a distance with just a pistol.

This wasn't good. This wasn't good at all. He drew his gun and prepared to fight for his life—when, through the rain and the wind, he heard his name being called.

He lowered his automatic, then, and blinked. Then he answered, with a one-word response: "Yeah?"

There was laughter, then, and perhaps some conversation—he didn't get a word of it. In a heartbeat, though, he was in fight-or-flight mode again as a tall, broad-shouldered figure approached him at a rapid stride.

He raised his weapon and lined up for a shot. Calming his breathing, he considered what would happen after he fired—he'd probably take fire from some other angle, from some unseen foe, which meant that his best bet was to pick a direction and run as fast as he could. The other man's head danced past the sights of his automatic—and then he froze.

"Sam? Is that you?"

"Damn right that's me—Sam Jackson!"

In a second, his gun was at his side. Then, it was tucked away, safely back in its holster just in time for the distance between the two men to close. And when they were close enough to see one another clearly, his face split in two with a smile.

The other man was a year or so older than him, but they couldn't be further apart in terms of appearance. While he was an inch or two shy of six feet in height, with pale skin and a slim build, Sam was at least six-seven and dark, and at least three hundred and sixty pounds of overlapping muscle and fat. Just then, however, neither man saw differences—each saw himself in the other, and that's why for a full two minutes they stood there, in the rain, shaking hands and rapidly asking and answering any number of questions—how are you, what have you been doing, what are you doing out here in the rain in such a dangerous part of town?

He was soon offered a ride—gladly, he accepted that, and a moment later he was in the back passenger seat of an old-model Ford minivan. Sam got in the driver's seat, of course—but the passenger's was occupied by a woman that he did not recognize. But she too was smiling, and shortly extended a hand out toward him.

"Jake… I've heard so much about you. It's nice to finally meet the man behind the legend."

He grinned, of course, somewhat sheepishly. He was not what could be called antisocial, and yet, he still didn't quite know how to react to people he didn't yet know. Sam quickly turned around, however, positively beaming—and introduced the unfamiliar woman as his wife.

This was surprising news—especially for Jake. He'd known Sam, and the last time he'd seen him those years ago, he'd been struggling to fight off charges for multiple murders and armed robbery. That was tough for anyone to do these days, considering the new, stiff-faced prosecutors that the city had hired—but a man with previous convictions for assault and battery, drug possession, weapons violations, and any number of misdemeanors had zero chance of walking out of the legal system under the age of ninety.

And yet here Sam was—in a suit and tie, in a vehicle that he'd bought and paid for, with a woman that he would neither sell nor send away the next morning. Jake's highest expectations hadn't placed Sam anywhere near this level of achievement—not even close.

"How long has it been, brother? Five years?" Sam asked.

A few seconds of quick recollection later, and Jake nodded. "Just about, yeah. You look like you've done okay for yourself, sir—congratulations."

The response Jake received, then, was not verbal. Sam simply smiled, before turning forward and getting onto the road again. The conditions were absolutely terrible—visibility had reduced further still, and if Jake had been outside, just then, he would have been soaked through his jacket, completely.

"Damn, Jake, seeing you made me realize… I don't know how I got here," Sam admitted, as they slowly drove onward.

"That's isn't good. I'm new to this area, and I don't have a GPS—"

"Naw, man—I mean here, in life, not this neighborhood."

"Ahh…"

Sam's wife grinned, then, although neither her husband nor Jake did. An inability to recognize certain forms of humor was something they shared apart from difficult pasts.

"Like I was saying… I don't know how I've done it. I got off all those charges… don't ask how. It's a long story. Point is, I walked out of the courtroom—broke, no job, no contacts, and with a thick rap sheet. I didn't know where to go, or what to do—I got about two minutes from robbing a bank, when I got to thinking about you."

He stiffened in his seat at that. It wasn't that he'd told Sam how he'd hit his epiphany, immediately after committing suicide—that was a secret he'd take to the grave—but he grew concerned by nature. One of the lessons he'd taken home from the Pride Lands, after all, was that everyone was—or could become—a threat.

"That point in my life, right then… it was the lowest, that's for damn sure. I thought I'd had it hard before, but…" Sam just shook his head. He seemed to have a tough time continuing to speak—but then his wife reached across the brief distance between them and set a hand on his shoulder.

"I thought about you… how you said that when you hit rock bottom, you realized that you could only improve from there—and the only thing stopping you before was you. You said stuff like that to me a lot, back in those days—but it didn't really sink in until I was where you were.

"I got myself pulled together. Went off of drugs and drinking cold turkey… I had to check into a rehab clinic, and it was Hell on Earth, but it was worth it. After that, I wandered around for a couple days… then I started to work a little, part-time shift at Goodwill. After that, every day was a struggle, but I did it—and now I have a job as a bouncer for Café 42 in Manhattan… I got my own car, my own apartment, and my own snookums."

Like many of the Lion Sheikh's readers, Jake winced at that final word. Pet-names… he'd never understood them at all, and that one was particularly mushy-gushy. At least by wincing, he didn't have to see Sam and his wife share an Eskimo kiss—all right, I'll stop now.

"I'm glad to hear you've done so well for yourself—"

"No, no, no, no, man. I didn't—I got myself together because of you. If I hadn't met you, bro, I'd be in a gutter somewhere… or jail, or a cemetery."

That was probably true. Members of Sam's demographic in the area were plagued with short lifespans of crime and unimaginable poverty—Jake had only seen so much of it after years as a social worker, and it sickened him to the core.

"I'm… glad to have helped. Really," he replied, sincerely. "I don't get to talk to old cases much… but it's nice to see that you're standing on your own two feet, Sam. It… I don't know why. But it means a lot to me."

Sam nodded in an understanding manner—after that, there was a moment of companionable silence. The rain was letting up, somewhat, and that gave Jake the opportunity to see that they were approaching a major road. From there on out, he could find his way home without trouble.

"So what about you, bro? You told me you were in your dream job—so I know better than to ask what you're doing these days. But… how are you? I'm sorry—I gotta know. I was a kid back then, and dumb, crazy—but I could see something in you, bro. I ain't sure if it's fixed yet… so you tell me. How are you doing?"

This was a question that Jake had never been asked—not even by himself. It shocked him into silence—he looked away, a terse expression spreading across his features.

How was he doing?... he didn't know, exactly, but he did know that he wasn't anywhere close to achieving the level of happiness that Sam had. He was still almost brutally alone, and brief bouts of depression and near-suicidal thoughts struck from time to time. And yet, he too was standing on his own feet—shakily and tenuously, at times, but he was still his own man. He was still stable, and he still remembered his responsibilities as a living, thinking person.

He'd gone for a few moments without answering, he realized. And so he turned to Sam, slowly—and smiled. That was all he trusted himself to do. Anything more than that… he might give himself away. People might be able to forgive him for trying to kill himself, and intending, for a very long period of time, to take many of them down with him—but if he ever said a word about his second existence in the Pride Lands, someone would come and take him away.

"I'm glad I got to see you, Sam. I got a hard job… I almost never know if I'm doing it right or not. I guess I did right by you… I'm this stop."

That wasn't exactly true. He was still miles from home and it was still raining hard, but he had to go. He didn't know why, but he just had to. It couldn't be that he was jealous of his old case—that couldn't be it at all.

"All right, brother…" Sam said that skeptically, but he pulled over. Jake made to leave, but before he did, Sam reached back to shake his hand again—and this time, they maintained contact long enough for Jake to look into Sam's eyes for a long moment.

He hated doing that. He wasn't sure why, but it just unnerved him—and so, shortly, he looked away again.

"You stay safe, brother… and keep your head up. I don't know too much about you, but I know enough—you can do anything you set your mind to, man. Just… realize that, and it'll all be good. That's how it was for me."

"Yeah."

Jake's expression was almost fierce by then. He realized it—and decided that he couldn't explain that, nor respond to any questions or statements made from this point on.

He opened the van door. Stepped out. After a moment, he turned over his shoulder and said goodbye to Sam and his wife.

Then he walked off in the rain, alone again. He was cold and he was hungry and in some ways, he was still a little sick. But he was standing on his own two feet—and he was walking. Maybe someday he'd learn to lift his head up and look at the world not with a sense of something to live up to, but with a sense of satisfaction and achievement.

He carried nothing from the Pride Lands but lessons. In time, he'd have to forget about the past and seek justice for himself. When he didn't like the truths of the world he inhabited, he'd have to change them. And whenever he felt alone, really, truly, completely alone, all he had to do was to remember that he never really was. There was one another, and then another again, just, exactly, the same as he was.

"Wahoo! Time for our vacation!" exclaimed Timon, sealing up a couple of clips on a vine-made suitcase.

"How much vacation time does Simba give you?" asked Zazu, watching them pack.

"Not enough," replied Timon, setting the suitcase up on Pumbaa's back.

"Besides," added Pumbaa, "Simba's coming with us!"

"WHAT!?"

Simba chuckled lightly, arriving on the scene.

"Don't worry Zazu. It's just for two weeks. And you, Nala, my mom and the rest of the pride will all be here to guard it."

Zazu sighed. "Well, I guess I'm not going to be able to talk you all out of this. Where are you all going?"

"The oasis," replied Simba.

"Hakuna Matata!" exclaimed Timon.

"Of course," Zazu replied. "Why would you go anywhere else?"

"Alright Zazu. Time for us to head out," Simba stated. Timon hopped up onto Pumbaa's back and the warthog and lion began to move off. "See you in two weeks!"

Two weeks later:

"We're back!" announced Simba, leading a disgruntled Timon and Pumbaa back into the Pridelands. Zazu, Rafiki and Nala were all there to greet him.

"Okay," stated Simba, before any of them had a chance to say anything, "now, I'm just going to take a deep breath. Then, in less than ten seconds each, you're all going to tell me your main concerns with the Pride Lands."

Simba took a deep breath.

"Go."

"Therewasaroguehyenaonthesouthernborderand-" "I ran out of de berries dat make de blue drink and…" "…the western border is looking really bad, zebra are using it to hide and…" "-soItoldSarabiandshethoughtthatIshouldinformyouup on-" "…now de potion could be used by de giraffes to…" "…so we've been trying to hunt on the southern border but the prey there is harder to catch and…" "soIwaswaitingforyoutocomebacksothatyoucoulddosome thingaboutit." "…so I t'ought I'd wait for you to come back so dat you could do somet'ing about it." "…so we've been waiting for you to come back to see if you could do something about it."

A long moment of silence followed as the ten seconds were now up.

"Phew, okay," Simba replied, signaling with a swipe of his paw that most of it had flown over his head. "Zazu, don't worry too much about the rogue. A hyena clan five miles north of us recently lost their matriarch so a lot of rogues are relocating now. Rafiki, we've got some of the blue berries for you. You told me about that before I left and they should be in Timon's suitcase. Nala, the lands you're talking about are on a disputed border we have with the western lands. I stopped by to see their king on the way home. He'll look into it."

"Thank you Simba," chorused his subjects, satisfied with all of his answers.

"Anything else?" he asked.

"No sire," replied Zazu.

"Not as of right now," replied Rafiki.

"You want us to catch dinner for you tonight?" asked Nala.

"No, that's alright Nala. We're all stuffed from the bugs we ate – aren't we, guys?"

"You said it," replied Pumbaa, letting out a loud burp for emphasis.

"You sure?" asked Nala. "We're going hunting anyways."

"Keep the spoils for yourselves," replied Simba. "I'm going back to Pride Rock to rest. Been a long travel, you know."

A whole two days passed before Simba caught up with his friends again. He found them rolling over in laughter towards the long grass that had been creeping up on them from the western border.

"No, wait, even better…" exclaimed Timon, "…Footloose!"

Pumbaa joined his friend again, rolling over in a fit of laughter. A very perplexed Simba made his way up towards them.

"Ooh…ooh…wait, Timon…how about, Tippy?"

Timon let out a long burst of laughter, almost draining him of oxygen. "Stop it! Stop it!" he exclaimed, pounding the ground with his fist. Simba was still confused.

"Oh…no…wait…you know what's better, Pumbaa? Tripod!"

Simba wasn't as confused anymore.

"Are you two making fun of Adrian?" he asked disgusted.

"Aw, that's his name?" Timon replied. "That's not very fun."

"How would you like to be born with three legs?" Simba snapped back.

"Wouldn't bother me," Timon replied. "I only use two of them."

"Well stop it," Simba commanded. "It's not nice. Adrian is a very nice monarch who gets along very well with us. He was meeting with me today to discuss diplomatic relations. He is the king of the pride that borders us to the south."

"Wow, didn't need that geography lesson," Timon replied. "Look, Simba, you need to lighten up some. Have a laugh! We've only been back from our vacation two days, perhaps you're just running low on bug juice."

"Yeah," Pumbaa agreed, "come to the termite mounds with us! I, for one, always get upset when I go a day without a termite!"

Simba moaned. "Sorry guys," he replied, "I can't. I told Nala I'd dine with her tonight."

"Pfbt," Timon scoffed. "What's she going to do? Leave you? Doubt it. Come with us."

"Well…"

"We saw plenty of grasshoppers there earlier," Timon added.

"Grasshoppers?" Simba asked, excited. "Really?"

"Gotta get them before they're gone."

"Well what are we waiting for? Let's go!" Simba exclaimed, bounding off into the distance.

Timon and Pumbaa high-fived each other. They always enjoyed spending time with their friend.

Simba made his way back to Pride Rock late that night, only to be greeted by a very disgruntled Nala at the base of the structure.

"Hi Nala," called Simba.

Nala cleared her throat as he passed her on by.

"Forget something?" she called after him.

"That I was meant to have dinner with you tonight? Yeah."

"And is there a good reason?" added the lioness, glaring at him.

"Nala, seriously, it was just one time. You know how persuasive Timon and Pumbaa can be."

"I haven't eaten with you in three weeks! You don't understand why I'm just a little upset?"

"I do. I really do. It's just…"

"Don't muddle your priorities up Simba, please. You're my mate. You really mean a lot to me. I just need assurance that I really mean a lot to you."

"You do, Nal', of course you do. You weren't the first lion I met in the jungle, you know that, don't you? Yet you were the one I chose to come back with."

Nala, however, didn't respond. Her expression had completely changed.

"I—wasn't?" she asked.

"Wasn't what?"

"The first lion you met in the jungle?"

"No…I—I guess I never told you about that. Lots of lions came on by. Most of them young rogues or cubs on the flee. They never really stayed more than one or two nights though."

"Why did you never tell me about this?"

"I thought I did. What does it matter anyways? I never really got acquainted with any of them."

"Huh," Nala replied. "No, you, eh, never told me about that." At this, she sighed, returning to her initial conversation. "Please, though Simba, I love sitting down to eat with you. Please join me tomorrow night, okay?"

"Will do love," the lion king promised. "Will do."

Simba was pacing the western border late one evening, wondering why the long grass was continuing to move in on them. The sun had just dipped behind the horizon when Simba was greeted to a hornbill's version of the word 'hello.'

"INTRUDER!" exclaimed Zazu, swooping down from the sky and taking his place next to Simba. "Sire, I found an intruder on the Southern border!"

"What kind of intruder?" asked Simba.

"A lioness…looks like Maziwi, a lioness from Adrian's pride. I would caution you though, you can never be too sure," warned Zazu.

"Yes, Zazu, I know," Simba replied. "Alright, let the others know where I am. I'll be back in a bit."

"Yes sire!" replied Zazu, saluting his king before whirling around and taking back off into the sky.

Nala drummed her paws impatiently on a rock slab that lied next to the waterhole.

"Where is he?" she asked aloud.

"Where is who?" Rafiki asked back, appearing out of nowhere onto the scene.

"Simba," Nala replied, not the least bit surprised at their shaman's sudden appearance. It was something one got used to after a while. "He promised he'd meet me here tonight."

"I heard your mate was informed of an intrusion on the southern border," lectured Rafiki. "Zazu informed me that it looked like de lioness Mawizi from the southern pride. Simba should be safe."

"As long as he's not eating bugs with Timon and Pumbaa again, he'll be safe from me."

The mandrill cackled. "Aw, don't worry, dear Nala. A lion cannot live off of bugs. He will dine with you tonight, for sure."

"Then why isn't he here?" asked Nala, annoyed.

"I don't know," Rafiki replied earnestly. He then pointed his staff off into the distance. "Perhaps you should ask him."

Nala followed the end of Rafiki's staff and saw that, indeed, Simba was finally making his way towards them through the thin mist that had began to form.

"Simba," Nala snapped, "you said you'd be here two hours ago. What took you so long?"

The lion king sighed. "I had to go to their pride, Nala," he replied. "Adrian has passed. Maziwi was inviting me to their funeral."

Nala gasped. "Oh gods, Simba, I'm so sorry," she replied. "Oh my," she moaned, "poor Anni, what's she going to do now?"

"It's all a mess," Simba confessed. "Sorry I couldn't eat with you tonight, they were serving up a banquet to lighten the mood. I felt obliged to join in."

"Of course, of course," Nala reassured him. "Don't worry, Simba, I'm sorry that I snapped. I know Adrian was a good friend of yours. Do you know what happened?"

Simba shook his head 'no.'

"Nobody does, Nal'," he replied, gloomily, "they're all trying to find out. It's a very turbulent time there right now." At this, Simba yawned. "Good grief, I'm sorry Nal', I've got to go to bed. It's been a long night."

"Of course," Nala replied again, "I'll catch up." She hung her head. "Poor Adrian," she muttered to herself. "Poor Anni."

"Why do you think they call them ladybugs?" asked Timon, tossing another red bug into his mouth.

"I think it's because the British always called them ladybirds, and so they were renamed by Americans as part of their efforts to break away from the motherland," Pumbaa replied.

Timon sighed. "Pumbaa, why do I even ask you? That answer's bologna! Ladybugs aren't birds!"

Pumbaa hung his head in shame. Timon was right. His answer had been stupid.

"Hey, are you two Timon and Pumbaa?"

"AAAARRGGGHHH!" exclaimed the frightened duo, as Timon leapt up and hid behind Pumbaa's mane.

"No, it's alright," said the owner of the voice, "I'm not here to hurt you. I was wondering if you'd ask King Simba if I could join his pride?"

"Pfbt!" Timon remarked, looking down at the adolescent male lion "doubt it. Simba doesn't get on too well like rogues with you. Never known a lion from outside the Pridelands. Ain't that right, Pumbaa?"

"That's true," the warthog confessed, "but I think he could give this young guy a chance. Why'd you come here, buddy?"

"Our king died," the lion replied, sadly.

"Ah yes," Timon sighed, "we heard about that. No monarch, no control, huh? Hey, why didn't you just stay with your pride? You could have been king."

"It wouldn't have worked that easy," the lion replied. "Our lands were falling into ruin anyways."

"We saw!" Pumbaa exclaimed. "Thanks to you though, we get to eat bugs all along the border. Long grass and fallen logs everywhere!"

"Yeah," Timon agreed, "the Southern border is now the best place to hang out! For every yin there's a yan. True, we lost King Adrian, but we got bugs in return. One of those circle of life things, you know?"

"No, guys, I don't think you understand. I'm not from Adrian's pride. I'm from the Northern pride. Boris was our king. He died last night."

Timon and Pumbaa's jaws dropped.

"Two kings dead in one week," Pumbaa gasped. "What's going on? Does Simba know?"

"Perhaps we should ask him," Timon noted, observing that Simba was on his way over to join the group.

"Who are you?" snapped the lion king, "what are you doing here?"

"Our king, Boris, died last night," the lion replied. "There's anarchy everywhere. I would like to join your pride."

Simba stopped dead in his tracks.

"Oh…" he replied. "Wow…that's eh…that's…"

"…not good?" suggested Pumbaa, attempting to finish Simba's sentence for him.

"Yeah," said Simba. "So…what happened?" he asked, amazed.

The young lion shook his head. "No idea," he replied, "he got attacked, I can tell you that much. Don't know what, don't know who. All we know is he went out that night, and all we could find in the morning was fur and blood."

"Th—that's terrible," replied the lion king. "I—I hate to say it though, but I can't pass judgment on you yet. I need to check the facts for myself before I can accept anyone into the pride. I'll meet you here tomorrow, okay?"

The young lion heaved a deep sigh of relief. He knew he was telling the truth. Simba would find out that he was right, and he would be able to join the Pridelands.

"Thank you, your majesty," he replied, gratefully.

With that, the young lion turned around and left.

"What's killing all the kings?" asked Pumbaa. "Simba, aren't you frightened?"

"Of course I am!" replied Simba, nervously. "I have no idea what I need to do – we've all got to think this through." Simba looked around anxiously for a second before remembering why he'd came to see his pals in the first place. "Have you seen my mother today?" he asked.

"Yes, your majesty!" Pumbaa replied gleefully, happy that he could help his friend out. "She wanted to leave a message for you. She said she was heading to the Southern pride to pay her respects to Adrian's pride."

"She what?"

"I went to pay my respects to Adrian's pride," the former queen replied, her voice piercing Simba's ears from behind him.

Simba's whirled around. His face fell.

"O—oh…" he stammered, "m—mother…there you are."

Sarabi had expected such a reaction.

"We need to talk," she stated.

"Yes, Mom, indeed," Simba replied. "Guys…please excuse us for a few minutes," he added, turning towards Timon and Pumbaa. "Come on Mom, let's go to the back den at Pride Rock. That place is deserted. We can talk in private there."

"YOU LIED TO ALL OF US!" exclaimed Sarabi, right as the sun dipped behind the horizon. Her voice ran off the cave walls and echoed out of the den.

"I didn't have a choice!" Simba yelled back. "Look, I'm sorry, alright? But there's so much more to this than you know. It would go over your head."

"I've had enough of this," Sarabi snapped back. "Don't speak to me again until you've got this all sorted out, okay?"

Simba didn't reply. He just watched his mom depart the back den. As soon as she was gone he slumped down onto the floor and heaved a sigh of relief. His mom had a knack of making people answer. If he could make it through her wrath, he could…

"Simba."

Simba looked up.

Oh no.

"Simba…what's…going…on?" asked Nala, giving him a perplexed glance as she looked around the cave. There was nothing different about it. It still stank of hyenas and was still littered with bones and hyena fur across the floor. It was small signs like this that reminded them all how recent Scar's reign really had been.

"It's not something that can be explained easily, Nal'."

"I figured that," the lioness confessed. "It also seems like something you don't want to talk about, so I'll tell you what, how about we talk about something else?"

"Sounds great," chuckled Simba out of delight. That really did sound great.

"Okay," Nala replied, content that they had came to an agreement, "if you had lions visiting you in the jungle all the time, how come Timon and Pumbaa were so on edge around me?"

"How do you mean?" Simba asked back.

"Well…Timon and Pumbaa never really took well to me when we first met. It was like they were uncomfortable with having another lion around."

"Timon and Pumbaa never met any of the lions, Nala. I knew they'd be scared so I tried to keep them away from them."

"Alright," Nala replied. "Anyhow…did you ever get to speak with the king on the western border? Their lands still look rough. The hunting lands on the Southern border are also getting worse. They've gone to ruin since Adrian died and now all the herds are scattering elsewhere."

"I know," Simba moaned in response, "I don't know what's going on, Nal'. I'm giving them all my best advice. I don't know why that's not working for them. Obviously Adrian's situation is out of our control but…yeah…I really don't know what's up with the west. I need to sit down and have a talk with their king, but I just haven't had any time recently."

"I would never have guessed," Nala replied sarcastically. "Is that why you haven't eaten with me in four weeks?"

Simba shook his head. "Nal', I'm sorry, all I've been able to do is snack off of bugs with Timon and Pumbaa whenever I've gotten a rest."

"Besides the banquet at Adrian's funeral."

"Huh?" asked Simba.

"Th—the banquet you went to at Adrian's funeral. That night I was waiting for you at the waterhole."

"What are you…oh wait, yeah, yeah…" Simba replied feebly. Simba could already read his mate's expression though. She didn't buy it.

"Simba," Nala warned.

The lion king gave in. He heaved a sigh. "Okay," he replied, "you've got me. I never went to the funeral. That's what Mom was upset about."

Nala was completely bewildered.

"Why did you lie about that?" she began, taking a step towards her mate.

"Because…well…Nala…honestly, I don't even know if there was a funeral. I know the members of Adrian's pride and I do not trust Maziwi at all. I didn't want her to escort me alone to their home…it just…didn't have a good ring to it."

"So what happened?" asked Nala, taking another step closer to her mate.

"Well we argued a bit and then she ran off," Simba replied. "I don't know where she went after that."

"But then why would she…OW!" yelped Nala, stepping forwards onto a sharp bone. Mad with the bone, she kicked it out of the way and knocked it into a nearby skeleton.

"Why would she not go back to her hom…" Nala began, but it was at that moment that she saw the dread in Simba's eyes.

And she knew why.

Slowly, Nala twisted her head sideways and took a look back over at the skeleton.

It was the skeleton of a lion.

And he only had three legs.

Nala felt her heart skip a beat. Perhaps even two. She couldn't believe it.

"A—Adrian…" she stammered.

Simba shot up onto his feet.

"Nala…" he cautioned.

Nala looked at her mate, shocked.

"Y—you didn't…"

"Nala…listen…"

"Simba…what's going on?" asked Nala. She was petrified. Simba was beginning to get frustrated with her interruptions. He took a step forward and began to advance towards her.

"Nala, look, nothing's going on. You're reading too much into this…"

"You had a meeting with him and now he's wound up dead here!"

"Nala, you're…"

"What happened with Boris? And the king on the western pride too? Is that why their lands have gone to ruin?" Nala's voice picked up with each word as she was beginning to speed walk backwards, yet she could not take her focus away from her husband's eyes.

"No, Nala, listen…you're completely off track here…"

Finally, Nala stopped taking flight. She turned back on her mate and pinned him to the ground. Snarling, she bared her teeth down on him, letting him know of how unhappy she was.

"Simba, tell me the truth!" she exclaimed, roaring in his face. At the shocked look of Simba's expression, she decided to relax the edge in her voice a little. Perhaps that would be a better way to get answers. Nala let a small snarl escape the sides of her mouth. "Tell – me – the – truth – please," she said firmly, yet quietly. She was struggling to hide her real feelings though. Butterflies were filling her gut. Her hope upon hopes was that the truth was not what she feared it was.

Simba was breathing deeply, but he knew he had no choice. He gulped.

"I killed them," he confessed.

Nala choked. Her snarl had gone and she released the pressure off of her mate. She fell back off of him and started falling apart on the floor.

"W—why?" she asked.

Simba shook his head. "I can't tell you."

"You can't tell me?" Nala cried. "I'm your frickin' mate! If you can't tell me, who the heck can you tell? Where were you during the funeral?"

"Nal', there wasn't a funeral!"

"Then why did Maziwi come to see you?"

"She didn't. She was lo…she was looking for…"

"She was looking for Adrian," Nala finished for him. "So what, you killed her too? And then abandoned the idea of eating with me because you couldn't face me with the guilt."

"That's not why I abandoned you, I'm always open to speaking with you."

Nala crossed her paws.

"Really?" she asked, raising a brow. "Then why didn't you spend the night with me?"

Simba bit his lip. She had led him right into it. Whether she would forgive him or not was up to her, and he wouldn't blame her either way. One thing was for sure though, if Nala didn't forgive him, she wasn't going to leave the cave alive.

Simba opened his mouth, but no words came out. As soon as he answered, he knew she would be able to put it all together: why he had killed them, why Timon and Pumbaa had never met the other lions in the jungle, how he'd been able to survive in the jungle and, of course, the fate of Maziwi…

"I was full," the lion king replied.

"OKAY!" Simba exclaimed. "That's the last time we let you tell a story, Nala. Kopa, bed time, now."

"Wait…wait…how did it end?" Kopa asked. "You let Mom live?"

"Kopa, the story's complete bullsh…"

"Yes, he let me live," Nala replied. "I forgave him and helped him change his ways."

"And what about grandma?"

"I never knew he was a cannibal," Sarabi reasoned. "He just never told me what was going on. That's why I was mad with him."

"Mom, you're playing along too?"

"So why didn't you just eat the lionesses, Dad? It would have been less suspicious."

"He liked the taste of the kings better," Kopa's mom replied. "After his trip to the jungle, he remembered how much he loved the taste of lion and so he would refuse to eat anything else upon his return. The kings were who he kept having meetings with so, why not them?"

Simba groaned. "Nala," he muttered in his mate's ear, "don't you think Kopa's too young to be listening to stories like this?"

Nala sighed. "Alright, seems like our big, strong king here isn't going to sleep tonight unless we tell a less frightening Halloween story. Anyone else got a good one?"

"No'ting like a good story to help wind down for bed," Rafiki reasoned, swinging down from the rocks above. "I t'ink we should hear at least one more story. The tenth full moon only comes once a year, you know."

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(A/N: I work at a supermarket. Upon seeing Halloween candy starting to roll into the store, I got in a horror story kind of mood and wrote this. Enjoy!)

"INTRUDER! INTRUDER!"

It was in the dying hours of the day as the king's trusted majordomo squawked, flying through the lands.

The hornbill, named Zazu, finally caught a glimpse of his master and swooped down to land beside him.

"Sire, there is an intruder on the Southern border!" he cried, matching his king's gaze of alarm.

"What kind of intruder?" asked the king, named Simba.

"A lioness…" replied Zazu, although there was a hint of uncertainty in his voice, "…or, perhaps a very young male…too young for his mane to have grown in. The fur looked scruffy enough. But he's heading this way!"

Simba's eyes darted back and forth. He was uncertain of how to deal with this situation. All of his lionesses were dispersed over the lands. There was not a chance that he would be able to gather them together in time. He needed to deal with this intruder himself.

"Zazu, Timon and Pumbaa usually spend their time on the Eastern border, searching for bugs. Get them to box her in from that direction. Rafiki's tree is to the South and Nala likes to spend her time to the West. Alert them and we'll corner this intruder in from all three directions. Pride Rock to the North will be our fourth…I'm sure we have some members asleep in there."

"Yes sire!" exclaimed Zazu, swooping off with a salute. As soon as he had gone, Simba took off to his feet. It was nice to know that he would have some backup coming but, for now, he knew he would have to deal with this intruder himself.

Simba growled as he moved himself into position, standing just in front of the intruder.

The intruder hissed as it took a step backwards, attempting to escape from the king.

"Why did you come here?" asked Simba, advancing a step towards the lion.

Simba was, in truth, quite repulsed by the sight of this lion. He couldn't blame Zazu for struggling to identify with its gender yet, now that he had gotten close enough, he could indeed tell that the lion was a female. Her harrowed eyes, scruffy fur and shrunken and wrinkled stature though were enough to cause confusion and, in fact, even spread a jolt of fear throughout Simba's body. This lioness was up to no good. He could just feel it…

"Just passing through," spat the lioness back. "Is this how you treat all your guests?"

Simba snarled. "These are the Pridelands," he replied. "Our borders are well marked. Nobody enters these lands by mistake. What are you after?"

"I am an old friend of this pride," replied the lioness. "Surely you must know me, my name is Edith."

Simba held his gaze onto the sunken pupils of the lioness as he paced his way back and forth in front of her. He had never heard of this lioness but, then again, he had never heard of a lot of the locals that lived in the neighboring prides. During the time between his childhood and his adulthood, he had spent much of his life far away from the Pridelands, and so had missed the opportunity to acquaintance himself with the Prideland comers and goers.

Indeed, this was not the first time that an intruder had been spotted since his return, and most of the 'intruders' had actually turned out to be quite friendly. Yet Simba had his doubts about this one.

"I shall inquire with the elders of this pride about your name," Simba responded. "I have not heard of it before and I have no reason to trust you. Meet me at the Southern border this time tomorrow. I will pass my final judgment then."

The lioness snarled back but she knew she would have no say. A few background voices began to fill the area, causing the lioness's eyes to dart back and forth as a warthog, a meerkat, a mandrill and a pride of lionesses appeared through the dense fog that had built up in the clearing.

"As you wish, your majesty," the lioness hissed back, cowering backwards and disappearing into the heavy fog.

The rest of the Pridelanders finally closed in on Simba. They had had no idea what all the commotion had been about. Zazu swooped back down from the sky and gave a stern look towards Simba.

"This was everybody I could find, sire," he replied.

Simba nodded in acknowledgment.

"Thank you Zazu," he replied. He turned around to face his subjects. "Everyone but Rafiki and my mother, Sarabi, please leave the clearing and be on your ways," the king commanded.

Timon, Pumbaa, Zazu and the rest of the lionesses all departed, leaving just the crowd of three alone in the descending fog.

"Rafiki," addressed the Pridelands king, "are you familiar with that lioness, who calls herself Edith?"

"Unfortunately I cannot say dat I am," confessed the mandrill.

"Mother?" addressed Simba. "Has anyone from our pride ever heard of this lioness? She says she is a friend."

"I am not aware of her name," Sarabi confessed. "Nor do I think any of the pride is. They all gave her perplexed and disgusted looks upon our arrival. That is going to be a face that's not hard to forget."

"You're telling me," the lion king replied. "Very well. Unless anyone else says otherwise, I will banish her from the lands this time tomorrow. She did not declare any intentions nor reasoning for her being here."

Sarabi and Rafiki both nodded in acknowledgment, and then departed from the scene. Simba followed suite, both him and his mother heading back to Pride Rock.

The lion king slumped down next to his mate in the cave, yet knew it would be a long time before sleep would overcome him.

"Something wrong, Simba?" asked the Queen by his side, Nala.

Simba sighed. "Why would a lioness just be passing by aimlessly, Nal'?" he asked. "Usually female rogues are either greatly troubled or thirsting for power, yet this lioness was neither. She seemed content, yet she did not attack nor threaten me when we were alone. It was as if she was lost."

"Perhaps," Nala agreed. "Did you get her name?" she asked.

"Edith."

"Edith?" asked Nala back. "I know a lioness by the name of Edith. She isn't quite the social type, nor is she physically appealing…"

"She's repulsive!"

"…yes, quite…but she's actually quite harmless," Nala added. "She's a friend, Simba. I knew her growing up."

"How come my mom hadn't heard of her? Nor Rafiki?"

"Because they're adults, silly," Nala replied, chuckling at Simba's ignorance. "We were cubs, remember? I was a cub when I met Edith. You had already left but I was here for her. We kept these inter-pride ties secret, just like you did with your friend, Tonio, remember?"

"Yes, I remember Tonio," Simba replied. "Alright, you've won me over, Nal'. A friend of yours is a friend of ours. I'll give Edith permission to join the Pridelands tomorrow."

Nala smiled as a response. "Sounds good," she replied. "She's a good girl, Edith. There's no need to banish her."

The fog descended just as quickly as it had the night before, yet Simba found Edith easily enough. Even in just twenty-four hours, he had forgotten how ugly this lioness was. In fact, he could have sworn that she was even more wrinkled and dainty than she had been the day before, and some of her longer, pointier teeth were beginning to poke through when she had her lips pursed, giving her a more villainous smile.

"My mate, Nala, says that you are an old friend of hers," Simba stated. "Can you confirm?"

"Indeed, I am acquainted with that lioness," confirmed Edith.

"Then I hereby grant you acceptance into the Pridelands," replied Simba.

Edith snarled. "I never asked for acceptance," she responded. "I am a rogue lioness. I come and go as I please."

"Then I give you permission to come and go into the Pridelands as you please," Simba replied. He gave one last look at the lioness. The lack of expression within her face and her eyes were making him question his judgment. He still didn't trust her. "Just remember," he added, "I have the right to change my judgment at any time. Any questionable behavior, and you will be banished."

Edith didn't give a reply to this. Instead, she just hissed out of disapproval and then took a step back, vanishing into the dusk.

It was as if a giant weight had been lifted off of the king's shoulders. It had been four weeks since he had heard of that lioness, Edith, and things were looking quite swell in the Pridelands.

He was on his way back to Pride Rock on one clear night, however, when a giant object fell down from the sky and crashed right in front of him.

Simba stopped dead in his tracks, attempting to identify what…or who…had just landed in front of him. As it rolled over, it became all too apparent to Simba what had happened.

"ZAZU!" he exclaimed. "You've been attacked," he noted, lifting up the hornbill's wing. It was all torn and mangled, and the king couldn't help but see the sorrow in his majordomo's eyes as he investigated the damage to his self.

"Think I'll ever be able to fly again, sire?" asked Zazu.

"We'll take you to Rafiki, he'll be able to fix you up," Simba replied. "Who did this to you?" he asked, prepared to knock the living out of whichever culprit.

"Edith," the hornbill replied, simply.

"Edith!?" Simba restated in alarm. "Where is she? That bitch is no longer welcome in our lands!"

"On the Southern border. Same clearing as last time. I was just doing my nightly patrols."

Simba gave out a loud roar, signaling distress to all of his pride mates.

"Don't worry Zazu, I've called for help. Someone will be here for you in a second," Simba explained. "Tell them to take you to Rafiki's. I'm going to find Edith."

And with that, the lion king departed from the scene.

It wasn't until the crack of dawn that Simba made his way up into Rafiki's tree. The king had pulled an all-nighter, searching every border for the rogue lioness. His quest had turned out to be in vain and, now that morning was here, he decided that it was best for him to meet up with Zazu and check that his winged friend was still okay.

Simba smiled as he pushed his way through the leaves. It really showed just how much all of the Pridelanders cared for each other as he made his way into the center of the room, where Rafiki, Timon, Pumbaa, Nala, Sarabi and a couple other lionesses were all gathered around the wounded Zazu.

"Is he going to be okay, Rafiki?" Simba asked, joining in the circle with his fellow pride members.

Sarabi chuckled as she looked at her son.

"Simba," she stated. "You look like death warmed over. You haven't slept all night, have you?"

"No Ma'am," the lion king confessed. "Rafiki?" he asked again, still waiting on an answer.

"He's going to be okay," Rafiki reassured him. "I'd give him a week or two. Here…hand me more of the blue berries would you."

Simba found a branch of blue berries hanging next to him. He picked off a couple and handed them over to the Prideland shaman.

"Thank you," said Rafiki, popping the berries and allowing their juices to spill into a gourd shell beneath him.

"Did she give any warning?" Simba asked Zazu. "Did she say why she attacked you?"

"No sire," Zazu replied. "It was still foggy on the southern border. She came out of nowhere and began to pummel me. I tried as hard as I could to escape. It's a good thing I did…I'm sure she would have killed me."

Simba snarled. "Then she is banished from the lands," he stated. He turned towards his mate. "Sorry Nal', but whoever this Edith is, she must have taken a turn for the worse since your childhood days."

Nala nodded in acknowledgment. "I agree, Simba," she replied. "I don't want to see her again, either."

"The southern border seems to be the place this Edith keeps showing up," Simba figured, "and it's always at dusk. I will wait for her there each night until I am certain she is gone forever."

The rest of the Pridelanders all agreed with what Simba had to say, and so they all turned back to face Zazu.

Simba, meanwhile, was looking around for some orange berries. Finally, he spotted them hanging above Timon and Pumbaa's heads.

"Rafiki, you say those are stress relievers, right?" he asked, pointing at the orange berries. "Mind if I have some?"

"They're not the most perfect berries in the world," was Rafiki's response. "I would advise against it."

"I agree, Simba," Nala interjected. "You don't want to grow dependent on something like a berry just to relieve stress."

"Well I'm considering it," Simba replied. "I don't want this Edith thing to drive me to the brink of insanity, Nal'. Yet I fear that it probably might."

That night, the lion king found himself face-to-mug with that repulsive lioness again, standing right in the clearing next to the southern border. It was to Simba's surprise, however, that the fog had cleared the clearing on this night. This was the first time that he'd been able to get a glimpse of Edith, whole. Indeed, she seemed less lionesque now, and more just wild, savage beast like. Her muscles building, her fur scuffling, it was as if she had aged years within just a few weeks, yet had gained power in doing so.

"I want you gone, Edith," Simba stated. "You are hereby banished, forever. No one attacks one of our pride members and sticks around to tell the tale."

The lioness simply grimaced as a reply, and then whirled around, heading away from the Pridelands. It was at that moment that Simba realized something odd. Ever since he had accepted Edith into the lands, he had not actually heard of her utter a single word in English. It was almost as if she had lost the ability to speak.

"And Edith!" he called after her, stopping the lion-beast in her tracks. "If I ever hear of you attacking one of our pride members again, I will beat the living hell out of you!"

Edith got the message, and then took off into a run, departing immediately from the lands.

For the first time in a long time, Simba was able to sleep peacefully. It had been four weeks since he had banished Edith and nobody had ever heard of her since. His rests, which had been consistently bombarded with scary scenes of that lioness Edith and what she had done to the Pridelands, were now peaceful. It had been weeks since he had had a nightmare like that.

It was to his horror, therefore, when he found himself awaken in the dying hours of the night as the rest of his pride ran around ferociously, chasing Edith around the cave. Simba lifted himself up onto his feet, briefly catching a glimpse of a wounded and beaten Timon cowered up against the back wall.

Simba joined in the fight, but it was virtually already over. The rogue lioness had made her way to the cave exit and ran out of the door, vanishing into the dark.

"That's it!" exclaimed Simba, storming into Rafiki's tree, where the Pridelanders had gathered around the wounded meerkat, "I have had it with Edith. This is the last straw…next sighting, kill her on site!"

"Now Simba, let's think rationally here—" interjected his mother.

"I AM THINKING RATIONALLY! A rogue lion invades our lands, tries to kill Zazu, gets banished, invades our home and then tries to kill Timon! You think it's irrational for me to say kill her?"

"Simba, you need an orange berry," Nala stated, quite frightened by his anger.

"I DO NOT NEED A DAMNED ORANGE BERRY! Do NONE of you see how perilous this situation is?"

"We do, Simba, we do, and we completely understand that this is tough for you," Nala replied gently, forcing the berry into his paw. "That is why I do not think you need this berry now…but you might as well keep it, just in case she causes you any more trouble."

Simba heaved a deep sigh. "Alright, Nal', if you insist."

"You're probably just a bit hungry," Sarabi replied. "Come on Nala, come on everyone, let's rally up the hunting party. We've had a few unsuccessful hunts recently but I think we can pull this one together. Our highness's sanity depends on it," she joked, giving her son a smile.

Simba didn't return it. He really didn't see how any of this was a laughing matter.

The lionesses dispersed from the tree, leaving just Rafiki, Timon, Pumbaa and Simba.

"Are you okay, Timon?" Simba asked.

"He will live," Rafiki stated, reassuringly.

"Those orange berries help heel pain too, don't they Rafiki?" asked the meerkat, looking up at the shaman.

"Negative. The pain killers are the green ones, over here," Rafiki replied, making his way over towards them.

Simba looked up at the branches above him. It stunned him for a second but, after a while of searching, it became apparent to him.

"Rafiki," he called, "there aren't any orange berries left."

Rafiki checked over his shoulder and looked at the same place that Simba had been. Indeed, where there had been multitudes of orange berries before, the branches were now bare of nothing but leaves.

"Indeed," replied the mandrill. "Well, I guess you'd better make de most of dat one. Here are your painkillers, Timon…"

That night, Simba found himself, once again, wrapped around in dense fog on the southern border. He was waiting for Edith. Would she be here? Probably not. But he wasn't taking chances. He didn't care what his pride had said. He needed to end this matter once and for all.

After about an hour of standing, alone, a set of footsteps were audible from behind him.

Simba remained with his eyes affixed on the southern border, however. He knew who that lioness behind him was. Only one soul he knew of would be brave enough, and in love with him enough, to venture out into such a dank and dangerous area at this time of night, just to find him.

"Simba," called his mate, soothingly, "she's not coming."

"She may," Simba replied, not breaking his glance with the southern border.

"No, Simba, she won't," Nala argued back. "She doesn't exist."

Simba's gaze was now finally broken. He turned around to face his mate.

"W—what?" he stammered. "Nala, if Edith doesn't exist, who attacked Zazu? Who attacked Timon? Who were you all chasing in Pride Rock? Who was your cubhood friend?"

Nala groaned. She didn't have the right words to answer all that. She looked up at her mate and then back down at his paw.

"Still got that orange berry?" she asked.

Simba wrapped open his paw, exposing the berry to Nala's line of vision.

"Good," she replied, unraveling her own paw, displaying another identical orange berry towards him.

Simba frowned. "Why do I need two?" he asked, confused.

"You don't," Nala replied, looking back down at her own. "But for heaven's sake, Simba, don't lose that second one, no matter what you do."

Simba looked back down at his own paw. "That's because it's the last one left," he reasoned, looking down at the berry.

"I know," Nala replied. "I destroyed the rest."

Simba lifted his head and glanced back over at Nala.

"W—what?" he stammered. "Why?"

Nala sighed. She didn't have the right words to respond to that.

"I love you Simba," she stated, "you know that. I would never want to harm you."

Simba was completely bewildered. What was Nala getting at?

"That being said," the lioness continued, "go to the island in the center of the waterhole, you'll be safe there."

Before Simba had a chance to question Nala further, the queen had tossed her orange berry up into the air and had opened her jaw, ready for it to come back down.

Simba followed the berry with his eyes as it came back down and landed in Nala's gut, causing her to take a step back.

Nala recoiled and collapsed down onto the ground, and Simba could've sworn that her fur was turning paler and scruffier.

What had that berry done to her?

Simba closed in on the lioness, but then soon took twenty steps back, as his mate reared her head back up and displayed herself to the world.

Simba stumbled off of his feet and fell over backwards onto the ground. He couldn't believe what he was seeing; but it was there…

His mate was now Edith. Nala was Edith.

And she was coming for him.

The island.

Simba was finally able to find his footing. Menacing growls were already fast approaching him from behind as this lion-beast began chasing him across the Pridelands. Simba stumbled over a tree root sticking up, and almost lost his footing and the berry.

The berry! Simba thought. It must turn her back. That's why Nala wanted me to protect it. That's why she destroyed the rest. Once I give her this berry, there will be none left. No more Edith.

With every stride that Simba took, he paid extra precaution to make sure that he didn't dare lose that berry. Every now and then, just thinking about it caused him to stumble a little bit more or to perhaps even run a bit slower, causing Nala…no, Edith…to close in on him.

Eventually, however, Simba made his way to the waterhole. He swam through it with his paw tightly wrapped around the berry and then reemerged in the center, where a small island peaked up enough for him to stand on.

Simba whirled around. Even through the heavy mist he could see the lion-beast standing by the water's edge. Her teeth were longer and pointier than they had been before, drool was rolling down both sides of her mouth, her eyes were ever-more sunken and hallowed and, had Nala told Simba of Edith's identity before, he knew he never would have seen it. The only thing that Nala and Edith seemed to share in common was their persistent fear of water. Simba knew that this was his only opportunity.

"HEY, BITCH!" he exclaimed, calling across the water, "CATCH!"

Simba lobbed the berry across the water and straight into the face of Edith. The berry burst open and spilt its juices over her. As the lion-beast recoiled, some of the juices from the berry landed on her tongue.

Edith collapsed onto the ground in agony and roared as she placed her paws over her aching head. Simba began to wade his way back through the water, hoping that his shot had been on target.

Indeed, he could now tell that Edith's white fur was turning back to beige and its scruffy appearance was smoothening out.

Seconds later, and the transformation was complete. The lion lifted her head again. Simba's chest rose. It was Nala!

The lion king waded his way back through the rest of the water. However, before he could get to the shore, his mate was back up on her feet and had positioned herself into a cautious stance.

"DON'T!" she exclaimed.

Simba stopped. "Why not?" he asked back.

"Simba, it's me, alright? It's me. Nala. I love you. I love you. I can't say it enough times…it's me, I'm Nala and I love you. But I don't know if this is permanent. I—I never knew Edith as a cub, alright? I lied about that one…but I had to. Or…I thought I had to. See, we had a bad hunt a couple of months ago and…well…I blamed myself. I couldn't get over it and, so, I took a bunch of Rafiki's orange berries on the night of the full moon. It's not something I would have usually done but I was just really bummed out about the whole hunt thing. Afterwards, I felt so much better! It was like I was relieved of my conscience. For the first time ever, I had no worries – much like you didn't when you went to live with Timon and Pumbaa. Difference is, I thought this feeling would only last one night and I would get over it. Well, I went to take a drink and I saw that I had transformed. It sounds terrible but…honestly…I kind of liked who was looking back at me. Her ugliness didn't bother me and…so…I gave her a name, because I knew it wasn't me. She was Edith. I couldn't find a way to get rid of Edith so I took an orange berry in the morning and she was gone. I was back to being Nala. I knew I didn't want to become Edith too often so I stayed away from Rafiki's tree, but I did it from time to time. Then that one night came when Zazu and you spotted me. That's when I had to come up with that alibi about me being Edith's friend because I didn't want you to banish her. But…the problem was is that you kept saying you wanted to see Edith on the southern border, so I kept having to take pills again and again to transform into her. With all these unwilling transformations, I was beginning to blank out a bit when I turned into Edith…I was beginning to lose control over her and what she was doing. When I attacked Zazu, I decided that enough was enough and I vowed to stop becoming Edith. The only exception was when you asked to see her. I wanted you to see her leave because I knew that was the only way everyone would be satisfied. After that, life went on as normal again. I was Nala. But…then we had a full moon and…I woke up Edith. That's when I began chasing Timon around the cave…that's why Edith was in Pride Rock. That's why, when I heard you saying you wanted to kill Edith, I knew I had to show you her true identity. Because if you killed Edith, you'd kill me."

Simba wouldn't have believed Nala if he hadn't seen it for himself. What she was saying made sense as far as putting the puzzle pieces together went, but he couldn't bring himself to accept that the beautiful, caring lioness that he was married to was also a heartless, villainous unnatural beast.

"What do you mean, you don't know if it's permanent?" the lion king asked.

"It happened on a full moon!" Nala exclaimed back. "It was a full moon when I transformed into Edith in Pride Rock and began chasing Timon. And…" she added, her voice quaking as she stared up at the stars, "…I fear it may still be a full moon tonight…"

Simba joined Nala in looking up at the heavens. Indeed, as the cloud cover broke, a full, giant silver orb was visible hanging in the sky above them.

Simba returned his glance to where his mate had been, but then panicked upon discovering her latest transformation.

As much as he was surprised to see that Nala had turned back into Edith, the shock was tenfold greater as he watched the lion-beast splash her way through the water.

The transformation was whole: Nala was lost. Edith had no fear of water anymore.

Simba whirled around and began on the run again. The chase would last until either the sun came up and the full moon disappeared, or until Edith had satisfied her endless appetite, with the taste of fresh lion flesh.

"So you see son," stated the lion king, flames flickering in front of his face, "that is why you can't stay up too late on the tenth full moon, because otherwise your mother will turn into a cruel, ugly, heartless beast."

"But Dad," Kopa responded, "I thought you said Mom was a cru…"

"Why, look at the time now!" Simba exclaimed, interrupting his son, "the full moon is almost up – time for bed, son!" he stated, knowing that Nala's piercing eyes were burning into his sides.

Simba pushed Kopa into Pride Rock, while the rest of the Pridelanders chuckled, watching the scene unfold as they sat around their small bonfire.

Content that Kopa was on his way to bed, Simba reclaimed his position in the circle around the fire, still refusing to exchange glances with his mate.

Finally, he spoke up.

"I'm not sleeping in Pride Rock tonight, am I?" he asked.

"For a story like that? You'd be lucky if I let you sleep in the Pridelands." Nala replied.

The rest of the group laughed.

"You would really call me a bitch?" Nala asked.

"Technically it wasn't you, it was Edith," Simba reasoned. "Besides, I doubt you'd be one who would take a berry like that, anyhow."

"You don't know me."

"Course I don't."

"Mom, Dad," called Kopa, stepping back outside of Pride Rock. "I don't think I can fall asleep on my own. Can I hear one more story?"

Simba sighed. "Alright," he replied. "Just one more, but this time..."

"…but this time…I'm going to tell it," Nala interjected.

Simba exchanged glances with her.

"You're going to do me in, aren't you?" he asked.

Nala smirked.

"For every Nala, there's an Edith," she reasoned.

"And for every Simba?" her mate asked back.

Nala chuckled. "Oh," she replied, "wouldn't you like to know?"

[''Well, would you? I could be tempted to write another one. By the way, the stories these were based on are 'Nurse. Jekyll and Mrs. Hyde,Silent Hill and 5 Night's At Freddy's,in the form of MEGA-CROSSOVER.'']

[Chapter 2]

The dark hallways were stifling, the smell of mildew and rotting corpes reaching up to clog up his lungs. Sweat broke down the man's back as he ran over an uneven grey hallway, tripping on bits of uprooted stones. The old lantern jumbled back and forth in his hold, its dying light indicating to him he only had a little more oil left inside.

The growls and screams behind him were growing louder, with something large pounding against the walls, making the entire hallway shift and groan.

It was coming. There was no where safe to hide; not even in his own mind.

The man turned down another hallway without even looking, and something jutting from the wall caught his leg. A pipe, a skeleton, he didn't know. All he knew was that he was falling, allowing the blood-hungry force behind him time to catch up.

He yelled out, but before cold stone could come up to meet him, he fell into something much more soft and stablizing. Blinking, the sweaty runaway looked up, only to freeze in fear.

An old man with hair so white, that contrasted so with his tan skin, stood there grinning down at him.

"Why are you running, Daniel? Isn't this what you wanted? To be redeemed?" A gnarled, yet strong hand came up to grab onto dark brown hair, pulling the head back to expose the younger man's neck. Daniel gasped, trying to push away from the other, accidently dropping his precious lantern as the other man's hand came up to grip both his wrists.

"Alexander!" the trapped man breathed out, pleading.

Dark lips softened into an almost caring smile, coming down to hover just above the man's forehead.

"I told you I would give you what you desired." The deep, sultry voice whispered, placing a soft kiss on pale skin.

A pounding of bricks grew louder as a red light flooded into the hall. Daniel's scream mixed with that of the wretched creature's, as a tendril of red, pulsing mass went straight for his throat.

Daniel awoke, panting and sweating, with white covers flung about him, barely covering his shaking body. He didn't take notice of anything as he fumbled for the night stand near his bed, looking for a candle, a lamp, anything.

His hand brushed against something cold and smooth, and he nearly fell back at the flood of unnatural light that hit his eyes. And then it hit him on where he actually was.

Propped up on his hands and knees, he slowly got his breathing back to normal, as he cast his brown eyes about to reaffirm what he already knew. No longer was he in the dank, stony rooms of Brennenburg castle. He was in a much far more unnatural place. The walls and ceilings were smooth plaster, with the color of a light yellow. His eyes were always brought up to the smooth glass fixture at the top, much like a chandelier, but instead of candles it held slightly spherical glass balls. Much like the ones in the lamp he had accidentally turned on in his haste. He looked to the source of the light he had now, feeling the tendrils of darkness around him creep back into his psyche, and he wearily touched the smooth surface again.

It grew brighter.

He dared one more touch, and knew from experience that it was at the brightest it could get after three taps to its metal body. He remembered nights of sheer panic, trying to keep the light on, and not understanding why it grew so bright and then immediately shut off again. It was embarrassing to remember how his hands rapidly banged against the lamp, but even worse was remembering the scream of shock when first shown how a light tap could bring on electrical light.

Electricity.

It was such a seemingly impossible concept spoken over by only the finest minds back in his home country, and yet, here it was available next to his bed at a simple touch. He'd spent quite awhile, with the overhead light on of course, watching the light flicker on and off with each touch. Wondering how the mechanics within were able to control the density of the light so well.

A knock on the door stirred him from his thoughts, and a young woman poked her head into the room.

"Breakfast will be in 30 minutes. The Masters request you attend it with them." Daniel couldn't help starring back at the lady. Her pristine skin had a light cerulean tinge to it, and her dark eyes seemed to glow the longer he watched. She didn't mind his starring, or at least, he thought she didn't mind. She didn't give much emotion, really. In fact, she just seemed to be starring blankly at him, as if he was a dried up roll that she was mulling over to throw away or not.

"Would the Young Master care to be helped dressed today?"

"N-no, that's alright. I can do it. Though, could you please turn the light on?"

With a curt nod the women backed out of the door, flipping the switch before closing the door behind her. Immediately the room was filled with light, which took the male a moment to get used too. Rubbing at his temples, blinking rapidly to get use to the light quickly, he wondered with a soft blush if the servant woman had heard his cries at all. From his nightmare. He was ashamed to admit he was still having them. Why couldn't he realize that he was safe now?

Finally, he stepped out of the bed and walked over to the door which led into a bathroom. At first he had thought the idea ridiculous of having a bathroom so near ones bedroom, but after waking up in the dead of night a few times when he first got here, it actually became more of a blessing than a problem.

He shivered from the feeling of cold tiles against his feet, and quickly moved to the fluffy mat near the sink. Reaching out, he turned one of the silver knobs and watched the water flow from the faucet. The plumbing here was amazing as well. He had seen some of the more elaborate plumbing in city households back in London, and in his university, but never had he seen it where it could so quickly go from freezing cold to scalding hot with just a few turns of two individual knobs.

Catching water into his hand, Daniel splashed some cold water into his face, then looked up at the mirror in front of him.

It had taken awhile to get use to the image before him as well.

The face that looked back at Daniel was one that he might have had the day he left to study at the university; at the age of 18. And even then his skin wasn't so free of imperfections and scars. Reaching up, he graced a hand over his cheek and then reached up to grab a strand of brown hair. Even his hair was full life then it had back then, undamaged and clean, free from the years of having to live with his abusive father.

He was young again, though the reason why scared him.

Leaning away from the sink, he took a comb from one of the drawers and quickly ran it through his hair to make it look more presentable. After that he turned off the faucet and went into the other room to get dressed. The clothes here were sort of like the ones from back home, but with a lighter weight and made of a much more breathable fabric.

He dressed in light brown pants, with a white under shirt he could barely feel against his skin and then added to it a brown vest. He knew the others said that brown was not a fitting color on him, but it made him feel a little better. Dark colored clothes was all he could afford back home, and the oddly colored and shaped clothes here were a little...odd for his taste.

Finally ready, and able to look fairly decent, the young man opened the door and started to leave...before remembering he left the lights on. He had already been scolded by some of the help to not leave lights or water faucets on. He supposed he should have known this, but...before he came here he never really had the time to turn anything off.

After a quick rush to turn off both lights, he started to make his way down the sun lit hallways. Daniel looked to the outside world through the enormous windows which made up one side of the hall, and his breath caught, marveling at the scene before him. His room was one of the few that bordered a big garden. The grass was a stunning green surrounded by flower beds of colors he had never thought a flower could have. Let alone a single flower. Some had a trove of different shades of one color, or looked like a rainbow bursting from the top of their stem. Stone benches and archways decorated the pebbled path that went through, and he could even catch sight of the odd looking statues that peeked there and about within the flower garden.

It was always such a magnificent sight to see, that it distracted Daniel just long enough from noticing a tall figure before he collided into it.

Winded, the young man nearly fell to the carpeted floor before being caught by two strong arms. For a minute his dream flashed in his head and he almost screamed at the figure to let him go, before looking up at the face that was smiling down at him.

Wavy blond hair encompassed around a handsome structured face, with caring green eyes that stared down at the shorter male in his arms. A well-trimmed fluffy goatee shifted only slightly in the wind as a joking smile spread across the man's face as he set an arm across Daniel's back to hold him straight.

"You must be careful, Daniel. We mustn't risk sending you to the emergency room." A thick German accent greeted him, with a deep but stirring voice. The man before Daniel was nothing like he was when he first met him, except for maybe the accent and still having the habit to be quite talkative.

The young man swallowed, embarrassed, and tried to smile up at the other.

"Good morning, Agrippa."

Once upon a time, there were six ponies and a dragon who lived together in a land named Equestria. The ponies were named Pinkie Pie, Twilight Sparkle, Rainbow Dash, Fluttershy, Applejack, and Rarity and the dragon's name was Spike; his master was Twilight Sparkle. The six ponies were all happy together in Equestria.

It was a beautful morning in Equestria. Pinkie Pie had made porridge for all of her friends. The porridge was too hot to eat, so the ponies went out on a walk to Applejack's orchard to pick some apples while they waited for their porridge to cool down.

While the ponies were out, a cat named Hello Kitty came walking over to their house. She was on vacation and went out for a morning walk. On her walk, Hello Kitty encountered the ponies' house. She knocked on the door but nobody answered. She tried the knob and the door opened. Hello Kitty entered the house. "Hello! Anybody home?" she called, but nobody answered.

She entered the kitchen and saw seven bowls of porridge on the table. Hello Kitty took a bite of porridge from one of the bowls. She immediately spat out the porridge. "Yuck! This porridge is too hot!" she complained. Next she took a bite out of another bowl. She also spat it out! "Yuck! This porridge is too cold!" she complained. Next she took a bite out of another bowl and enjoyed it. "This porridge is just right." she exclaimed and ate the whole bowl of porridge!

Next, Hello Kitty went to the living room to sit down. She sat in a chair but immediately stood up! "This chair is too big!" she complained. She sat in the next chair but also disliked it. "This chair is too small!" she complained." Next she sat in the next chair. "This chair is just right." she said. Suddenly, the chair broke! "Oh no!" cried Hello Kitty. "I hope the owner is not too upset." Next, Hello Kitty went upstairs to the bedroom. Each bed had a name carved into its headboard. The names were: Rainbow Dash, Pinkie Pie, Twilight Sparkle, Applejack, Rarity, Fluttershy, and Spike. Hello Kitty lied down on each bed, but she complained that each bed was either too hard or too soft, with the exception of Spike's bed. "This is just right!" exclaimed Hello Kitty. She climbed into Spike's bed and fell asleep for her catnap.

About half an hour later, the ponies returned from the apple orchard. They entered the kitchen and were going to eat their breakfast when they realized that something was not right. "Someone has been eating my porridge!" grumbled Fluttershy. "Somebody has been eating my porridge too!" added Rainbow Dash. "Somebody has been eating my porridge and ate it all up!" cried Spike and he burst into tears. "Please don't cry!" comforted Twilight Sparkle. She comforted Spike and gave him her porridge. "Thanks, Twilight Sparkle." said Spike. "Don't mention it." answered Twilight Sparkle.

Next the ponies went to the living room. "Somebody has been sitting in my chair!" grumbled Pinkie Pie. "Someone has been sitting in my chair too!" added Twilight Sparkle. "Somebody sat in my chair and broke it!" cried Spike and he burst into tears again. Twilight Sparkle had to console Spike again.

Next the ponies went to their bedroom. One by one, each of them said: "Somebody has been sleeping in my bed!" until Spike said: "Somebody has been sleeping in my bed and there she is." There was Hello Kitty sleeping in Spike's bed. Hello Kitty woke up from her catnap and saw herself surrounded by the angry ponies and an angry Spike. "Get out now! You are not welcome in this house!" shouted the ponies and Spike angrily. Hello Kitty jumped out of Spike's bed and kneeled on the ground in prayer position. "Please have mercy upon my soul!" begged Hello Kitty. "I got lost in the woods and I found your house. I did not mean to eat your porridge, break your chair, and sleep in your beds and I am truly sorry. I will do anything to repay the damage." "Your poor thing." said Fluttershy and she hugged Hello Kitty. "But she still must repay for her wrong doings." announced Applejack.

For her punishment, Hello Kitty had to make porridge and repair Spike's chair. The ponies enjoyed Hello Kitty's company after a while and Hello Kitty became friends with Twilight Sparkle. Hello Kitty had had a wonderful stay too.

Soon, it was time for Hello Kitty to leave. She said goodbye to her pony friends and went home hoping to see them again someday. Everybody lived happily ever after.

[A long chapter?! YUS!]

[Bunny- *sighs* Get on with it...]

[Fine. Enjoy teh chapter!]

Dark Stare.

A cold, dark stare.

That's all she did now, was give people a cold dark stare, as though she really hated them. Like she was plotting something. Of course, that didn't really effect anyone. It was just another weird thing she did. Didn't matter, right?

Wrong.

What she said a few days ago had triggered something. The institution had become more darker. Patients were more... Violent than usual, ir effected anyone who was everyone.

It was petrifying sight.

Wrak mumbled feverishly to himself. Something was pestering him. It hadn't stopped in a while, it just kept coming back. "Are thou okay?" Dizzy asked in worry, Wrak took in a deep breath and shrugged, he shivered as he felt something cold and unnatural wash over him. Somewhat taking over his train of thought. "N-no... Shut up... Fuck!" He yelled covering his ears, Dizzy stared at him in fright, not knowing what to say about this all. He seemed to be the only person that was mildly sane in this institution anymore. The young man walked away from the older one and sat silently by himself. Everyone was acting off... It made him scared. He wanted to go back to Happy Tree Town, where everything was at least more normal than this hellhole of a place. He sat alone, thinking deeply. He really wanted to leave...

What if he could...?

Dizzy shook his head. What was he, insane!? Then again... He was in a mental asylum...

Well... What else could he do...

I brushed my red hair back and sat there, deep in thought. Trying to indulge myself into a train of nice, happy thoughts. My mind had other plans. I wanted to leave, and take everyone with me. No one here was insane, they were all perfectly normal! That is, until that whole thing that happened to Cindy Lou...

It made me wonder why this was happening, and if this Monica girl had anything to do with this... I practically already knew that it was demonic kitten child. What I don't understand is why Cindy Lou, exactly. Was it her personality, her train of thoughts, the vibe of kindness she gave, or was it because she was just there at that moment? It perplexed me to no end, I wasn't sure what was wrong with that woman now. Possible witchcraft? Probably.

My mind went back to thinking about a well, thought out escape plan. That couldn't be so difficult. The thing is, there are these so called cameras that apparently track your every move, which was a problem. I thought long and hard, to see who exactly could help me with that problem... Kitty! The kids! They could help with that problem!

So... That was one issue down, a whole bunch to go.

After thinking for about a half an hour, it finally hit me that I needed other people's help.

It was finally noon when everyone I knew were gather at the table. Except Cindy Lou. Figures. They all sat there, waiting for me to answer them. I froze. For a moment I couldn't exactly feel any part of my body. Just goes to show how much you know yourself, saying that I myself knew I break under pressure. But what did I have to worry about? These are my friends... Or just acquaintances. I took in a deep breath. This was going to be a long explanation.

I walked down the street, wondering where I was. The name of this place was at the tip of my tongue, but it wouldn't come out of my mouth. I continued on, my hopes high that I would find someone here that can explain all of this weirdness to me.

Well, the sidewalk ended. I was at a forest, a very familiar one too. I sighed. No way. I wasn't about to venture into a random, dark forest that's probably filled with wild coyotes or something.

Then again, I am part coyote...

Blah. Nevermind. I just turned around on my heels and walked away from the forest, going back down the same sidewalk. I decided to venture into the seemingly abandoned ghost town and turned the corner. I had to admit, this was a bit exciting, with the suspense and what not, but it also frightened me that I might be all alone with no one to help me.

Thud. I heard a loud thud come from around the corner. I quickly hid as I heard voices coming closer. They seemed so familiar... Like I knew them...

One of them was a teenaged girl with long black hair tied into pigtails, it reached down to her knees. Impressive. She wore a white t-shirt, grey jeans and black converse, also a pair of gold bracelets, one on each wrist, with a clear diamond in each. There were two, small 7 year old children with her. The first a boy, the second a girl. The girl wore a jean overalls dress, a yellow undershirt and black Mary Janes with white socks. She had olive green shoulder length hair with bangs that reached down to her tummy, and had black gloves on along with a cape and bow of the same color. The boy had shaggy hair, and wore a black sweater and blue jeans, along with black sneakers. They seemed to be wandering around, lost as well, a pink haired girl wearing a pink dress and black flats ran up to the group. I slowly tried to leave before they saw me, I turned and started to walk deeper into the alleyway...

"Hi! My name is Kitty! What's your name?!"

Drats.

"So that's the plan? That's the best you could think of?"

Flippy seemed a bit annoyed at Dizzy, mainly because of the fact that his plan completely sucked. "Shut up Flippy. He tried." Leif said, his arms crossed. "Well... It isn't so b-bad.. It just needs some improvement!" Flaky said, she got up from her seat and stood next to Dizzy, taking the small piece of paper that held his plan away from him. "Alright, let's brainstorm!" She cheered. "... Alright, if it means that we'll leave this god forsaken place then albeit." Smiles said, the group sat in silence, deep in thought. Pretty soon, the group had a well thought out plan on their hands. "Well, thanks to Flaky, we got a plan. Fer once she's useful." Wrak said with a smirk on his face, Flaky smiled at him before chucking a muffin at him.

"Dude, you gotta learn how not to be a douche!" Rocko said

"I ain't a damn douche!" Wrak snapped back

"Well, I've seen the douche canoe, and you're the captain of it all!" Flippy said chuckling.

"I would kill ya, but yer important to this damn plan of yers."

"Yep. Can't do anything, ya douche!"

"... Bitch."

I paced around in my now designated room. I was a perfectly normal person until that damn kid took me downstairs! Now I don't know what to think. So much crap is flooding my mind, I just can't grasp reality anymore.

What is true reality anyways?

Ah! Stop questioning stuff, god damn it! Nina, keep it together girl! You can do better than this! You can fight it!

But what exactly is it?

...

I'm at a lost.

I plopped down on the bed and fell back, thinking about what to do now. I was deemed insane because of all of the stuff that happened. They didn't believe me! Can you believe that. I shook my head. Who am I talking to? I'm talking to myself, not someone else. Gah, I need something to drink. I feel so thirsty, and dizzy too. I didn't want to stand up, I just laid there thinking.

Damn it. Get your act together! You're not insane! You are NOT insane! It was just one small episode! Haha! nothing else will happen after that! Ahaha!

... Damn, I really am going insane.

I glanced to the small reflective surface called a mirror and saw nothing. Nope, reflection wasn't there. Just a eerie little demonic girl that ruined all of this. ALL OF IT.

God, if I could, I would kill her...

No, wait. She isn't real. She isn't real. She isn't real! Why would she be bloody real? She's just a figment of cindy Lou's imagination! But why am I seeing her though? That's the problem. I know something is wrong. I curled up into a ball and laid there. Cindy Lou isn't herself anymore, and everyone else is going down the drain with her, one by freaking one, she's evil! She has to be killed! Or something like that! Unless the one possessing her was Monica herself! And that body is Cindy Lou's, but her soul is locked away somewhere!

YES!

That must be it! I figured it all out! Ahaha!

"YOU HEAR ME MONICA, YOU COULDN'T OUTSMART ME! AHA... AHAHA... AHAHAHA!"

Oh god... Maybe I am going insane..

NO! I'm not!

... But then again...

... Nah! I'm pretty sure I'm not going insane! All I need is sleep. Yes... Sleep...

She watched at the green haired teenager before slipping out of the mirror and going out the door, walking down the hallway in light steps, so she wouldn't disturb anyone. It was night time. This is when she came out to play. She floated up the stairs to the fourth floor and into Kitty's bedroom. The girl slowly woke up and glanced to the side of her bed, staring at her. She smiled. "Hello." She said calmly, she smiled and took Kitty's hand, leading her outside, the two going down the stairs, smiling to herself as she saw the small girl's guardian at the steps, looking down at them.

There was a loud thud.

She glanced around before looking down the hallway to see people exiting their rooms.

She was confused...

She was curious...

She wanted to know what was up.

So be it, today would not be the day. She sent Kitty back upstairs and quickly came back down.

This was going to be an eventful night, that she was certain of...

BREAK. Ugh, I lied. This was another short chapter *falls to floor in shame*

Bunny- *shakes head* You liar.

Anyways, I tried, I really did, but I failed, as you can see. BUT I UPDATED! HUZZAH!

Cheers!

After a notable absence, I return with a crossover one-shot! This time, it's a prequel to Gold Dust and Harmony, to expand on Lady's crash and how Edward was involved. For the record, the story is based in 1989.

Thomas and Friends Sudrian Girls

Accidents and Promises

Written by ThomasAngryBirds

A little tank engine's whistle blew long and loud as she steamed out of the tunnels of Ballahoo. On board her cab were three young adults, all at least older than twenty. One of them was driving her, and she had dark cerulean hair. The other two people with her were both men. One of them had a nasty scowl on his face and his hair color was jet black. The other man was more kindly and had blue hair. Like the man with black hair, the woman looked very dangerous, which could explain why the man with blue hair looked nervous. As a matter of fact, the engine also had an anxious look on her face.

"I don't trust these people, Shining Armor," she whispered anxiously, "what if they do something to you, me, or both of us?"

"I'm sorry, Lady," Shining Armor apologized, "but I had no choice; I don't want them to hurt my dear Cadance…"

"Shut up and let me focus on driving her, you idiot!" the woman snarled, smacking him on the back of the head.

"Alright, alright," Shining Armor muttered under his breath, "keep your hair on. Sheesh…" He watched as the nasty woman opened the regulator wider and Lady went fast as her wheels could let her.

Half an hour earlier, Shining Armor had been polishing Lady's brass outside of Vicarstown. Several weeks prior, he had been married to his high school sweetheart, Mi Amore Cadenza "Cadance". He had promised to give her a ride aboard Lady when they were younger and today, he was going to fulfill his promise and wanted Lady to look her best.

His happiness and joy were quickly swept aside when the other two people – Quinn Chryssa "Chrysalis" and Kingsley Sombra – found him and the magical tank engine. Seeing her for the first time, and with their disbelief of magic, Chrysalis gave Shining Armor a threat he was unable to ignore. "If you don't let me and Kingsley drive her," she snarled, "I destroy her!"

As a mature adult, Shining Armor should've known better than to giving in to bullies, but his fear for Lady's safety overshadowed his common sense. "Please don't hurt her," he begged, "I promised my wife I'd give her a ride on Lady!"

"Lady?" Sombra laughed, "You named this engine? Oh, this is so rich, isn't it, Chrysalis?"

"It is indeed," Chrysalis smirked, "so what shall it be, Sparkle?"

Right now, Lady was going faster than ever as she neared Crovan's Gate. Sombra was shoveling the coal whilst Chrysalis drove a terrified Lady. Shining Armor could do nothing but watch with fear, hoping they wouldn't damage Lady in any way or form.

Lady raced through the Skarloey Railway engine sheds where all seven engines were fast asleep. Sir Handel gave a mutter and opened his eyes sleepily.

"What was that?" he murmured to no one in particular, "Ah, well, must be another engine with a night train…" He gave a yawn and went back to sleep.

Duke, on the other hand, had his eyes opened long enough to see Lady coming in from the distance and disappeared round the bend. He didn't say a word; there was no need to, but Duke hoped Lady would be alright.

In Lady's cab, Shining Armor grew even more concerned; Lady's coal supply was running dry, and everyone knows steam engines cannot run without coal to boil the water.

"I think we should stop now!" he said nervously, "We should find the nearest coal bunker and…"

"Mind your own business, worm!" Sombra shouted rudely, "Make her go faster!"

"I'm already on it," Chrysalis smirked and gave a snicker and she opened Lady's regulator all the way.

Lady was now going at her maximum speed, and as they were nearing Kellsthorpe, Sombra cried out, "That's the last of the coal!"

"You fool!" Chrysalis snapped at Shining Armor, "Why didn't you say something earlier?!"

"I tried to!" he snapped back, "But your lackey wouldn't listen to me!"

"Look out!" cried Lady, "We're going to have a crash!"

Without hesitating as they approached the station, Shining Armor quickly closed the regulator and tried to apply the brakes, but Chrysalis grabbed his arm.

"How dare you try and stop me from driving!" she shouted.

"Well, you at least showed more empathy, you'd at least be concerned about safety!" Shining Armor argued.

As both fought one another for control, Sombra leaned out of the left-side of the cab. "Er, Chrysalis?" he asked, a little nervous, "We're about to run into those vans in our way!"

Before anybody could react, Lady ran into the vans with a crash, resulting in her front being bent out of shape. Then suddenly, as the siding she was on was at a curve, Lady began to tilt onto her left side and came off the tracks completely. All three people aboard were thrown out of the cab. Then there was silence.

A quarter of an hour had passed by. Shining Armor groaned as he stood up. He had some scratches all over and his shirt was torn, but otherwise, he was alive. Chrysalis had also survived with her share of injuries. Both of them walked over to Lady in silence, and then Chrysalis noticed that Sombra had been crushed underneath Lady's cab, and there was a small pool of red liquid around him.

"No!" Chrysalis exclaimed, before breaking down in tears, "Oh, Sombra, my only friend in the whole world! Why?!"

Despite them both being his enemies, Shining Armor did feel some sorrow, but he was concerned as to whether Lady was alright or not. Before he could walk over to her front, he felt something punch him in the stomach and he fell over, clutching it in pain.

"This was your fault!" Chrysalis screamed with fury, tears leaking in her eyes, "Because of your foolishness, Sombra is dead, you idiot!"

"But it was hardly my fault!" cried Shining Armor, "It was your recklessness-"

"It was your reckless behavior that killed him!" snarled Chrysalis, "You've taken him away from me, but I'll be back one day to get revenge on you… and your precious Island of Sodor too!"

Chrysalis ran away into the darkness, making a vow not to come back to Sodor for a while yet. Shining Armor stood in silence for a few moments. He put Lady's fire out and walked over to her front. What he saw was horrifying; Lady's face had faded away and in its place was a golden smokebox door. Her funnel was bent out of shape, a headlamp was cracked, and her buffers were bent. The paint on her left side was also most likely scraped as well.

"No. No. No!" cried Shining Armor, gasping in disbelief. He collapsed onto his knees and broke down crying.

"I'm sorry, Lady," he said between sobs, "I let them hurt you and it's my fault! I even let Sodor down, and worst of all, I let Cadance down too. If I had been more sensible, this would never have happened!"

In the distance, he heard a steam engine's whistle in the distance from the westbound track. Shining Armor looked up with some hope restored.

"I need help," he said to himself, "and it must be tonight!"

Edward the blue engine had been taking a late-night goods train for Douglas when he suffered from a clogged whistle and was now making his way back to Tidmouth Sheds light engine. In the distance, Edward could barely hear the sounds of a man crying out for him to stop when he saw Shining Armor waving and shouting.

"Driver, stop!" cried Edward, "I think someone needs our help!"

Edward's driver, Charlie Sand, closed the regulator and gently applied the brakes, stopping just outside Kellsthorpe Station, but Edward was within Shining Armor's range.

"Oh, thank you for stopping," he said gratefully, "there's been a terrible accident and I need your help."

"What's the accident, boy?" asked Edward's fireman, Sidney Hever.

Shining Armor then explained the entire story in full detail, and the more he spoke, the more concerned Edward became. All of a sudden, there was a sparkling of gold dust, and a man in his mid-forties with blonde hair emerged.

"Mr. Faust," Shining Armor exclaimed in surprise.

"Shining Armor, my dear boy," said the man, walking up to him, "it's surprising to see you out at this time of night."

"There's a good reason for that, sir," explained Edward, "young Shining here was threatened by two bullies, they made Lady go too fast and crashed her; one of them was killed and the other escaped."

"And I'd made a promise to Cadance that I would give her a ride aboard Lady," added Shining Armor, "but now I feel I've broken it and let her down, as well as you… I'm so sorry, sir…"

"Shining, I'm sorry you had to suffer like this," said Mr. Faust kindly, placing a comforting hand on his shoulder, "but Lady is the engine who keeps Sodor's magic alive. Our family built this engine and her railway from Muffle Mountain all the way to Vicarstown back in the 1850s and she had been running the line since."

"I understand," said Shining Armor gravely, "but we can't let this get around, can we? We must keep this quiet so nobody suspects a thing. You won't tell an engine, will you Edward?"

"Not a single engine," promised Edward, "I'll help by getting the breakdown train."

"I'm had a word with the stationmaster and signalman about fifteen minutes ago," said Mr. Faust, "they'll be telling station crews at Killdane and Crovan's Gate to halt any trains at those stations. We'll take Lady back to Vicarstown where she'll be covered by a tarpaulin, that way, no one can see her."

With that confirmed, Edward set off for Tidmouth to collect the breakdown train.

"It'll be okay, Lady," Shining Armor said quietly, "I hope…"

At Tidmouth Sheds, Gordon, Henry, James, Donald, Douglas, and Emily were all fast asleep when Edward arrived. Not a single engine stirred when Edward puffed onto the turntable and was turned around, nor did they notice that Edward didn't back down onto one of the two remaining berths.

Edward soon found the breakdown train and his crew coupled it up to a flatbed and brakevan. With a quiet whistle, Edward set off once more back to Kellsthorpe, a lamp on either side of his bufferbeam. He and his crew were surprised as to how nobody even woke up, but they didn't see Emily opening up a sleepy eye before closing it again.

About a half hour later, Edward had arrived at Killdane where the signal was red. Once the signalman was confirmed of Edward's arrival, he set the signal to green, and then red again after Edward had left. Shining Armor was relieved when Edward showed up.

"But what can we do with Sombra?" he asked Mr. Faust.

"We'll have to inform his family – if he has any – about his death," he said, "we'll have the body buried, of course."

Lady was soon put upright and was lowered onto the flatbed, and then covered with tarpaulins. The breakdown train was soon left to clear away the vans whilst the workmen dealt with Sombra's body. Shining Armor and Mr. Faust both joined Edward's crew in the cab, and the blue engine set off for Vicarstown as instructed by Mr. Faust.

"Edward," said Shining Armor, "do you know Lady?"

"Why, yes, I knew her from seventeen years ago," explained Edward, "you mean I haven't told you about her?"

"No."

"Good heavens, what am I thinking?" Edward chuckled before becoming serious again, "I should start from the beginning…"

Seventeen years ago in 1972, I was arranging trucks in place at Vicarstown. Suddenly, one of them ran away and I had to chase after it. As soon as I found it, the truck vanished through the buffers in a wonderful display of rainbow colors! I was very surprised; for all the time I had been on Sodor, I never knew such buffers existed!

"Driver, should we go after the truck?" I asked my crew, who were just as puzzled as I was.

"I don't know," said my fireman, "these buffers are quite unusual…"

"I suppose it wouldn't hurt to try and go after it," the driver shrugged, and very cautiously, I puffed forwards toward the buffers, and then suddenly… WHOOSH!

I had no idea where I was, but it was nothing I'd ever seen before! The rails were a golden color, flowers were everywhere, as were magic shavings of rainbow colors, and the scenery looked like it had come out of a painting!

There in front of me was the truck, giggling madly. Then suddenly, it was shunted from behind by an engine I'd never seen before.

"Were you looking for this?" the engine said with a slight giggle.

"Yes, I was," I said sheepishly, "I'm terribly sorry about this."

"No, its fine," the engine said kindly, "this doesn't happen very often, to be honest. My name is Lady, and you are…?"

"Edward," I replied. Lady and I returned back through the buffers, and she helped me with the shunting once back at Vicarstown yards. We'd become good friends and talked about our respective lines. Once the shunting was done, Lady returned through the buffers back to her magic railway…

"I hadn't seen her since that day," finished Edward, "until today, that is."

By this point, they had arrived at Vicarstown. Mr. Faust then instructed Edward to push the flatbed from behind and through the buffers. Once onto the magic railway, Edward, his crew, Mr. Faust, and Shining Armor noticed the railway looked different; there were less rainbow shaving in the air, the flowers were wilting, and the rails were slightly rusted.

"This is bad," said Mr. Faust, "we're in the first stages of a gold dust crisis; if Lady is damaged or unable to steam, she can't provide the energy the railway needs. If the magic railway fades away completely, Sodor will be in complete chaos and all engines will not able to talk to humans."

"That would be dreadful," remarked Edward, "being controlled by your crew and you can't say anything to them sounds like a terrifying thought."

Eventually, Edward finally steamed into the workshops of Muffle Mountain, some miles away from Peel Godred. The flatbed was uncoupled and Shining Armor began to take the tarpaulins off of Lady.

"Do you think you'll be able to restore her?" asked Mr. Faust.

"I'll try my best," promised Shining Armor, "the magic railway does need Lady to stay alive. But what of Cadance? Will she understand?"

"I am sure my daughter will help you and provide the support you need," smiled Mr. Faust, "leave it to me not to tell Sir Topham Hatt about this."

"We wish you luck," said Charlie, "and we promise not to tell a soul about this."

"I hope we meet again, Shining Armor," said Edward with a small, sad smile.

"As do I, Edward."

Some while later, Edward went through the magic buffers back to Vicarstown. He left the brakevan on a siding, was turned around, refilled on coal and water, and headed back to Tidmouth. On the way, he picked up the breakdown train from Kellsthorpe and shunted it back into place.

As Edward backed into a berth, Emily opened an eye and whispered softly, "Where have ye been, Edward?"

"Oh, good evening, Emily," Edward said softly, before letting out a yawn, "I just had to deal with some late night business."

"What sort of business?" asked Emily. But she got no response as Edward was fast asleep, his crew putting out his fire. Unable to get a response from the old blue engine, Emily fell asleep too.

Some minutes later, when Edward made sure no one was listening, he softly opened his eyes and looked up to the beautiful Sudrian night sky and whispered, "Guard her well, Shining Armor… for all our sakes…"

[If you've read Gold Dust and Harmony, you'll know what happens next. I wrote this out today and I hope you liked it, even if it was dark.]""