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Chapter 2: Lifty and Shifty

"Aww why did you get a Porcupine? Now it's going to be even harder now!"

"Sorry boss. It was Shifty's idea to bring her here in the first place though!"

"Don't blame this on me now! You helped in this too, Lifty!" Voices? Where am I? I open my eyes slightly. Gasp! It's those two from before. It looks like I'm in some abandoned warehouse. That's just great with my hands and feet tied up. They're arguing with their leader I'm supposing. This place is filled with raccoons. I hope their distracted because I'm not going to stay here for long. I can see an opening on the other end. Maybe IF I get free I can make a dash for it. I move my quills against my hands and feet to try and cut the rope.

Oh no. They noticed me. They're coming over! Hurry up and cut through!

"What are you doing now pretty gal? Not trying to escape are ya?" Their boss was standing over me. I just now noticed I'm quivering and whimpering, my flakes softly falling. Sweat starts forming on my forehead. "What? Not going to talk? You sure are a shy one. Heheh. Don't worry we're not going to do anything bad." I calmed down a little after he said that. But I still had doubts about this guy.

"Humans have been invading our little place, you might know. So we have to find more food. We normally eat from garbage cans, house, stuff from human watch-ma-callits. But they're getting much harsher with us now, so now we resorted to just eating animals. We'll do anything to survive, even if it means killing cute girls." I sharply intake air as I catch his drift.

"B-B-But y-ou s-said…"

"Hey… Heh I never said we weren't going to do anything bad to you." The raccoons start crowding me with sharp smiles. I closed my eyes and start sobbing, crying once again as I savor my last moments…

"Hey!" I open my eyes and look up. The raccoons are looking up terrified. "You better not put one paw on her." Who said that? Who is my savior? At this moment anyway… Someone drops down from above and lands softly beside me. I look to the side and see army boots. This is a tall one. He's a green bear in a camouflage suit. A green beret with a sign on it. His dog tag was swinging a bit and read, 'W.A.R VETERAN' on one and 'SEARGENT FLIPPY' on the other one.

So he fought in the war? Explains the get-up. He has to be here to save me, he just has to be.

"Because she is going to be my lunch." Why does my luck always fall?

"Aww Flippy lets not be like this now. It doesn't have to end so… Violently like before." He took a nervous step forward and laugh timidly. "Maybe we can split her. No harm done." I can't believe they are negotiating how they are going to mutilate me right in front of me!

"No. I either get all of her. Or," he grabbed my quill on the front of my head. Flipping a bowie knife out he put it against my neck, "I will just kill her right now and kill all of you using her quills. You just let me have her, you live. If you want to fight about it, I kill you and I still get her. Either way, it's a win-win for me." I could smell the really strong scent of liquor on his breath. It made me wrinkle my nose.

The raccoons looked shocked and terrified at the same time. This guy must be able to do some damage. Their faces are so funny, it makes me almost forget there's a knife against my neck.

"Now Flippy… We know you wouldn't. You don't even have that crazy look." He took another step forward. Flippy tensed and raised my head.

"Auughh!" Not only is the pain coming from him pulling on my quill, he slightly pierced my necked.

"Nuh uh, not true. I don't have to be crazy to do something crazy. Look what you did. You made me scratch her pretty neck." Scratch? Scratch my a-

"Okay! Okay! Have her then. Some soldier you are." I looked up at him and he seemed strongly offended. Tears were rolling down my cheeks. He looked straight at me, his strong dark green gaze just holding mine. He leaned down to my ear.

"Once I'm behind them clap as quickly as you can, okay?" He said in a hushed tone I barely caught that. Why did he want me to clap? He slowly stood and they backed up a bit. He walked up to the leader.

"Have her. I can find more food somewhere else. You pathetic waste of space need the meat anyway." He started walking "I should of killed the rest of you when I was in the moment." He kept walking. The raccoons sighed relief and headed towards me once again. I saw Flippy look back at me and nod.

Was he saying farewell? OH! I clapped as quickly as I could. The loud slaps bouncing off the walls, sounding like bullets… The raccoons stopped and look at me confused. I began to hear growling.

Flippy turned around having a feral yellow color in his eyes with a wide grin full of sharp teeth. That must be the crazy look the boss raccoon was talking about.

He lunged forward at Lifty and Shifty. Grabbing both of their heads he slammed their heads together and ripped another raccoons tail off and choked him it. By now The whole warehouse was screaming, when he was cutting one's stomach open with his knife. He took a corpse and beat everyone to death with it.

There was blood everywhere and I was shivering and looking around. I can't believe he did this. Why did he do this?… Is he going to come for me? I shakily glared at him and he was looking around for more victims I suppose. He was covered in blood, half his face was covered in blood! His eyes set on me and smiled that razor sharp grin again. He ran at me with knife in hand. His knife was inches away from my face before I screamed as loud as I can, I was so scared!

And then he stopped dead in his tracks getting a soft look in his eyes, returning green, and dropping the knife. I jumped from it when it hit the ground shivering violently and whimpering.

He smiled and said, "I'm sorry about that." He knelt down beside me and picked up his knife. "Heh, if I didn't flip out I couldn't bring myself to kill them. I guess I'm just a softy…" He looked around and scratched his head, "Yeesh I did a number on them huh? Was I scary looking?" He looked to me and laughed once he got his answer, seeing the shock and widened eyes on my face.

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"You don't talk much do you?" Flippy was washing off the blood in the same river I came from. Was he not getting the point? I don't want to talk to a psycho. I don't even like talking period. "You know, you could at least thank me for saving you from getting eaten. You know I was never going to eat you. I just hate seeing other animals dying at the hands of them you know?… At least give me a name then maybe?"

"T-Thank you." He got a satisfied look on his now clean face.

"There we go! You're talking now. How about that name then?" He climbed out and started getting his clothes on.

"Flaky." I nervously said turning my head slightly to look at him.

"I can see why," he said looking at my quills, "Well my name is Flippy. As you can guess from my clothes I'm in the army… So why are you out here? There are a lot of sneaky characters in this area. Hate to see you get hurt even more."

I got to get back to my friends. And that won't happen if I keep chatting it up with this psychopath… Maybe he can help me get back. He saved me from those raccoons, and besides he wants to know why I'm out here.

"I'm l-lost. I was uhh supposed to be with m-my friends. We were finding a n-new home, but I-I got kidnapped before they uhh left. I'm not ev-even sure if they know I'm gone." I bet my lip seeing his face very blank like.

"So are you saying you need help getting back?" With generosity he took my hand and helped me stand up.

"Yes." He took this into consideration rubbing his chin.

"Hmm… Alright! But for one thing…" He stared frighteningly intensely at me.

"W-w-what is it?" I'm glad he was still holding my hand or I would have been shaking really hard. He could be a pervert, or serial killer for all I know. It would fit him seeing how he destroyed a room full of raccoons. His grip tightened around mine bringing me back to reality.

"Would you be my friend?" Out of all the things he could've asked… He asked me to be his friend? I stared confused at him with my mouth slightly open.

"Well you see, since I could go basically wacko any second… Not a lot of people want to be my friend. For safety issues they said. So I've been lonely ever since I got out the war. I would very much appreciate it if you became my friend." He smiled genuinely with his eyes pleading. Is this really the same killer that happened just minutes ago?

I didn't plan to be actual friends with him. I just need someone to get me back. "Sure." I said smiling the best one I could manage. He hugged me tightly and picked me off the ground a little. While I was struggling to get free from his back-breaking embrace, he looked at my neck and had regret on his face. He put me down.

"Thank you so much! I'm sorry about your neck though… If you come back to my log cabin I got some medicine for that. It's getting dark anyways." My hand went to my neck. It was still a little wet but it's not life threatening. I don't want to stay in the unknown overnight though.

So I looked at him and nodded. And followed him through the trees.

I didn't like the part where he flipped out because of clapping. But I had to make up some way for him :P Anyway this chapter was to have a little end part to it, but I felt that it would've made this chapter too long. So it'll be added to the beginning of the next chapter. I'll update as soon as I can.

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