Okay, I'm pretty much caught up with my editing. After this chapter my writing style will probable change, (hopefully for the better).

Disclaimer: I do not own Happy Tree Friends. I don't own Fallout 3 either.

Flaky's Pov:

Flaky dodged and ducked past the gleaming knife, but it only changed its' course for her throat. She lifted up her own curved dagger and blocked the killing blow, warming up to the feel of the shock of power behind her opponents blade. Unexpectedly a fist met in her stomach, making her drop her knife and fall to her knees.

Flaky was just getting over the pain when another blow made her topple on her back. Staring down at her, clutching his bowie knife, was Evil.

Flaky groaned, and pulled herself up. Evil had beaten her, again. She rubbed the sore spot on her belly, knowing she was going to have yet another bruise from her training sessions with Evil. When she woke up that morning she had around five, and the number kept on growing every time they battled.

"Get up," Evil said. "That's enough practice right now, we need to keep traveling." Flaky nodded, and followed after him.

On their way to Big Town, Evil would unexpectedly turn on her with his knife and have her fight him. Every time he defeated her, and after their little fight was over they would start walking again. Already he had forced her into seven of the battles, and now she was on edge, watching his every move constantly to make sure she wouldn't be taken by surprise again. Flaky knew that was exactly what Evil had wanted.

Her eyes traveled warily around the vast landscape, then back to the war bears' back. Flaky felt like something was following her, like the night when Evil had found her in the Wastelands. Looking up at the sky, she wondered what time it was. The sun was right in the center, so she figured that it must be in the afternoon. Flaky glanced back behind her, but saw nobody. The porcupine let out a sigh of relief, blaming it all on her imagination.

"If Flippy saw you now he would hardly recognize you," Evil snickered. "He would think it was impossible for you to hurt a fly, even if it bit you."

At the mere mention of Flippy's name Flaky sighed sadly, and slide her dagger into her belt. She missed Flippy terribly. As if he could tell she was upset, Evil snorted.

"Not like you need him. That bastard tried to kill me! It's all his fault we're trapped here," Evil growled.

If Flippy had just left things be she wouldn't be here, forced into being Evil's killing partner. Even though Flaky was getting used to the dark bears' company, she didn't like the idea of spending the rest of her life with him ordering her about like she was his soldier. It made her shudder to think about all what Evil had planned for her in the future.

"Lets get going, I don't like hanging around here," Flaky murmured, casting a look over her shoulder.

Evil nodded his agreement and both of them went back to walking on the cracked and old road. As the sun rose higher in the sky, Flaky was just able to make out an abandoned town. All of the doors and windows were boarded up, and there was no signs of life from inside. Flaky continued walking, trailing not far behind Evil. Abruptly he stopped, and she almost bumped into him.

"What is it?"She asked, trying to peer ahead.

His yellow green eyes pierced her, making her freeze. The look in Evil's eyes said not to question what they were about to do. "From here on, if anyone asks, I'm Knives and your Kukri."

Flaky frowned at him. "What does Kukri mean?"

The green bear scowled at her. " It's a knife. Anyway, follow my lead and do what I do."

Flaky nodded, of course it was a knife. Flaky followed Evil into the abandoned town, past a few more boarded up houses, and around some sand bags that were laying about. As they both made their way over them, Flaky could see a wooden bridge with sand bags and barbed wire around in, probably to keep any unwanted visitors away.

Evil took a careful step onto the bridge, watching a dozing wolf not far away sleeping at his post. In his relaxed arms he held a rifle. Flaky stepped onto the bridge after him, only for it to creak loudly, making the blue wolf jump and pull the trigger.

The bullet sailed harmlessly over their heads. His eyes widened as he saw the two people, and Flaky could see his fear. However he pushed it back and tried his best to glare at them both. Flaky looked at Evil, seeing the decision on whether to kill him or not playing through his mind. Evil grinned at the wolf, who shrank back at the sight of his dagger sharp teeth.

"Y-you people better stay away. I wouldn't want to have to shoot you," He barked, pointing his gun in their direction.

Evil smiled at him in an unnerving way. "Why are you so scared of two travelers? We're just tired from our journey and want to rest."

"I'm not scared! I'll shoot if..." The blue wolf faltered, and lowered his rifle as he sighed. "I'm sorry, I guess I'm still jumpy after the Super Mutant attack."

Flaky looked at him curiously. "What are Super Mutants?" Evil glared at her, and the blue wolf stared, before laughing bitterly.

"Lets hope you never have to find out." The blue wolf then gazed at both of them almost pleadingly. "Please, just don't hurt anyone here. If you want to steal our things go ahead, just leave everyone left still intact."

"You sound pretty desperate." Evil muttered.

"The Super Mutants plan attacks and kill a few of us every time they come over here. Others they take away alive. We never see anyone after the Super Mutants get them, and this time they they took Red and Shorty. It would be a blessing if you two might..."

"No," Evil growled, guessing he was asking them to rescue his friends. Without waiting for the wolf's consent he crossed the bridge and into Big Town. Flaky followed him nervously, and as soon as they entered the town people looked at them curiously, or with fear, hoping they would hurry up and do their business and leave.

A red dog prowled up to them, distrust flickering in his eyes. "Who are you people and what are you doing here?" He demanded.

Evil gave him such a dirty look the bold dog took a cautious step back. Flaky didn't like the way he reached for his knife, and gently pushed him aside. "I'm Kukri, we just want a place to sleep."

The dog seemed to think it over, and decided it was best for him to do as she wanted. "Follow me, I'll show you a place to stay. It's not much, but better than out there with the mutants."

The dog let his gaze linger on Flaky a moment longer than necessary, making her shift uncomfortably as the memory of the two criminals and Dane resurfaced in her mind. Evil let out a threatening growl from behind.

"I'm Burn, follow me this way." The dog said darkly, leading them into a house.

On the inside, it was larger than it looked, and had at least five or six different rooms. In the hall were at least two bunk beds, and someone was already huddled on the bottom bunk, looking scared out of their wits, probably from the recent mutant attack. He led them into a room in the back, and held out the door for them.

"Enjoy your stay in hell," Burn muttered, before throwing another look at Flaky then slamming their door.

Flaky looked curiously around their room, which wasn't very big. A small table in the left corner had a plate and candle on it, with one rickety chair that hobbled on three legs. There was one dirty mattress in the other corner without any sheets and only one, flat pillow.

"I should have the bed," Flaky said quickly. "I'm a lady and I deserve it for working so hard lately."

As she took a step toward the bed, she felt Evil grab her by her wrist. "You'll ruin the mattress, with all those quills." He scoffed.

"Besides, if that mutt peeks in here at night and see's you laying there he might get some ideas." Flaky felt her face warm, more with indignation than embarrassment.

"He was rude but I don't think-"

"He wasn't staring at your chest to get a closer view of your heart." Evil spat in exasperation, pushing Flaky to the side.

Before she could argue Evil had already plopped down on the bed. She sighed and pulled her bedroll out, laying it on the floor by the bed. Flaky was tired from all the training Evil had put her through that day, and finding Big Town had all taken a toll on her. The sun was just starting to set and already Flaky found herself half asleep.

...

...

Something prodded Flaky in the side, making her turn and roll over. Evil's glowing yellow eyes were just a few inches away from her face, and in the darkness that was all she could see. Flaky let out a startled noise and brought her paws up to slap him away. He snatched her paws and pulled her up to her feet.

"Stop that!" Evil snapped, as she flailed at him in her sleep-like state.

"I don't want to-" Flaky started, only to have Evil toss her at the dirty mattress as if she were a rag doll.

"I'm going to stay guard the rest of the night, I won't need the bed anymore," Flaky could hear the scraping sound of Evil moving the chair out of it's corner.

She visibly relaxed when all went quiet over on the other side of the room, and curled into a ball on the mattress. Flaky was grateful that she didn't have to sleep on the cold metal floor anymore, but found the mattress to be itchy. Soon she was asleep again, but Evil stayed awake, staring at the door almost unblinkingly.

He knew that mutt was going to come back, he could see it in the way he had stared at Flaky, and the dirty glare he had shot him when he thought he hadn't been looking. This place was clearly crawling with cut throats and thieves, probably all honing in on the two of them that had wandered in here 'accidentally'. Evil pulled his bowie knife out and ran his finger along the edge, testing how sharp it was.

Before the two of them left, Evil planned for this place to end up like Megaton, except this time there would be survivors, and they would spread the news of what they did to other towns. Eventually people would find out about Megaton, and both him and Flaky would become infamous in the wastelands.

Evil was planning on destroying as many of the enemy forces as possible, and he was actually glad that he had her help. Evil put pressure on the blade and watched as a small drop of blood ran down his finger, he grinned. He would kill every last one of them. There was nothing wrong with the fame, the fear it would spread was also a good weapon.

A creaking noise made Evil glance back at the door, and standing there just like he knew was Burn. The red dog was so focused on Flaky he didn't see Evil, and in his paws was a bundle of thick rope, a gag, and a knife, most likely meant kill him while he slept. Evil let out a dark, sinister growl, catching Burn's attention.

As the dog looked at him he dropped his bundle of rope, seeming to become terrified by his hateful, sickly green eyes. The dog slammed the door and Evil heard his retreating footsteps echoing down the hall. The war veteran snickered and picked up the rope, following after Burn silently.

Evil opened the door to exit the house, the night was darker than pitch, without the moon and stars to light his path. He grinned, not that he needed any light to see anyways. This was just a handicap for Burn, and would help lead him to his doom. Taking light steps, Evil went to where he knew the mutt was hiding. He could smell the red males' fear.

After walking past the bridge, where the blue wolf was asleep again at his post, Evil went out of his way to creep by Burn's hiding spot under an overturned car. Evil whistled as he went, and a few times stuck his foot under the car to try to get a reaction from the dog. Every time he did he could hear the dog's breath turn into a gasp of fear and the quick scrabbling of him trying to put distance between him and the bloodthirsty bear.

The smell of fear thicken in the air, making Evil grin even wider.

The dark bear went to the back of the car, and he could see the tip of Burn's tail sticking out. Deliberately he put his foot on the dogs tail, and was pleased when Burn let out a terrified yelp and scrambled madly away from him, crawling from underneath the car and making a run for it toward the bridge.

Evil was much faster though, and snatched the dog when he ran too close to the shadows where he had hidden. Remembering the rope, Evil tied it around the dogs arms and feet, and took the gag Burn dropped and shoved it in the dogs mouth.

With a handful of the rope securely in his grip, Evil dragged the struggling dog back into Big Town. As Burn mumbled pleas past his gag Evil lifted the dog up by the rope and tied the end of it over on the roof of the building him and Flaky were staying in.

Soon the dog was tied upside down, and suspended in the air. Burn's fearful face was level with Evil's. The green bear toyed with his bowie knife a minute to give Burn the chance to image all the horrible things he might do to him. He took the gag out of his mouth.

"Please I'm sorry! I wasn't going to kill you! Please don't kill me!" Burn begged, and Evil felt a smile cross his face. Burn shrank back in terror.

"What were you going to do then, Burn?"Evil asked in a mocking tone. "What were you planning to do with this rope, mind telling me?"

The red dog whimpered and his eyes got watery. "I'm sorry, I won't ever mess with you or Kukri again, promise. Just please-"

"How many times have you used that same tactic? Your weak, pathetic. You hide and wait for your enemy to fall asleep and then strike. Your just a coward!" Evil spat, cutting off a red furred ear.

Burn opened his mouth to scream, but Evil shoved the gag back in the dog's mouth.

"After I'm done with you," Evil snarled. " Your going to wish the Super Mutants got you instead of me."

Burn thrashed wildly, the light of panic dancing through his black eyes. He was trying to scream for help, but the gag just reduced them to pitiful mumbles. Evil slashed his bowie knife across the mutt's face, splitting his right eye open. Burn's muffled screams rose louder. Evil was going to make sure Burn regretted ever looking his way.

Evil ripped his knife down the dog's arm, and it hit the bone with a sickening crunch, lodging itself deep. Burn let out an even louder scream, and tears ran down his face, all of it made Evil smile smugly. He pulled out another knife, the extra he kept just in handy, and buried it into Burn's knee cap, enjoying the crack as it fractured in different places at the same time.

As Burn kicked and thrashed wildly, it only manged to cause him more pain. Blood was streaming down his leg, arm, and face. His struggles began to weaken considerably throughout the rest of the night.

...

Flaky opened her eyes as she heard the door creak open and shut. She rolled over, about to scold Evil for waking her up this early, until she saw the crimson liquid coating the door knob, and covering Evil's once clean outfit. He opened one eye from the bedroll he was laying on, and stared at her. Flaky tried to grasp a meaning for all this, but could only stare at Evil horrified.

"E-Evil... what did you do?" Flaky whispered, even though it was quite clear what he had done.

He smiled, as if his bloody job had instead been a heroic and blissful task. Flaky knew it wasn't so. "How about you go see for yourself? When you're done make sure no one see's you. We got a job to do today."

Flaky gulped, she had been training with Evil, but she didn't like the idea of attacking innocent people. Only for self defense, she had vowed, would she ever hurt someone.

"I'm s-sorry Evil, but I don't-"

"What!" Both of his green eyes snapped open, looking like she had told him she wanted to jump off a bridge.

"That mutt was going to kill you and more last night, if it wasn't for me you'd be dead right now! So don't you dare tell me you don't want to do nothing! You're my ally, remember? I taught you how to defend yourself and saved your sorry ass three times already! You're helping me whether you like it or not."

Evil pulled himself off the bedroll, which Flaky realized was her bedroll. He grasped her red paw in his slick, bloody one and pulled her off the bed.

"Let me show you what I did to that fucking bastard," Evil hissed, hauling her out of the room.

...

Flaky stared, along with the rest of Big Town, at the horror that was tied to their roof. No one seemed to noticed Evil in his blood stained clothes, since they all stared horrified at what remained of Burn.

Both of his eyes had been gouged out, and his mouth hung open, letting people see that his tongue had been cut out. He was missing his left arm completely, and it lay sprawled on the ground in chunks. His knee cap was shattered, and hunks of flesh had been ripped off his bones. Burn's belly was ripped open, and his guts hung out limply.

Some people vomited, or fell down in sobs, and others fainted. The ones that didn't were frozen in disbelief, staring at the remains of their friend. Most people couldn't even tell who he was anymore. However, as it sunk in, people began to point fingers at Evil and Flaky, seeing that he was soaked in blood and standing so close to her.

"Why would you do this?" Someone cried.

The blue wolf from before shouted at both of them. "Who are you terrible people!"

Evil grinned past all the blood," Knives and Kukri, and we've come here to kill you."

Yes, a kukri is really a type of knife, but can also be spelled as Khukuri. Just a little bit of random info.