4~ Death in a Ditch ~4

"So you may be granted anew, a life with two."

Well fuck. Wasn't life just dandy?

The fox, with little difficulty, scrambled down to join Leo at bottom of the lonely ditch. The moon sulked behind a blanket of clouds, as if it couldn't bear to spectate any longer. Leo wished he could join it, be careful what you wish for.

"Piss... off," a broken engine does not make for a scary voice, Leo's wheeze was utterly pathetic. The fox growled, fangs bared, "Are you fucking stupid, Kiddo? What part of stop, don't you get? You heard me call and went all ape shit, Jesus you're hurt- I fuck, I don't, I can't...."

What was Daniel doing? Was he... No. Sure, Leo had the consciousness of a man clubbed in the head, which certainly didn't help, but he didn't need his sight, his hearing was something he took pride in. Voices, deep down they cannot lie.

"C-can you move?"

"Go... die in a ditch..." Leo internally scoffed at the irony, he could hear the faint trace of humour in Scruffy's reply.

"Kiddo you are stupid, dumbest idiot kid I've ever met. What retard runs off into the night like some hooligan? I was just trying to stop something like this from happening you know?- but of course, of course! You'd ignore me. Not like you're the first."

"Call a.. fucking ambulance, you hypocrite.. I'm not an anime character- I don't have... an unlimited blood supply." As much as Leo loved the chance to chat with his friendly neighbourhood potential drug dealer- he didn't want his life to end from something as dumb as a falling down a ditch.

"Sorry Kiddo, I don't watch anime, nor can I call you an ambulance. You're coming with me."

What.

This voice, was cold in stone unlike before. It hid no truth, but was merely fact. There was nothing the mouse could do. Leo felt panicked, stunned, this was real? Yeah, he wasn't a particularly nice person, but had he really done anything to deserve this? Where was his good karma?

"N-no.."

Apparently, Leo's mind was happy to agree with Scruffy, as he didn't remember much after that. The black that claimed him was not calming, but more imposing. It violated his body, and suffocated him in uneasy rest.

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The light that draped him, was sweet honey gold and spotted like a butterfly wing. It was the usual warm hand of the sun, just the right kind softly creeping through the window and blinds. Pretty.

Leo's eyes flickered, adjusting to the bright that stung them. Okay. So, if heaven was what Leo thought it was, a big gate, fluffy clouds, God, Jesus and what not- where was this? Hell perhaps?  Where was his father? No, there weren't flames or screams of agony. Just a quite, little room filled with boxes and dainty sunlight.

The air around him drifted very slowly, almost still. It was as if time were peacefully frozen. Why was Leo lying on the floor of some random house? Pretty damn dusty floor he might add, and god how old did those feral patterns on the carpet have to be to look like that? 

That soft thing under his head, a pillow? Hmm. No, a folded up jacket. The zipper was digging into his head. The mouse squeaked when it tried to roll over, who had stabbed him? This pain really something, he wouldn't be moving anytime soon.

Leo huffed, and his ribs bitched for the extra work. What had the fox done with him?

I don't care.

Leo stared up at the old celling with its dark wood. Its patterns all drew into the centre of the roof, probably making a point only visible from the outside. He had given up on finding his centre long ago, patterns aren't pretty alone.

The mouse had read that foxes sometimes buried their prey, to store for later. Leo figured he was being stored, a prince locked in a rotting old shed, guarded by the big bad fox. What a ludicrous fairytale.

He was expecting it, but none the less it surprised him. Company had arrived-

And it wasn't the fox.

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