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room.\n\n\"I reckon you know this fella?\" Ricochet asked, hints of glumness riddling his voice. A long lost lover, perhaps? He was the strong type, a knight in shining armor no less. The type of male that a young witch could easily fall for. The sort of fur that put folks like Ricochet to shame. Spark bit at her lower lip, chewing at it thoughtfully for a moment, before she meandered forward in a few cautious steps.\n\n\"I Doooooo...\"Sparkle mumbled under her breath, half paying attention to Ricochet, but most of her senses were tuned into lion standing still. Maybe he was in the process of being turned into a statue. Maybe he'd need help, and if she proved to him she wasn't some blood sucking, soul stealing harpy, he'd be helpful to have around. The whimpers and quiet sobs from women trapped to the wall above her didn't go unnoticed by her. She'd seen enough movies and television shows to know it was a trap...but still...she couldn't dismiss an opportunity to turn Roland to her side. He was a unique and powerful warrior, and certainly someone she'd want to have with her against Drip, if it came down to it.\n\n\"Friend of yours?\" Ricochet was saying, as Roland moved like lightening; wrapping his gauntlet fingertips around Sparkle's throat and lifting her body into the air, high above his own shins in a life withering choke. Sparkle's eyes bulged out of their sockets and she immediately reached up to try and wrangle air from the iron grasp around her neck.\n\n\"Not so much...No. Bad guy. Def'netly. Def'netly badguy. \" Sparkle croaked while the knight held Ricochet at bay. He could snap her neck at a moment's notice...he had to plan his shot accordingly...Sparkle, however, wasn't struggling or squirming to try and escape- she was just hanging there, limply supported by his arms.\n\n\"Witch...you've caused me enough dishonor for a lifetime...here you shall pay th-\"Roland began before Sparkle cut him off with a raspy, choked whisper.\n\n\"Wa, wait. Aren't you already dead? Technically, I can't cause you ACCCK, okokok!\" Sparkle cried out as the grip tightened. Roland was in no mood for games, it seemed. That was fine, she could deal with that. Plan B.\n\n\"Roland...listen...l, listen...last...request...knights....always....\" Sparkle sobbed quietly in the lions arms. To her amazement, his grip loosened slightly. He raised an eyebrow, glaring at his captive, while Ricochet kept both his guns trained on the two of them.\n\n\"Roland...I get...a request...a powerful and honorable knight such as yourself would certainly grant a pathetic witch a request in her last moments of existence...would you not? I've always been a fan of Jokes...may I tell one last joke? Please? What harm is there in a joke?\" She asked quietly, while Roland let his sneer twist over his muzzle and he bought the wolf closer, down to eye level.\n\n\"Very well, witch. Make me laugh.\" The lion hissed. Spark licked her lips quietly, eyes rolling in thought while she tried to come up with her very best joke her mom had taught her...\n\n\"Ok...this is gonna be awesome! Ready for this? Knock Knock...?\n\"Whos-\" Roland began, his voice dredged in irritation at prolonging the gratuitous vengeance he longed for. However, it was not to be, as he was cut off mid-sentence.\n\n\"POKETHELIONINTHEEYES!\" Spark hollered, stabbing her fingers into Roland's eyes as cheerfully as she could. The lion howled in pain, reaching up to claw at his face and dropped Spark to the ground, whom kicked away from the feline, coughing and rubbing at her throat. A symphony of shots rang out, chiming together in the empty room, but the bullets Ricochet fired were harmlessly deflected by the lion's powerful gauntlets. Spark, however, seemed slightly less than phased by what just occurred. She beamed a bright, glittering smile at Ricochet and gestured quietly, for him to save his ammo.\n\n\"Come on, doncha get it? It's funny, cause I poked you in the eyes and I hate you. Nyuk, Nyuk, Nyuk!\" Sparkle explained while Roland reached for his sword, holding it at arm's length towards the blasphemous witch. While stoic and silent in his motions, his intent was terrifyingly clear. Yet still, Spark felt a bubbly grin trickle over her features, even if she were about to wet herself out of fear. The lion took a step forward, and swung his sword down with a ferocious chop that could have sundered a cement block, but Spark nimbly avoided the assault, dodging to the left as she did so.\n\n\"Oooo, Swingandamiss! Question for ya, chief; Do you fight as well as you fuck? Cause I gotta say, if ya do, Misses Roland has GOT to be bangin some other dude in heaven right about now. \" Spark bemused, grinning wickedly at the frustrated knight in front of her. His reaction to her query was much the same as she'd imagined it; downright fury. His muscles tensed, and he let forth a terrifying roar of absolute rage, only to be match by the fury of his swings and cuts, slicing his giant sword at the nimble girl again, and again, and again. Soon, he managed to press Spark back against the far wall, pinned and helpless. She had nowhere to run, and no more jokes to tell. She was done for. She lifted her arms up, offering a meek surrender and licked her lips as the lion pointed the sword at her throat.\n\n\"I win.\" She quipped suddenly, looking eternally amused at the lion's sudden confusion. He however, realized his error only seconds afterwards, his ears twitching at the sound of the gun being cocked behind him, and the cold steel of death pressed against the back of his head.\n\n\"Freeze.\" Ricochet hissed quietly, the coyote's eyes narrowed at the lion, watching for any reason to pull the trigger. Roland didn't know exactly what the device was, but he was certain having it pressed against his skull was not something he wanted, nor could escape from. The wolf, as if sensing this, gave a nasty grin, and slowly pushed the blade away from her with a single, sarcastic finger.\n\n\"Think of it as a futuristic crossbow. Only instead of a bolt, your head just explodes. Real messy. Be a champ and don't move. \" Sparkle explained, stepping away from Roland just as the door to the tower burst open and a horrific beast of a creature very casually walked into the room. It was impossibly tall, towering an easy nine feet in the air, with a fat round stomach and large digigrade legs. Blue colored fur, and black markings along it's eyes with an extraordinarily long lower jaw, just the way Ricochet had described what he had heard about him; The sin known as Drip.\n\nOne could spend great stretches of eternity, pondering the very essence of time itself, and the effects it had on the denizens of hell. Could time even exist without meaning? Where seconds were stretched to hours, and years flashed by in moments? Could the concept of eternity even be described in such a way that mortals would even grasp the full complexity of the word? For Spark Shadowpaw, time seemed to stop all together, and the seconds that lasted between the moments where the situation had turned from comedic to tragic lasted for years. She watched, wide eyed and distraught, feeling something inside of her shatter like glass, as Roland reversed the grasp on his sword and thrust it backwards sliding the thick blade like butter into Ricochet's stomach and out his back.\n\nInky, black gore splattered from the wound, painting Spark's shocked muzzle with a dirty shade of crimson life fluid. It happened in such slow motion, the wolf felt like she were moving through molasses. The silver, gleaming pistols clattering to the ground. The look of pain and terror across the coyote's muzzle, his duster fluttering around him, dancing in the air before laying stationary on the ground, collecting his blood. Time sped up again when pain erupted through her arm like a volcano- a hot burst of scarlet danced into the air like a ribbon, twirling in a wet design of suffering that caked the ground below. Sparkle drew back, holding an paw firmly over her arm where Roland had sliced her arm with an impressive spinning cut from his blade.\n\n\"Alright!! Game's over! This is where the fun stops! Siphon of Soul!\" Spark hollered, her eyes narrowed with the vicious spell that jumped from her lips and laid down it's presence with a remarkable display of light and energy. A wicked looking whip of lime green energy drove itself from her fingers, and propelled itself into Roland's chest. To Spark's amazement, however, while the wisp should have wrapped tightly around the knight's soul and tore it out of his body, it dissipated into a depressed looking trail of energy and vanished from existence. Roland didn't seem phased in the least and turned towards the witch with a snarl.\n\nSparkle was at a loss for words, her eyes wide in confusion and dancing across the space between her and Roland. A wild tango of impossibilities stretched out before her, spinning and tumbling about one and other, and she threw both her paws out again, seeking out a spell that would cause the lion the most harm she could think of.\n\n\"Call of Calamity!\" She barked, and yellow razors, spiked and furious, shot out of the palms of her paws, harmlessly careening off the lion's armor like water. Now the wolf had a sense of desperation eating away at her thoughts and rattling her sense of defense. No magic could scrape his armor?! Impossible!\n\n\"Discordia's Dirge!\" Spark called out again, tears in her eyes as Roland drew close enough to strike- and so he did. A flimsy little false swing that caught Sparkle off guard and drew scarlet bursts of pain to the ground below. A shallow wound, but a wound none the less that sliced right through her jacket, shirt and belly. The next move was far less forgiving. Sparkle had dodged the aforementioned attacks with the notion that Roland would be using full, slow swings to cleave her in two neat little pieces. What she got, was a surprisingly quick and shallow attack, he now was in an easy position for a devastating backhand to the face- and that's what he did, sending the wolf toppling to the ground with a howl of pain- only to be matched by the sound she made when his silver boot caught her square in the stomach while she was staggering to her feet, and sent her sliding and tumbling across the floor with a bone crunching snap. If her ribs weren't shattered before...\n\n\"Knock. Knock.\" Roland hissed as Sparkle's legs twitched and sputtered, trying to find the firm floor underneath her, but the world was a dizzying existence of agony. She clutched her stomach with both paws and wheezed in pain, watching helpless and bleary eyed as Roland walked towards her, giant sword poised to strike...\n\n\"Don't be stupid!\" A voice hollered all of a sudden, and Spark squealed in agony as a torturous set of fingers clutched her hair and drew her into the air. And suddenly, Spark found herself dangling face to face with the demon she'd come to know as Drip. They stared, for a long few seconds, before Spark's mouth found itself moving on its own.\n\n\"Why.\" She demanded. Her voice was frail and weak, but enough remained so that Drip could hear her, and he grinned a grin that seemed so wide his head would lop itself off to the ground at and moment. He held her tightly, like a puppet, and bounced her a bit by her thick, sharp locks of dirty red hair.\n\n\"I want to make a deal. How do you like hell so far? Ready to go home yet?\" He asked, clicking his tongue against his teeth with his graveled voice bit into Spark's ears. The wolf peered at him in confusion, before he gave a harsh laugh.\n\n\"She still hasn't figured it out!! Ok bitch. I'm going to do you a favor. I will send you back to earth, and I'm even gonna fix your pussy for you. How's that sound sugar tits? All you have to do, is say I get first crack at that crack and you go home, and this nightmare never happened.\" The entity hissed. Spark made no sound, ears perked, eyes watery. She wasn't going to make any bond with a demon like Drip. There as something else. Something missing. She could feel it.\n\n\"IMPOSSIBLE! You told me If I bought her to you, you would dispose of her! That was our deal! You help me get God's attention by disposing the most horrific of souls down here! \" Roland snarled. Drip glanced at the lion a moment, and then back to Spark and gave a snarl.\n\n\"And you didn't BRING her to me, did you?! You lost your fucking mind when you found out she was a witch and tried to KILL her, you fucking retard!! I NEED her. I made your armor immune to her magic so you could FETCH her when we got separated when I pulled her down here! See, shes going to agree to go back to earth. And when she gets there, she's going to have a kid. Stillborn; dead and without a soul and even knowing this, she won't abort it, because she wants a kid sooooooooo bad. She don't know if abortion counts or not as murder- and she'd never ever dream of doing anything to come back here. Since this bitch has died so many times, and touched the nether, she serves as a link between this realm and earth. Jack will come by, and take the soul of the baby away, I nudge my way in using the link mommy passed on and after I breathe a little life into it, make myself nice and comfy. And as a bonus, mommy will pass on allllllll those nasty spells she learned too. All I have to do....is fuck her! HA! Don't you get it bitch?! Do you get it now?! YOU'RE MY WAY OUT!!\" Drip hollered in her face, before the entire situation dawned on him and he burst into laughter. By now, Sparkle couldn't stop the tears racing down her cheeks and hung there limply in Drip's terrible grasp. Roland, however snarled and pointed his sword at the pair.\n\n\"I REFUSE! I REFUSE to stand by and allow this treachery to continue! I shall dispatch her myself! Your evil shall NOT be permitted to roam the earth!\" Roland declared with an air of superiority while Sparkle rolled her eyes. For a brief, glimmering moment, she thought he might claim he would fight Drip on her behalf-but no, that would be just stupid.\n\n\"My hero.\" She groaned quietly, and squealed when the sin holding her tossed her aside like a toy, paying no heed as she bounced and cracked across the ground. Her ribs were poking into her lungs...she could feel it. She closed her eyes, whimpering quietly in her throat, feeling the sensation of sleep creeping over her before she roused herself by dragging her paws through the floor. She glanced up, taking note that Drip and Roland had locked themselves in combat over her life, and glanced around a moment, before she noticed Ricochet.\n\n\"Ain't got time ta bleed.\" She groaned quietly, crawling to her paws and knees, before giving a shriek as her ribs groaned in protest. She ended up dragging her body towards Ricochet's, whom had dragged himself to a nearby wall and propped himself up- but he wasn't moving.\n\n\"Come on Sparky...You're a Sexual Tyrannosaurus...Get to da choppa...Ugh...keep moving...I'll sleep when I'm later...Err, Sleep when I'm dead...fuck...don't even remember what that's from...\"She groaned to herself, rattling off a few more phrases, before she pulled herself into the proximity of Ricochet. Keep moving. Keep yourself a wake. Come up with something else to say! Anything!\n\n\"Ric...Ricochet...wake up baby...come on...you gotta get up, you gotta wake up, we gotta go...we gotta get outta here...\" Sparkle sobbed quietly, reaching up to roll her paws against his face in a few weak slaps. Her heart skipped a beat when she noticed his eyes fluttered and her breath caught in her throat. He was still alive. That was step one! Step two...\n\n\"Look out...\"Ricochet groaned weakly, and Spark rolled to her side out of instinct, just as Roland's blade landed on the spot she was, missing her by a few scant inches. Hoisting herself to her feet, Sparkle frame gave the ultimate sign of protest, and the wolf fell to the ground, dry heaving helplessly while blood sputtered from her lips. She squeaked, paralyzed in agony, clutching her stomach as Roland drew himself towards her, sword in his gasp, eyes narrowed with intent. She didn't have a choice. She didn't have a choice and she'd never forgive herself for it...but she didn't have a choice.\n\n\"DRIP!! He...HE'S GONNA KILL ME!! HELP! IF I DIE YOU WON'T WIN!!\" She shrieked, eyes wide in terror, tears blurring her vision, pain keeping her on a tight rope of conscious. There was nothing else to do but watch as blood dribbled down her chin. She couldn't turn away- the lion lifting his sword, rage driving his movements- and he screamed in terror as a large thick tail wrapped around his middle and yanked him furiously away from Drip's precious prize. Spark whimpered quietly and peeled off her jacket, doing the best she could and tried to wrap it around Ricochet's blood soaked wound. He moaned quietly at her touch and reached up to grasp her paw.\n\n\"Only one bullet left...\"He whimpered, holding up the butt of his silver pistol, which Spark grasped in her paws.\n\n\"I...I can't...I can't...I hate guns...\"She sobbed while quietly. Ricochet shook his head and pointed towards Drip and Roland, locked in the throes of battle.\n\n\"I bet I can think of something you hate more.\"He hissed with a choking pink bubble of blood. Sparkle narrowed her eyes and turned towards Drip and Roland, and stood up slowly.\n\n\"Be right back. Don't die. \"Spark hissed. Ricochet offered her a meek salute and rested his paw over his stomach, keeping as much pressure on the wound as he could.\n\n\"So far so good. \" He mumbled.\n\n\n\nRoland, to his credit, had managed to stave off Drip with his sword and his skills alone. The sin had a large number of blood oozing wounds, and seemed less sure of himself then when he was holding Sparkle by her hair. The wolf limped her way towards the two of them, taking some satisfaction in noting that when Roland saw her coming, Drip immediately lashed at him with his tail. Drawing Roland right back into the fray of combat. She was positive, that \"Pride\" wasn't the word she wanted to use when she thought about how hard Drip was fighting to keep her from dying in hell, where her soul would surely remain...it was a nice feeling...or at least a confusing one. Caught up in her thoughts, she missed Roland twisting in mid turn to take a cleaving slice into her shoulder. The blow connected, and a powerful geyser of blood shot into the air leaving Spark's right arm limp and useless- the silver pistol clattering to the ground. Roland gave a hardy laugh while Drip froze where he was; some several feet away and too far to help rescue the wolf. Drawing her close, Roland, held her by the throat. He didn't have the strength to lift her up, so instead he held her at arm's length.\n\n\"No tricks. No games. No JOKES. I am taking your life. \" The lion whispered. The wolf gave a meekish sort of smile and reached out, gently tapping the lion on the nose, leaving a smear of blood.\n\"Beep. Pause.\" She smiled. The Lion froze, baffled at her actions, his eyes wandering around wildly while his body tried to move and slowly the wolf wriggled herself free of his grasp.\n\"That Spell...Freezes you in place. Pause. You let me get close. Your armor...is immune to magic...I touched YOU. Heh. Hard spell to cast...needs a lot of emotion...But that's cool, cause I really really hate you. \"She mumbled softly, and leaned up to kiss him softly on the cheek. \"Won't last long though and I'm really tired. But that's fine. Just needed to cast...one more.\" She whispered softly. \"From me...to you honey...Get well soon.\" She mewed before she took a step back and fell on her butt, whimpering at the crunch of her ribs. It only took a few seconds before Roland could move again, and when he could, he held his sword over his head, ready to bring it down ontop of Sparkle's russet skull and end the miserable wolf once and for all. That's what he wanted to do, anyway. What he managed to do, was drop the sword during it's raise and clutch his stomach, doubling over and vomiting profusely. Sparkle tilted her head, watching quietly as the sickness continued. Again and again he vomited, until there was nothing left- and then it was blood... Ususally, Sparkle didn't like forcing other furs to suffer. There were just some spells that you did not cast- and being a dark witch, there were a lot of them that fell under that category for her. But Roland had managed to gain a special place in her heart... The paladin vomited again and again, now no longer blood, but a pinkish, greenish ooze that smelled terrible- She was sure she could pick out a liver, and maybe a kidney but as she watched, two whole minutes later, Roland Whitehaven, Paladin of the Northlands dropped to his knees, and fell face first into the ground- dead.\n\nDrip smiled a tired, but assured smile towards Sparkle, giving her that rat bastard grin of lust that a rapist gives it's latest victim. Spark knew that grin well. She reached down slowly for the gun and held it up, pointing the shaking nozzle towards Drip before she slowly lowered it.\n\n\"Wow...Daddy really did a number on you didn't he, sweet cheeks? \"The rat chuckled tirelessly, standing with his head cocked, wondering if the wolf would try again. To his amusement, she stood up slowly, and tried to raise the gun at arm's length.\n\n\"Gonna...Gonna kill ya....Gonna kill ya...really...good...\"She panted softly, tears in her eyes, the nozzle shaking. Drip gave a wickedly atrocious grin and leaned forward, planting the nozzle of the gun right up against his nose.\n\n\"Come on slut, pull the trigger...go on...\" He jeered. Sparkle closed her eyes and looked away, sniffling quietly, the gun quivering madly in her paws. She had to...she HAD to! There was no other way to end the nightmare...click- went the pistol.\n\n\"I...\"She whimpered in confusion, looking at the gun in her paws. Had Ricochet made a mistake and given her an empty gun? Drip roared with laughter, reaching down to back hand the girl easily, sending the gun scattering across the ground.\n\n\"Rule number one about guns. You have to cock it first ya stupid bitch. \"Drip laughed wildly, and Spark gave a shallow sigh, shaking her head from her sprawled position on the ground.\n\n\"Not much of a Calamity Jane...Still one hell of a magician though...\" She muttered. The rat twisted his head to one side curiously narrowing his eyes at the cryptic phrase the wolf muttered.\n\n\"Eh? Why don't we make my cock disappear.\" The giant creature hissed lewdly, but Sparkle simply shook her head and slowly staggered to her feet, both her arms wrapped across her aching stomach.\n\n\"Actually, I was referring to the fact that I drew your attention away from Ricochet while he snuck up from behind.\" The wolf explained and shot him a wicked grin, and reached out, pointing her index and middle finger at his head.\n\n\"Bang.\" She whispered, while his eyes grew wide for half a moment, and a bullet hole appeared right between his eyes. The giant body of Sin slumped forward, dead and Sparkle hobbled over to Ricochet, whom offered her a weak, blood drained grin. He dropped himself to the ground, followed by Spark, moments later, and the two of them dragged aching, broken, bleeding bodies to the closest wall that they could and propped themselves up.\n\n\"Need you to do me a solid, Ricochet. I'm gonna need you to shoot me. Right here.\" Sparkle mumbled sadly, reaching up at tapping her skull. Ricochet gave a flat frown at the request and shook his head.\n\n\"Spark, I can't ju-\" He began, but Spark silenced him with a finger against his lips, the wolf girl shaking her head weakly before leaning in close to rest it against his shoulder.\n\n\"Can't argue with me, on this, ok? I can't...I can't go on. Drip's gonna keep coming after me...I know they regenerate in Hell. It's only a matter of time before either he tortures me until I agree to go back to earth, or something else kills me in my condition...can't get out through the Lustoids like this...I want you to do it.\" She begged quietly. Still, the Coyote shook his head. Spark gawked, absolutely floored by Ricochet's refusal to grant her this final wish.\n\n\"I'm outta bullets. \"He quipped. Put the nozzle to her head and pulled the trigger- with out the head exploding result. Sparkle rolled her head back, and even though it was like being stabbed in the stomach over and over she laughed. Ricochet laughed, holding her gently in his arms- and together they rested there, until Ricochet eventually closed his eyes, burning the image of Sparkle snuggled up next to him as the last thing he'd remember seeing.\n\n\"There's........No...Business...like Show.....Business....Like no...Business........I.....know....\" A tearful voice weakly cried out. Spark had remained next to Ricochet for an hour, no longer able to pull herself to her feet or find the strength to move. Her eyes soaked with tears and her face be smudged with dirt and blood, she sat with an arm wrapped around the corpse, unable to do anything, but wait for Drip to regenerate and take her as he saw fit. She glanced down quietly, smiling at a small happy face she'd drawn out of a puddle of blood, naming it \"Herbie Nobody.\"\n\n\"I wanted to be an...Actress Herbie...I thought I was... born for it. I used to...watch...T.V. Want to be there too. On the screen. I wanted...I wanted...mom...to be...so proud of me. Tried so hard. Bo, botched it on...stage...blood...there's so blood. Herbie. Herbie, oh, Herbie. But mom gave...the title....tothe wrongperson...I ruined everything. \" She hiccupped sadly, and leaned back as comfortably as she could against the wall, resting a paw over her bloody shoulder. It wasn't going to be much longer...she could feel it...\n\"God...I know...y, you hate me...I'm not a very good....kid. Mom is a good.......she's...a good mommy. Don't let her be sad. Don'tletherbesadokie? And, and my sis... Mysish...yougottalookaferem...you gottah...please? Don't let 'em end up here...s'not a...good place to be. Trushme. I don't pray. I don't pray a lot. But please. Do me a solid, okie?... Idunwanna...gotosleep...I don't wanna...\" The wolf sobbed quietly, rambling her last conscious thoughts into a distinct and breathless prayer. She was having more and more trouble breathing and the agony in her belly and chest were burning like fire. She was also fairly sure she'd pretty much run out of blood. She wasn't going to last much longer. She knew it. The sensation of pain was becoming less and less, and whatever it was that had burst inside of her stop hurting. She was on her way out. She barely even noticed when the door opened to the tower. She twisted her head, looking quietly at the three furs in front of her and gave a meek growl.\n\n\"Drip...send fuckers to....do his dirty werk...dun bother...on my...last legs. \"The wolf hissed, narrowing her eyes towards one of them that strongly resembled a rabbit. Her eyes widened for a moment and she huffed quietly. It was Jack.\n\n\"Took you long enough...\"She whimpered while the rabbit stared at her. She was almost positive, he was giving her a sorrowful look, but then, she wasn't too terribly sure of anything at the moment. The fur on the left looked much like a ferret with the one on the right looked like a wolf. The wolf, whom seemed dreadfully familiar to the Sparkle, knelt down and slowly took her paw into his, squeezing it softly.\n\n\"You're gonna be ok.\" He whispered. She narrowed her eyes at him and gave a deep sigh, fresh tears starting to seep down her cheeks as she watched the new demons tease her. Why didn't they just kill her already? Why couldn't she just rest in piece?\n\n\"Hey Sparky...you don't know me...but I'm your little brother.\" The wolf whispered quietly, while Spark let her head bob once, and then dip forward, eyes closed. The wolf whom made the statement was dressed in a pair of light blue pants with a bright blue sash around his hips. Other then that, he had fur the same color as hers, crystal blue eyes, and a short crop of hair with a blue strike right down the center.\n\n\"Brothers....older 'n me.\" She mumbled softly, her voice getting quieter. The wolf shook his head gently, offering the suffering girl a gentle smiled and slowly, reached his paws around her and helped lift her to her feet.\n\n\"Yeah...but I was in a car accident...before we were related.\" He explained quietly. She slowly opened an eye, glancing the taller wolf over and felt her body press into his. He pulsed with a warm sensation that she hadn't felt before- like a blanket was being pulled over her.\n\n\"...Christopher? Are you real?\" She asked meekly. She'd seen him before in pictures around her mother's apartment. The wolf broke into a great gleaming smile and chuckled gently helping the wolf hobble towards the exit of the tower. Jack and the Ferret remained behind, kneeling down to examine the Coyote's body.\n\n\"Yeah...yeah that's me. I'm an angel. Jack told me to come and get you.\" He whispered quietly to her. The wolf gave Christopher a glare, narrowing her eyes quietly before glancing towards Jack. Finally, she wrapped her arms around the stronger wolf and gave a soft, weakened sniffle.\n\n\"Can I go home?\" She begged. Christopher smiled that soft, angelic smile of his and nodded his head, unfurling his wings the moment he got outside- and shot into the air, cradling his sister tightly.\n\n\"Yeah.\" He whispered softly, rolling his shoulders back as each forceful burst of energy from his wings took the two of them higher and higher and higher still to the clouds and beyond.\n\nJack looked towards Reckonin with a grim sigh and reached into his robes, pulling out what looked like a cracked Hour glass, and slowly turned it over. Reckonin tilted his head curiously, and Jack gestured to the distant dot in the air that was once Spark and her half brother.\n\n\"You'd be wise to catch them...Central will be displeased if a living mortal enters heaven.\" He explained- and no more words were spoken. Reckonin was off like a shot, and Jack glanced down at Ricochet's corpse- whom was tightly clutching a pack of playing cards.\n\nThe End.", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "Spark glanced at Ricochet, who in turn, shook his head from side to side with a modest shrug at the sight of the stoic, stationary lion standing in the middle of the room.

"I reckon you know this fella?" Ricochet asked, hints of glumness riddling his voice. A long lost lover, perhaps? He was the strong type, a knight in shining armor no less. The type of male that a young witch could easily fall for. The sort of fur that put folks like Ricochet to shame. Spark bit at her lower lip, chewing at it thoughtfully for a moment, before she meandered forward in a few cautious steps.

"I Doooooo..."Sparkle mumbled under her breath, half paying attention to Ricochet, but most of her senses were tuned into lion standing still. Maybe he was in the process of being turned into a statue. Maybe he'd need help, and if she proved to him she wasn't some blood sucking, soul stealing harpy, he'd be helpful to have around. The whimpers and quiet sobs from women trapped to the wall above her didn't go unnoticed by her. She'd seen enough movies and television shows to know it was a trap...but still...she couldn't dismiss an opportunity to turn Roland to her side. He was a unique and powerful warrior, and certainly someone she'd want to have with her against Drip, if it came down to it.

"Friend of yours?" Ricochet was saying, as Roland moved like lightening; wrapping his gauntlet fingertips around Sparkle's throat and lifting her body into the air, high above his own shins in a life withering choke. Sparkle's eyes bulged out of their sockets and she immediately reached up to try and wrangle air from the iron grasp around her neck.

"Not so much...No. Bad guy. Def'netly. Def'netly badguy. " Sparkle croaked while the knight held Ricochet at bay. He could snap her neck at a moment's notice...he had to plan his shot accordingly...Sparkle, however, wasn't struggling or squirming to try and escape- she was just hanging there, limply supported by his arms.

"Witch...you've caused me enough dishonor for a lifetime...here you shall pay th-"Roland began before Sparkle cut him off with a raspy, choked whisper.

"Wa, wait. Aren't you already dead? Technically, I can't cause you ACCCK, okokok!" Sparkle cried out as the grip tightened. Roland was in no mood for games, it seemed. That was fine, she could deal with that. Plan B.

"Roland...listen...l, listen...last...request...knights....always...." Sparkle sobbed quietly in the lions arms. To her amazement, his grip loosened slightly. He raised an eyebrow, glaring at his captive, while Ricochet kept both his guns trained on the two of them.

"Roland...I get...a request...a powerful and honorable knight such as yourself would certainly grant a pathetic witch a request in her last moments of existence...would you not? I've always been a fan of Jokes...may I tell one last joke? Please? What harm is there in a joke?" She asked quietly, while Roland let his sneer twist over his muzzle and he bought the wolf closer, down to eye level.

"Very well, witch. Make me laugh." The lion hissed. Spark licked her lips quietly, eyes rolling in thought while she tried to come up with her very best joke her mom had taught her...

"Ok...this is gonna be awesome! Ready for this? Knock Knock...?
"Whos-" Roland began, his voice dredged in irritation at prolonging the gratuitous vengeance he longed for. However, it was not to be, as he was cut off mid-sentence.

"POKETHELIONINTHEEYES!" Spark hollered, stabbing her fingers into Roland's eyes as cheerfully as she could. The lion howled in pain, reaching up to claw at his face and dropped Spark to the ground, whom kicked away from the feline, coughing and rubbing at her throat. A symphony of shots rang out, chiming together in the empty room, but the bullets Ricochet fired were harmlessly deflected by the lion's powerful gauntlets. Spark, however, seemed slightly less than phased by what just occurred. She beamed a bright, glittering smile at Ricochet and gestured quietly, for him to save his ammo.

"Come on, doncha get it? It's funny, cause I poked you in the eyes and I hate you. Nyuk, Nyuk, Nyuk!" Sparkle explained while Roland reached for his sword, holding it at arm's length towards the blasphemous witch. While stoic and silent in his motions, his intent was terrifyingly clear. Yet still, Spark felt a bubbly grin trickle over her features, even if she were about to wet herself out of fear. The lion took a step forward, and swung his sword down with a ferocious chop that could have sundered a cement block, but Spark nimbly avoided the assault, dodging to the left as she did so.

"Oooo, Swingandamiss! Question for ya, chief; Do you fight as well as you fuck? Cause I gotta say, if ya do, Misses Roland has GOT to be bangin some other dude in heaven right about now. " Spark bemused, grinning wickedly at the frustrated knight in front of her. His reaction to her query was much the same as she'd imagined it; downright fury. His muscles tensed, and he let forth a terrifying roar of absolute rage, only to be match by the fury of his swings and cuts, slicing his giant sword at the nimble girl again, and again, and again. Soon, he managed to press Spark back against the far wall, pinned and helpless. She had nowhere to run, and no more jokes to tell. She was done for. She lifted her arms up, offering a meek surrender and licked her lips as the lion pointed the sword at her throat.

"I win." She quipped suddenly, looking eternally amused at the lion's sudden confusion. He however, realized his error only seconds afterwards, his ears twitching at the sound of the gun being cocked behind him, and the cold steel of death pressed against the back of his head.

"Freeze." Ricochet hissed quietly, the coyote's eyes narrowed at the lion, watching for any reason to pull the trigger. Roland didn't know exactly what the device was, but he was certain having it pressed against his skull was not something he wanted, nor could escape from. The wolf, as if sensing this, gave a nasty grin, and slowly pushed the blade away from her with a single, sarcastic finger.

"Think of it as a futuristic crossbow. Only instead of a bolt, your head just explodes. Real messy. Be a champ and don't move. " Sparkle explained, stepping away from Roland just as the door to the tower burst open and a horrific beast of a creature very casually walked into the room. It was impossibly tall, towering an easy nine feet in the air, with a fat round stomach and large digigrade legs. Blue colored fur, and black markings along it's eyes with an extraordinarily long lower jaw, just the way Ricochet had described what he had heard about him; The sin known as Drip.

One could spend great stretches of eternity, pondering the very essence of time itself, and the effects it had on the denizens of hell. Could time even exist without meaning? Where seconds were stretched to hours, and years flashed by in moments? Could the concept of eternity even be described in such a way that mortals would even grasp the full complexity of the word? For Spark Shadowpaw, time seemed to stop all together, and the seconds that lasted between the moments where the situation had turned from comedic to tragic lasted for years. She watched, wide eyed and distraught, feeling something inside of her shatter like glass, as Roland reversed the grasp on his sword and thrust it backwards sliding the thick blade like butter into Ricochet's stomach and out his back.

Inky, black gore splattered from the wound, painting Spark's shocked muzzle with a dirty shade of crimson life fluid. It happened in such slow motion, the wolf felt like she were moving through molasses. The silver, gleaming pistols clattering to the ground. The look of pain and terror across the coyote's muzzle, his duster fluttering around him, dancing in the air before laying stationary on the ground, collecting his blood. Time sped up again when pain erupted through her arm like a volcano- a hot burst of scarlet danced into the air like a ribbon, twirling in a wet design of suffering that caked the ground below. Sparkle drew back, holding an paw firmly over her arm where Roland had sliced her arm with an impressive spinning cut from his blade.

"Alright!! Game's over! This is where the fun stops! Siphon of Soul!" Spark hollered, her eyes narrowed with the vicious spell that jumped from her lips and laid down it's presence with a remarkable display of light and energy. A wicked looking whip of lime green energy drove itself from her fingers, and propelled itself into Roland's chest. To Spark's amazement, however, while the wisp should have wrapped tightly around the knight's soul and tore it out of his body, it dissipated into a depressed looking trail of energy and vanished from existence. Roland didn't seem phased in the least and turned towards the witch with a snarl.

Sparkle was at a loss for words, her eyes wide in confusion and dancing across the space between her and Roland. A wild tango of impossibilities stretched out before her, spinning and tumbling about one and other, and she threw both her paws out again, seeking out a spell that would cause the lion the most harm she could think of.

"Call of Calamity!" She barked, and yellow razors, spiked and furious, shot out of the palms of her paws, harmlessly careening off the lion's armor like water. Now the wolf had a sense of desperation eating away at her thoughts and rattling her sense of defense. No magic could scrape his armor?! Impossible!

"Discordia's Dirge!" Spark called out again, tears in her eyes as Roland drew close enough to strike- and so he did. A flimsy little false swing that caught Sparkle off guard and drew scarlet bursts of pain to the ground below. A shallow wound, but a wound none the less that sliced right through her jacket, shirt and belly. The next move was far less forgiving. Sparkle had dodged the aforementioned attacks with the notion that Roland would be using full, slow swings to cleave her in two neat little pieces. What she got, was a surprisingly quick and shallow attack, he now was in an easy position for a devastating backhand to the face- and that's what he did, sending the wolf toppling to the ground with a howl of pain- only to be matched by the sound she made when his silver boot caught her square in the stomach while she was staggering to her feet, and sent her sliding and tumbling across the floor with a bone crunching snap. If her ribs weren't shattered before...

"Knock. Knock." Roland hissed as Sparkle's legs twitched and sputtered, trying to find the firm floor underneath her, but the world was a dizzying existence of agony. She clutched her stomach with both paws and wheezed in pain, watching helpless and bleary eyed as Roland walked towards her, giant sword poised to strike...

"Don't be stupid!" A voice hollered all of a sudden, and Spark squealed in agony as a torturous set of fingers clutched her hair and drew her into the air. And suddenly, Spark found herself dangling face to face with the demon she'd come to know as Drip. They stared, for a long few seconds, before Spark's mouth found itself moving on its own.

"Why." She demanded. Her voice was frail and weak, but enough remained so that Drip could hear her, and he grinned a grin that seemed so wide his head would lop itself off to the ground at and moment. He held her tightly, like a puppet, and bounced her a bit by her thick, sharp locks of dirty red hair.

"I want to make a deal. How do you like hell so far? Ready to go home yet?" He asked, clicking his tongue against his teeth with his graveled voice bit into Spark's ears. The wolf peered at him in confusion, before he gave a harsh laugh.

"She still hasn't figured it out!! Ok bitch. I'm going to do you a favor. I will send you back to earth, and I'm even gonna fix your pussy for you. How's that sound sugar tits? All you have to do, is say I get first crack at that crack and you go home, and this nightmare never happened." The entity hissed. Spark made no sound, ears perked, eyes watery. She wasn't going to make any bond with a demon like Drip. There as something else. Something missing. She could feel it.

"IMPOSSIBLE! You told me If I bought her to you, you would dispose of her! That was our deal! You help me get God's attention by disposing the most horrific of souls down here!  " Roland snarled. Drip glanced at the lion a moment, and then back to Spark and gave a snarl.

"And you didn't BRING her to me, did you?! You lost your fucking mind when you found out she was a witch and tried to KILL her, you fucking retard!! I NEED her. I made your armor immune to her magic so you could FETCH her when we got separated when I pulled her down here! See, shes going to agree to go back to earth. And when she gets there, she's going to have a kid. Stillborn; dead and without a soul and even knowing this, she won't abort it, because she wants a kid sooooooooo bad. She don't know if abortion counts or not as murder- and she'd never ever dream of doing anything to come back here. Since this bitch has died so many times, and touched the nether, she serves as a link between this realm and earth. Jack will come by, and take the soul of the baby away, I nudge my way in using the link mommy passed on and after I breathe a little life into it, make myself nice and comfy. And as a bonus, mommy will pass on allllllll those nasty spells she learned too. All I have to do....is fuck her! HA! Don't you get it bitch?! Do you get it now?! YOU'RE MY WAY OUT!!" Drip hollered in her face, before the entire situation dawned on him and he burst into laughter. By now, Sparkle couldn't stop the tears racing down her cheeks and hung there limply in Drip's terrible grasp. Roland, however snarled and pointed his sword at the pair.

"I REFUSE! I REFUSE to stand by and allow this treachery to continue! I shall dispatch her myself! Your evil shall NOT be permitted to roam the earth!" Roland declared with an air of superiority while Sparkle rolled her eyes. For a brief, glimmering moment, she thought he might claim he would fight Drip on her behalf-but no, that would be just stupid.

"My hero." She groaned quietly, and squealed when the sin holding her tossed her aside like a toy, paying no heed as she bounced and cracked across the ground. Her ribs were poking into her lungs...she could feel it. She closed her eyes, whimpering quietly in her throat, feeling the sensation of sleep creeping over her before she roused herself by dragging her paws through the floor. She glanced up, taking note that Drip and Roland had locked themselves in combat over her life, and glanced around a moment, before she noticed Ricochet.

"Ain't got time ta bleed." She groaned quietly, crawling to her paws and knees, before giving a shriek as her ribs groaned in protest. She ended up dragging her body towards Ricochet's, whom had dragged himself to a nearby wall and propped himself up- but he wasn't moving.

"Come on Sparky...You're a Sexual Tyrannosaurus...Get to da choppa...Ugh...keep moving...I'll sleep when I'm later...Err, Sleep when I'm dead...fuck...don't even remember what that's from..."She groaned to herself, rattling off a few more phrases, before she pulled herself into the proximity of Ricochet. Keep moving. Keep yourself a wake. Come up with something else to say! Anything!

"Ric...Ricochet...wake up baby...come on...you gotta get up, you gotta wake up, we gotta go...we gotta get outta here..." Sparkle sobbed quietly, reaching up to roll her paws against his face in a few weak slaps. Her heart skipped a beat when she noticed his eyes fluttered and her breath caught in her throat. He was still alive. That was step one! Step two...

"Look out..."Ricochet groaned weakly, and Spark rolled to her side out of instinct, just as Roland's blade landed on the spot she was, missing her by a few scant inches. Hoisting herself to her feet, Sparkle frame gave the ultimate sign of protest, and the wolf fell to the ground, dry heaving helplessly while blood sputtered from her lips. She squeaked, paralyzed in agony, clutching her stomach as Roland drew himself towards her, sword in his gasp, eyes narrowed with intent. She didn't have a choice. She didn't have a choice and she'd never forgive herself for it...but she didn't have a choice.

"DRIP!! He...HE'S GONNA KILL ME!! HELP! IF I DIE YOU WON'T WIN!!" She shrieked, eyes wide in terror, tears blurring her vision, pain keeping her on a tight rope of conscious. There was nothing else to do but watch as blood dribbled down her chin. She couldn't turn away- the lion lifting his sword, rage driving his movements- and he screamed in terror as a large thick tail wrapped around his middle and yanked him furiously away from Drip's precious prize. Spark whimpered quietly and peeled off her jacket, doing the best she could and tried to wrap it around Ricochet's blood soaked wound. He moaned quietly at her touch and reached up to grasp her paw.

"Only one bullet left..."He whimpered, holding up the butt of his silver pistol, which Spark grasped in her paws.

"I...I can't...I can't...I hate guns..."She sobbed while quietly. Ricochet shook his head and pointed towards Drip and Roland, locked in the throes of battle.

"I bet I can think of something you hate more."He hissed with a choking pink bubble of blood. Sparkle narrowed her eyes and turned towards Drip and Roland, and stood up slowly.

"Be right back. Don't die. "Spark hissed. Ricochet offered her a meek salute and rested his paw over his stomach, keeping as much pressure on the wound as he could.

"So far so good. " He mumbled.



Roland, to his credit, had managed to stave off Drip with his sword and his skills alone. The sin had a large number of blood oozing wounds, and seemed less sure of himself then when he was holding Sparkle by her hair. The wolf limped her way towards the two of them, taking some satisfaction in noting that when Roland saw her coming, Drip immediately lashed at him with his tail. Drawing Roland right back into the fray of combat. She was positive, that "Pride" wasn't the word she wanted to use when she thought about how hard Drip was fighting to keep her from dying in hell, where her soul would surely remain...it was a nice feeling...or at least a confusing one. Caught up in her thoughts, she missed Roland twisting in mid turn to take a cleaving slice into her shoulder. The blow connected, and a powerful geyser of blood shot into the air leaving Spark's right arm limp and useless- the silver pistol clattering to the ground. Roland gave a hardy laugh while Drip froze where he was; some several feet away and too far to help rescue the wolf. Drawing her close, Roland, held her by the throat. He didn't have the strength to lift her up, so instead he held her at arm's length.

"No tricks. No games. No JOKES. I am taking your life. " The lion whispered. The wolf gave a meekish sort of smile and reached out, gently tapping the lion on the nose, leaving a smear of blood.
"Beep. Pause." She smiled. The Lion froze, baffled at her actions, his eyes wandering around wildly while his body tried to move and slowly the wolf wriggled herself free of his grasp.
"That Spell...Freezes you in place. Pause. You let me get close. Your armor...is immune to magic...I touched YOU. Heh. Hard spell to cast...needs a lot of emotion...But that's cool, cause I really really hate you. "She mumbled softly, and leaned up to kiss him softly on the cheek. "Won't last long though and I'm really tired. But that's fine. Just needed to cast...one more." She whispered softly. "From me...to you honey...Get well soon." She mewed before she took a step back and fell on her butt, whimpering at the crunch of her ribs. It only took a few seconds before Roland could move again, and when he could, he held his sword over his head, ready to bring it down ontop of Sparkle's russet skull and end the miserable wolf once and for all. That's what he wanted to do, anyway. What he managed to do, was drop the sword during it's raise and clutch his stomach, doubling over and vomiting profusely. Sparkle tilted her head, watching quietly as the sickness continued. Again and again he vomited, until there was nothing left- and then it was blood... Ususally, Sparkle didn't like forcing other furs to suffer. There were just some spells that you did not cast- and being a dark witch, there were a lot of them that fell under that category for her. But Roland had managed to gain a special place in her heart... The paladin vomited again and again, now no longer blood, but a pinkish, greenish ooze that smelled terrible- She was sure she could pick out a liver, and maybe a kidney but as she watched, two whole minutes later, Roland Whitehaven, Paladin of the Northlands dropped to his knees, and fell face first into the ground- dead.

Drip smiled a tired, but assured smile towards Sparkle, giving her that rat bastard grin of lust that a rapist gives it's latest victim. Spark knew that grin well. She reached down slowly for the gun and held it up, pointing the shaking nozzle towards Drip before she slowly lowered it.

"Wow...Daddy really did a number on you didn't he, sweet cheeks? "The rat chuckled tirelessly, standing with his head cocked, wondering if the wolf would try again. To his amusement, she stood up slowly, and tried to raise the gun at arm's length.

"Gonna...Gonna kill ya....Gonna kill ya...really...good..."She panted softly, tears in her eyes, the nozzle shaking. Drip gave a wickedly atrocious grin and leaned forward, planting the nozzle of the gun right up against his nose.

"Come on slut, pull the trigger...go on..." He jeered. Sparkle closed her eyes and looked away, sniffling quietly, the gun quivering madly in her paws. She had to...she HAD to! There was no other way to end the nightmare...click- went the pistol.

"I..."She whimpered in confusion, looking at the gun in her paws. Had Ricochet made a mistake and given her an empty gun? Drip roared with laughter, reaching down to back hand the girl easily, sending the gun scattering across the ground.

"Rule number one about guns. You have to cock it first ya stupid bitch. "Drip laughed wildly, and Spark gave a shallow sigh, shaking her head from her sprawled position on the ground.

"Not much of a Calamity Jane...Still one hell of a magician though..." She muttered. The rat twisted his head to one side curiously narrowing his eyes at the cryptic phrase the wolf muttered.

"Eh? Why don't we make my cock disappear." The giant creature hissed lewdly, but Sparkle simply shook her head and slowly staggered to her feet, both her arms wrapped across her aching stomach.

"Actually, I was referring to the fact that I drew your attention away from Ricochet while he snuck up from behind." The wolf explained and shot him a wicked grin, and reached out, pointing her index and middle finger at his head.

"Bang." She whispered, while his eyes grew wide for half a moment, and a bullet hole appeared right between his eyes. The giant body of Sin slumped forward, dead and Sparkle hobbled over to Ricochet, whom offered her a weak, blood drained grin. He dropped himself to the ground, followed by Spark, moments later, and the two of them dragged aching, broken, bleeding bodies to the closest wall that they could and propped themselves up.

"Need you to do me a solid, Ricochet. I'm gonna need you to shoot me. Right here." Sparkle mumbled sadly, reaching up at tapping her skull. Ricochet gave a flat frown at the request and shook his head.

"Spark, I can't ju-" He began, but Spark silenced him with a finger against his lips, the wolf girl shaking her head weakly before leaning in close to rest it against his shoulder.

"Can't argue with me, on this, ok? I can't...I can't go on. Drip's gonna keep coming after me...I know they regenerate in Hell. It's only a matter of time before either he tortures me until I agree to go back to earth, or something else kills me in my condition...can't get out through the Lustoids like this...I want you to do it." She begged quietly. Still, the Coyote shook his head. Spark gawked, absolutely floored by Ricochet's refusal to grant her this final wish.

"I'm outta bullets. "He quipped. Put the nozzle to her head and pulled the trigger- with out the head exploding result. Sparkle rolled her head back, and even though it was like being stabbed in the stomach over and over she laughed. Ricochet laughed, holding her gently in his arms- and together they rested there, until Ricochet eventually closed his eyes, burning the image of Sparkle snuggled up next to him as the last thing he'd remember seeing.

"There's........No...Business...like Show.....Business....Like no...Business........I.....know...." A tearful voice weakly cried out. Spark had remained next to Ricochet for an hour, no longer able to pull herself to her feet or find the strength to move. Her eyes soaked with tears and her face be smudged with dirt and blood, she sat with an arm wrapped around the corpse, unable to do anything, but wait for Drip to regenerate and take her as he saw fit. She glanced down quietly, smiling at a small happy face she'd drawn out of a puddle of blood, naming it "Herbie Nobody."

"I wanted to be an...Actress Herbie...I thought I was... born for it. I used to...watch...T.V. Want to be there too. On the screen. I wanted...I wanted...mom...to be...so proud of me. Tried so hard. Bo, botched it on...stage...blood...there's so blood. Herbie. Herbie, oh, Herbie. But mom gave...the title....tothe wrongperson...I ruined everything. " She hiccupped sadly, and leaned back as comfortably as she could against the wall, resting a paw over her bloody shoulder. It wasn't going to be much longer...she could feel it...
"God...I know...y, you hate me...I'm not a very good....kid. Mom is a good.......she's...a good mommy. Don't let her be sad. Don'tletherbesadokie? And, and my sis... Mysish...yougottalookaferem...you gottah...please? Don't let 'em end up here...s'not a...good place to be. Trushme. I don't pray. I don't pray a lot. But please. Do me a solid, okie?... Idunwanna...gotosleep...I don't wanna..." The wolf sobbed quietly, rambling her last conscious thoughts into a distinct and breathless prayer. She was having more and more trouble breathing and the agony in her belly and chest were burning like fire. She was also fairly sure she'd pretty much run out of blood. She wasn't going to last much longer. She knew it. The sensation of pain was becoming less and less, and whatever it was that had burst inside of her stop hurting. She was on her way out. She barely even noticed when the door opened to the tower. She twisted her head, looking quietly at the three furs in front of her and gave a meek growl.

"Drip...send fuckers to....do his dirty werk...dun bother...on my...last legs. "The wolf hissed, narrowing her eyes towards one of them that strongly resembled a rabbit. Her eyes widened for a moment and she huffed quietly. It was Jack.

"Took you long enough..."She whimpered while the rabbit stared at her. She was almost positive, he was giving her a sorrowful look, but then, she wasn't too terribly sure of anything at the moment. The fur on the left looked much like a ferret with the one on the right looked like a wolf. The wolf, whom seemed dreadfully familiar to the Sparkle, knelt down and slowly took her paw into his, squeezing it softly.

"You're gonna be ok." He whispered. She narrowed her eyes at him and gave a deep sigh, fresh tears starting to seep down her cheeks as she watched the new demons tease her. Why didn't they just kill her already? Why couldn't she just rest in piece?

"Hey Sparky...you don't know me...but I'm your little brother." The wolf whispered quietly, while Spark let her head bob once, and then dip forward, eyes closed. The wolf whom made the statement was dressed in a pair of light blue pants with a bright blue sash around his hips. Other then that, he had fur the same color as hers, crystal blue eyes, and a short crop of hair with a blue strike right down the center.

"Brothers....older 'n me." She mumbled softly, her voice getting quieter. The wolf shook his head gently, offering the suffering girl a gentle smiled and slowly, reached his paws around her and helped lift her to her feet.

"Yeah...but I was in a car accident...before we were related." He explained quietly. She slowly opened an eye, glancing the taller wolf over and felt her body press into his. He pulsed with a warm sensation that she hadn't felt before- like a blanket was being pulled over her.

"...Christopher? Are you real?" She asked meekly. She'd seen him before in pictures around her mother's apartment. The wolf broke into a great gleaming smile and chuckled gently helping the wolf hobble towards the exit of the tower. Jack and the Ferret remained behind, kneeling down to examine the Coyote's body.

"Yeah...yeah that's me. I'm an angel. Jack told me to come and get you." He whispered quietly to her. The wolf gave Christopher a glare, narrowing her eyes quietly before glancing towards Jack. Finally, she wrapped her arms around the stronger wolf and gave a soft, weakened sniffle.

"Can I go home?" She begged. Christopher smiled that soft, angelic smile of his and nodded his head, unfurling his wings the moment he got outside- and shot into the air, cradling his sister tightly.

"Yeah." He whispered softly, rolling his shoulders back as each forceful burst of energy from his wings took the two of them higher and higher and higher still to the clouds and beyond.

Jack looked towards Reckonin with a grim sigh and reached into his robes, pulling out what looked like a cracked Hour glass, and slowly turned it over. Reckonin tilted his head curiously, and Jack gestured to the distant dot in the air that was once Spark and her half brother.

"You'd be wise to catch them...Central will be displeased if a living mortal enters heaven." He explained- and no more words were spoken. Reckonin was off like a shot, and Jack glanced down at Ricochet's corpse- whom was tightly clutching a pack of playing cards.

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