PA 3.5: End of a Tail

Chapter XIII Part II

With a sudden whoosh and crackle, the bell-shaped wand jingled, and a spell was cast, quickly entrapping the unaware Bloodhound in her bed and leaving her totally unable to even raise a paw. She didn't speak, but panic danced across her face as she realized what was happening.

"Hello puppy!" Patches announced. "Didn't expect me to show up so early in the day, eh?" He was blushing with excitement as he shut the window behind himself. "Say, with you being a relative of the Wichens and all, do you still count as being an orphan? Just asking so I can figure out how awful what I'm about to do is!" He brandished the wand; despite its disarming appearance, it was still a menacing tool of moulding and destruction.

"YOU!" Ginger let loose her magical energy, puncturing the wire in places and surprising Patches.

"Ah ah- be careful with your volume! We wouldn't know what would happen if someone got curious and decided to check in on our little conversation; best keep it quiet if you value the lives of some poor bystanders."

Seemingly unconvinced, Ginger began to yell aloud. "SOMEONE!! HELP!!" she screamed, making Patches' sensitive ears twitch in frustration. With another twirl of Mitt's wand, more grey wire wrapped itself around Ginger's muzzle and body. The wire kept her muzzle shut and forced her to mumble her words rather than speak or yell.

"You know, that's what I love about you Ginger;" he swooned mockingly, "you don't care about the bodycount, just results." The dog looked at him with defiant eyes, magic radiating off of her body as the barbed wire slowly began to come undone.

"Woa, not so fast there!" Patches flicked his wand about conjuring more and more barbed wire until the pup was totally encased in the stuff, practically making her eyes bulge with how much it was squeezing her. She moaned in pain as the barbs dug into her skin, causing some extreme discomfort and drawing blood as Patches spoke. "There, now that we're nice and comfortable, let's talk."

He looked at her and paused, smiling with a tired face. "Yes! Talk! I'm not here to kill you after all," he said with confidence, answering the unasked question. "No, I'm just here to reminisce about our times spent with one another: falling in love, raising the dead together, them betraying me, you betraying me, you killing me and then trying to banish me to Infurno, good times, eh?" He asked with a powerful intent in his eyes, slowly beginning to lean over the dog with a darkly malicious glare.

Ginger tried muttering something Patches couldn't quite make out. He loomed over the dog now, absolutely ecstatic in how he had total control over her situation. "Oh, and how could I forget our little heart to heart?

"Remember what you told me? A life full of happy dogs and cats, with a family, and people who love you?" he chuckled, mocking the dog, "Give me a break. You knew it wasn't that simple for me, never could be, people don't just change in a day, especially not you; you little psychopath. You'll see; one day, things will change, and you'll figure out just how awful it is being tossed aside like trash."

"Gr-w -p," she said through her muffled mouth. Patches dismissively smiled, waving his wand at the wire around her muzzle so that she could speak freely. There were indentations where the wire had squeezed; although there was no blood, it looked pretty uncomfortable.

"Excuse you?" he asked.

"Grow up," she said, spite boiling her voice. "Do you really think you're the only person suffering right now?"

"Oh please, like any-"

"SHUT. UP," she barked at him, baring her teeth as her eyes glowed from behind her brown hair.

"Alright, fine, jeez," Patches muttered, leaning away from Ginger and raising his paws up in surrender.

"You've killed people! Good dogs and cats! How do you not understand that you're dangerous, and you can't be trusted?!"