The Fight for Love (Sequel to the Opposites) Book 2

The Party

(This chapter will be a bit longer then the others, just a heads up. Anyways enjoy the chapter!)

"Love can be the best feeling in the world...but it can also be the very thing to destroy you."

(Heyo, so, my name's ManOfMany Tales, I made a typo last time and put "ManOfManyTails")

(???'s POV)

It was cold, I was on the snow covered ground, after having the wind knocked out of me, the wind was blowing hard, and the snow hitting me hurt. I looked up to see a scythe swinging, and I closed my eyes, ready to be hit. But the pain never came. I opened up one eye and looked up to see him, with a scythe through his chest. I looked at the wielder of the scythe, at his skeletal face, into his deep purple eyes, with a hatred more powerful than a thousand suns. And I picked up the green and black sword I had, which instantly changed to be a small dagger. And I yelled and threw it at the creature, with enough accuracy that even a sniper would be impressed, and landed it right between his purple flames for eyes. It cracked right through the bone, and he screeched this ungodly noise. As the creature fell to the ground, its body, skeleton with this ragged white robe, similar to the grim reaper, slowly fell to black powder, which dispersed in the wind. I looked down at the pink and white imperfect fox hybrid that was lying at my feet, blood coming out of his mouth, and crouched next to him, and while sobbing, I took off my coat, the only thing protecting me from the arctic winds, and held it to his chest, trying to stop the blood.

"FUNTIME!" I exclaimed, very distressed. The blood wasn't stopping. I put my hand on his cheek, and held him closer to me, crying. "Y-You're gonna be ok. You're coming home, you aren't leaving me!" I said, crying more, "This injury? We're going to get it fixed, I'm sure the ISSA has something that can help. O-Or Doc? Remember him? He can help." I said through heavy tears, even though that deep down, I knew, Funtime Foxy wasn't gonna come home. I felt a cold hand on my cheek, and it pulled me closer, so he could kiss my snout. "H-Hey, r-rememb-ber that I-I w-would n-never g-go w-without saying g-goodbye?" Funtime Foxy said. I nodded, the tears freezing into my fur. "I-I'm k-keeping that p-p-promise..." He said, pained. "D-Don't go! Don't leave me! I c-can't go on without you!" I said. "Remember my f-first words I ever said t-to y-you? B-Back in h-highsc-school? After I-I stepped on y-your tail?" He asked me, his voice weaker. I remembered those words, those first 3 words he ever said to me, when we first met 6 years ago, in our 10th grade year at age 16. "Oh y-you're beautiful?" I said, freezing. He nodded, "Yes, y-yes you are, m-my adorable, l-little vixen. C-can you do something f-for me?" He asked me, sad, his voice growing weaker. I nodded, "Anything." "J-Just d-don't let o-our daughter f-forget w-who her d-dad was...." He said, and with that, his grip on me went slack, and his body went limp, his eyes glazing over. Dead.

Suddenly, the half-disintegrated body of the creature that stabbed Funtime Foxy spoke. "Y-You made a grave error, my superior...Xangle...will kill you...he will give you a fate worse than death, much worse than what he did to your father....Remember my name...The Wraith...." And his body fully disintegrated and the wind dispersed it over the arctic flats. I looked back at Funtime, my best friend, and kissed him. When I pulled away, I sat on my knees and screamed. I screamed and screamed and screamed so much that I felt my already damaged vocal cords snap, and I didn't care. I kept silently screaming. I could hear my initial scream still echoing over the arctic flats, with nothing to absorb the noise. I lied down next to Funtime and held him close, not willing to accept that he was dead. I was freezing as the arctic night drew closer. I was more and more willing to die right there next to him. As the hours passed, I felt my pulse and body get weaker and weaker, and started passing out. I looked up to the sky and saw a helicopter with the letters I.S.S.A on its side. It started coming down, and I passed out from the cold just before it landed.