Diary From The Carrot Union

Chapter 21: #DejaVu

 I swear I see some sort of pattern right here. Two days ago, I got my poor fluffy butt-tail-thingy shoved up my butterfly-filled guts when little Joseph came and broke me out of prison, however wrong a decision that might be, and now, it didn't take long until the guards realised that four of their men were dead.

But Wooftortellini was a straight-up professional. Exchanging glances with his subordinates as they draw submachine guns and mow down anything unfortunate to not return fire.

I could barely hear anything other than gunshots and jittering window shutter as we took cover behind a corridor. Still, I did feel a hearty tug upon my chest when Violet suddenly grabbed my shoulder.

"Wha? Who? Where? Oh! Violet?"

"Just please..." She said.

"Please, what?"

Violet pulled me close to her arms and hugged me as I'm some sort of plush toy. My first reaction was to break out and yell profanities to the extreme order but felt the wind shift as an eerie silence suddenly beckoned us.

And then I saw it, one of the Woofer's backed up to my position, while another one dragged a bullet-riddled corpse, gaping with bleeding holes.

That very sight of splattered viscera pressed a sour note upon my bowels, and every instinct of my body repulsed away.

And then I felt the warmth...The warmth surrounding my small, tiny body, and I realised that I felt something very peculiar and out of place in this grey, dingy shithole, as that...girl wrapped her hands around me.

I checked my pants and then the floor, but the bloody puddle I expected wasn't there...There was only...This weird feeling

And something inside me just prompted me to stop resisting

A new hailstorm of bullets ricochets throughout the chamber, hitting the glass panes and concrete as we cowered together while the Woofers fought back for our escape.

But of course, that warmth never stayed long, for Violet released her grasp and stood up as the silence beckoned us once more, but this time, the ricochets stopped.

"Coast is clear," Wooftortellini said, "Move out now!"
"But what about him?" Violet said, pointing at the remains of one of the dead Woofers.

"He's dead. Leave him."

"B-but..."

"Leave him," I interfered, grabbing Violet's paw and urging her to move.

There was nothing to joke about the death I witnessed firsthand, nor do I want to make any quippy and edgy remarks, especially in front of these Woofers and Violet, even though I am surprised at myself since I felt nothing but disgust.

I looked upwards and saw Violet's glassy eyes as we left, still puzzled on the reason why I felt something weird inside me when I felt her hug, so much that the door nearly hit my tail as we passed the corridors.

But I disregarded that feeling and moved to the pace of Wooftortellini, who seemed unfazed with everything that happened. Still, I thought to tone down my usual cynical quip and ask him gently.

"So what's your plan, huh, Woofer?"

The light shocked my poor retina as Wooftortellini kicked the front door open, and the gust of warm-sun kissed air entered my lungs, even though I swear the environment smelled coppery more than it is sunshine and equality.

We made our way back to Woofer's parked car, and I guess it took some time until Woofer processed my request.

"As Guava's plan, away from this cursed place into the border."

I still couldn't believe this Woofer's working with that pompous-ass asshole, and so I just voiced my concern. "Oh yeah, sure, that pompous fruit's plans would not backflip when the CGB come rappelling up our asses before dinnertime!"

"Listen Leon. We wouldn't risk tail and limb to save a random, catass-sniffing bureaucrat like you if it was not important. Believe that we got everything in control, understand? Now fewer questions, and get in the car!"

But before I could complain any further, I heard a tire screech westside from the road and saw an orange car speeding towards us. We naturally broke formation, but then the car stopped, and boy did I not expect to see that young lad's voice.

"Mr Leon! Mr Leon!"

His voice sent chills upon my head, and I stood frozen as he came closer and closer, "Joseph, is that you?" I asked.

But the young boy came straight to my chest and embraced me tightly, and I swear I thought one of my lungs busted upon the sheer force of his embrace.

"Oh my god! I thought you're dead!"

"Why? Why would I be dead?"

The boy answered with a nervous giggle before Wooftortellini decided to block my face with his buttocks and pushed me to the side.

"Joseph, you take him with you, and we will follow from behind. You know the rest, don't you?"

"Yeah, yeah!" Joseph responded, "No worries, Mr Woofer!"

And there goes Wooftortellini back in his car, escorting no one else but Violet in the backseat while the other Woofers flank her sides while I and Joseph ride the orange car.

I rode shotgun while Joseph drove, and boy did his appearance perfectly juxtaposition his vehicle, for the engines revved like an angry cow giving birth to an enraged child in broad sunlight.

But as we passed Wooftortellini's car, I accidentally (I swear it was accidental) stole a glimpse of that Violet girl and felt that strange sensation again.

It was very curious indeed...But all thoughts about it went away as we began speeding through the forest trek, up to the soft melody of the classical radio tunes...Well, until Joseph turned it back to the Hardbass FM, and there goes all the beauty of this freaking trip!

Like, oh my god! Can I have some peace and quiet in my life! Like, when's the last time I was actually calm? Right, never! Well...Probably this morning when Star woke me up.

Wait...Speaking of Star...

"The kid...The kid!"

"Mr Leon?"
"Where's the kid, Joseph! Where's the star!"