Your Last Wish

Chapter 14

                  You thrust and trashed. Jack looked at you in annoyance. A cloth went across your mouth and eyes. "There, much better." Jack huffed. "No! I'm just using his easy path to get my wish." you heard Puss say. "You mean my wish." Kitty remarked. "You mean my wish!" Jack bellowed, coming out of the leaves. "Sorry." Perrito whimpered, stick still in mouth. You heard thumping and shouting. "The Baker's Dozen." Puss said. You heard the unsheathing of a blade. "Let them go!" Kitty hissed. 

                 "Oh, I don't know. I might keep them." he said, patting your back lightly.  "Would you like a treat?" he cooed at Perrito. "Nice granny bag, Little Jack!" Kitty added teasingly. You felt Jack heat up in anger.  "It's not a granny bag! It is a magic nanny bag!" he yelled. You wish you could've covered your ears. He pulled out something as you almost toppled over his shoulder. "Now, make with the map. Or we'll see what the unicorn horn really does!" Jack threatened as Perrito whimpered. You heard Puss gasp.

                   "You're not gonna shoot a girl and a puppy, are you, Jack?" a voice stammered. "Yeah, in the face. Why?" he said. You suddenly heard screaming as the carriage wobbled. "What?" Jack said. "Give us the map, or baker man gets it!" Goldi yelled. Jack scoffed. "I don't even have the map, Little Bo-Creep." he mocked before the carriage shook again. You yelped. This time sending you toppling off the carriage and onto the ground, knocking the very-much-needed air out of you.

                       "Stop throwing my men at me!" Jack ordered. You quickly stood up as you took your blindfold off with still tied hands. Perrito scurried away from the Jack's men. You started running. "Puss in Boots has the map!" you heard Baby-Bear scream. "Let's get him!" Papa-Bear roared. You ducked as a knife grazed your head. You groaned as blood flooded your left-eye's vision. 

                         You heard Kitty laughing wildly as screams and battle-cry's could be heard. A knife slashed your ropes off as you looked around wildly. "Watch yourself, hermana!" Kitty laughed. You made your way through knives and hammers to Puss with his small blade. "Watch out!" you squeaked as a baker lunged his hammer at Puss, who gradually dodged it.

                          And just before your eyes the man was shot with a unicorn horn. A cloud of confetti smothered you and Puss, and all that was left of the man was clothes. Your eyes widened in shock. Puss spat the sparkly confetti out of his mouth. "What?!" he yelled.

                          You heard Jack laugh his nasally laugh. "So that's what they do. Cool!" he remarked. "I got your back, Puss!" you said. A butcher's knife was abut to come down on him when you pulled out a dagger. You prepared for the impact till you heard a *thunk*. You looked to see the woman shot with another horn. "Aw, you shot me!" she yelled. A burst of confetti blinded you and Puss once again.

                            You felt like crying. All these people...dropping like flies. "Ah, the sight's off!" Jack groaned. A man grabbed Puss as you snapped your head to him. "I got him, Mr. Horner!" the man yelled before being shot with a horn. "My bad!" Jack yelled. "Oh, no." Puss groaned. The man exploded, knocking you and Puss back. The man's mace landed on your leg wound. A scream ripped from your throat as you threw the weapon off the wound. Blood was already seeping from the wound. Just when you thought things couldn't get any worse.

                             Your ears seemed to be deaf to any other sound but the dreaded whistle. You pounded your fist to the ground. "Just leave me alone!" you screamed. You looked to Puss who was breathing heavily, his fur was staticky and frazzled. His eyes were wide. You followed his gaze to a small cave. Your eyes widened as you looked at the wolf. His gaze was on Puss before it shifted to you. Puss ran as Perrito followed after him. Your eyelids drooped as the ground began to shake. 

                               Pine trees sprouted as your head met the ground. Your eyes felt heavy. A large pool of blood surrounded you as you closed your eyes. You felt like sleeping. Sleeping sounded nice. So you shut off your thoughts, closed your eyes, and slept. You throat hummed the lobo's tune before you drifted into a sweet slumber.

"To whom shall I give this baby girl?

If I give her to the black ox, he'll keep her for a week.

If I give her to the old hag, she'll keep her for an entire year.

If I give her to the wolf, he'll keep her for a long time."

 (801 word count, maybe one or two chapters then Death is coming in. WHOOP WHOOP!!!)