𝐔𝐧𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐒𝐲𝐦𝐩𝐡𝐨𝐧𝐲 ~ 𝐇𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐫𝐛𝐲 {𝐋𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐚𝐝𝐚𝐢𝐬𝐲}

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟑 ~ 𝐀𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐞

"Who was that guy?" Rocky Rickaby mumbled. He sat in the back seat next to Calvin Mcmurray, (or Freckle as he called him) his cousin. 

Ivy Pepper sat in the front seat, driving the beat up 1927 Ford Model A that Rocky pretty much lived in, down the bumpy road towards St. Louis. "Which one? There was two of them..." Ivy answered.

"Mr. Serious Face, that's who. The one with the gun, and spectacles." Rocky narrowed his eyes, and glanced at his cousin, who was adjusting his green bow-tie. "Careful, sunshine. Ya don't wanna rip it."

"Mordecai. Mordecai Heller. He used to work with Ms. Mitsi way back when. A bit before you came here, Rocky." Ivy took a turn down a backroad, wanting to avoid any police. After their late-night rendezvous, the last thing the three needed was the feds on their tail, pun intended. Especially since they had a trunk full of booze- Canadian Whiskey, at that. 

"Mordecai..." Rocky mumbled to himself. He slouched in his seat, and peered out the window at the passing trees, draped against the night sky.

Rocky wasn't sure what it was exactly, but he liked Mordecai. The energy the tuxedo cat gave off was serious, but dangerous. And a part of Rocky, the stupid and pyromaniac part, felt alive when he felt that dangerous energy.

He giggled under his breath, imaging what it would be like to break that facade of seriousness surrounding Mr. Mordecai Heller. Would he smile? Cry? Scream? Perhaps he'd get angry, and reel Rocky's head in. And honestly, that's all Rocky wanted.

And maybe Rocky was just still high on the adrenaline the night had caused him, but he wanted to find Mordecai. Find where he resided, have a chat with him. It'd certainly be a fun experience.

Finally, the rumrunner trio arrived back at the Little Daisy Cafe. Their workplace. 

"Rocky? Can you, um... Can you bring me home?" Calvin asked, tapping on Rocky's shoulder in the process. His orange ear flicked, as he waited for a response.

"Mmm, you sure you don't want Miss Pepper to take you? Y'know, take a ride in the STRUGGLE BUNNY-" Calvin pushed Rocky away, muttering a quick "Okay, fine." and scurrying after Ivy. The two held hands as they waltzed towards the Little Daisy Cafe's entrance. 

Rocky slowed his pace, straggling behind. He sighed in disgust at the young couple's public affection and stuffed his paws into his trousers pockets. 

His tail flicked behind him, and his ears raised at the tap tap tapping of shoes against the sidewalk. He stopped right in his tracks, tensing up as the footsteps continued.

'Oh god...' Rocky thought, as he glanced around the empty streets of St. Louis. Had he finally gone crazy enough, that he was hallucinating feds coming after him? Or WORSE, those blasted malefactors from the crossroad? Perhaps those angry farmers that had attacked the Lackadaisy that night, the one's who gave Victor that hole in his chest?!

Whoever it was, they were going to give him a tongue-lashing at the best, and a bullet hole at the worst. And Rocky seriously did not want either.

"Rocky Rickaby." Rocky tensed even more, hearing a voice echo off the streets, saying his name. He spun around quickly, his blue eyes luminating the alleyway. 

There he stood, Ol' Serious Face, Mr. Mordecai Heller. Standing right in front of Rocky.

And holding a pistol.

a/n: I FEEL LIKE THIS IS REALLY SHORT SO IM SORRY ABT THAT

either way, hoped ya'll liked this chapter. i wanted to get a rocky pov in here lol

as always, comments and criticisms are appreciated!!

~lennydesu