The Squirrel King

5 • The Identity

"Forget that ever happened, alright? Now where were we?..." I said to her. Hopefully shes also forgotten what we were talking about. It would be horrible if she got into this mess of a war I was having with my arch enemy, Mr. Miller. Her just knowing the name could cause many problems for her.

"We were talking about the villain..." She replied. Beau was right. There was no reason to bring her up here, I need more time to think about this.

"You know, it's getting late, I should probably take you home." I said trying to persuade her.

"Its only four. It's not that late, it's just a simple name you have to say, so why's it so hard?!" She's starting to get angry at me. She just doesn't understand how hard it is dealing with this battle. I finally understand why Beau acts so emo all the time. Or, maybe I don't since not being understood is why he's emo. Well anyway, back to the real problem, finding a way to make her leave. It seems she is unwilling to give up, so I gotta think outside the box... outside...

"Wait wait wait, I really need to use the bathroom, and there isn't one up here, so just wait here until I come back from the mall's bathroom." I've gotten out of telling her at the moment because of this. However, the excuse received a heavy sigh from her as she went to sit back down.

I climbed down the tree and wiped my forehead once I reached the ground. I was sweaty from the climb and that encounter. Maybe I should go get some ice cream instead of going to the bathroom. It seems like a more useful idea.

No. I need a quiet place to think of what I'll say to her.

But you know, the ice cream may help me think better. Especially if it has a waffle cone. Okay, yeah, I'll go get ice cream and then to think. I was thinking of what kind I wanted as I walked to the stand. Strawberry... Nah. Vanilla... Too plain. Chocolate... Sounds delicious for now! I ordered the heavenly treat on a waffle cone, of course, and found a place to sit. I began thinking and eating and thinking and eating and so on.

It's really nice being away from the squirrels and thinking of how to keep her safe. The squirrels are just really obnoxious sometimes...

WHoA wHat am I eveN thiNKing? Nothing matters more than my squirrels, they're my life! Some of my only friends! Plus I'd never leave them alone to fight...
Just then, out of the corner of my eye, I spotted the devil himself. Mr. Miller. Why's he in MY mall at such a coincidental time? He shouldn't notice me now... but I can definitely notice him.

I watched him walk into a shop and out of my vision. I finished my ice cream but not my thinking. I didn't get far with my thinking at all really. All I've figured out is that she makes me feel different, and forget about taking care of my squirrels... So maybe then it's best to get her involved so she'll also be taking care of the squirrels. Though, if she got hurt, I would never forgive myself. No, it doesn't matter that much... what is going on with my mind?...

I won't tell her for now. I'll just stay in this seat for another hour, she'll be too afraid to come down anyway. I began writing down my thoughts on a napkin so I wouldn't forget them. I closed my eyes, after I was finished, and leaned the chair back with no cares in the world. I started daydreaming about being the biggest, awesomest superhero ever. There's nothing better than being a squirrelhero. I started laughing to my self a bit, but I suddenly felt like I couldn't. My breath was taken away by a sudden strong force on my neck, and I blacked out.

(If you somehow couldn't tell, this chapter was from Bennett's POV.)