Survival of the Fittest

Nine

It was 8:00 in the morning. And Elliot, being himself, was still asleep; surprisingly.

The only parts of his body that were actually still on the bed were from his knees downward. The rest of him was sprawled on the ground, a pillow held onto his chest by his tight sleep grip. Drool seeping down the side of his face s he snored lightly.

Rev smiled as he quietly snapped a photo, and left. He walked out to Phelyx still icing a chocolate cake with blue icing.

"Look at this" Rev laughed as he showed the picture he snapped of Elliot to Phelyx.

Of course he laughed as well.

Phelyx but the icing away. "Come on let's go hide!" He ran off practically dragging rev into an isolated closet and hid behind the jackets and coats.

Elliot woke up in a cold sweat, his body flopping over and in the end, he was on his stomach.

He put his hands steadily on the floor and sat up, noticing the grey cat sitting at the window on his dresser staring at him, it's eyes huge.

"Oh don't gimme that look." He stated as he stood up. He walked over to his dresser and put his foot on top as he stretched, and did the same for the other leg.

It had been almost a year since Trik passed. And over time, things seemed to lighten up. Phelyx was way more open then he used to be. You wouldn't have even known he'd ever been shy. And Rev, well, he seemed to improve on his mood.

He spotted the calendar as he was shocked he forgot what day it was. "wait it's my birthday!!" He sprung off the dresser as he hopped around trying to pull his grey pants on as fast as he could, but ended up falling in the process.

He pulled his pants on completely and was tired from all the commotion, that he simply lifted his hand to pet the cats head, without getting up off of the floor.

He walked out of his room and down the hall yawning, and stopped when he saw the cake on the kitchen counter.

He walked over to it and examined it with his eyes. A smile involuntarily crossing his face when he noticed the single cut into the cake missing. He shook his head.

"Freakin' Rev..." He laughed to himself as he made his way to the couch.

Phelyx held up his hand and held up his fingers '1....2....3'

They both jumped out of the closet.

Elliot's hair stood up as he screamed and fell onto his stomach. He groaned as he was about to get up until he felt a pressure on his back.

"R-rev get off me!" He laughed.

Rev smiled genuinely, a plate with a small sliver of cake on it.

"Happy birthday, Loser."

Elliot brought his horse from his pin as he held a half eaten Apple to him and pet his nose.

And as if time slowed down as he rode his horse, he held up his bow and arrow and shot at a target, hitting dead center.

He shot about five more before he leaned forward while the horse was still running and pet his side.

"Ready buddy?" He said loudly. He horse exhaled loudly as if agreeing, and Elliot stood from the horses back, feet still in the holders of the saddle, and sprung off yanking out his sword as he jumped.

He ran as he was in a fighting stance and tore training sword targets as he ran; his horse competing with his speed, but Elliot was a bit faster.

He ran in a diagonal and continued his slaughter of wooden training dummies, and looked across from him in the direction where Trik would be.

He ran up to the horse and all at once jumped onto its back, his fists in the air shouting proudly to himself.