Sylvester and Tweety Mysteries.

Ch 19: Stand in my funeral dressed as a grim reaper.

A/N: THE WAIT. IS FINISHED. This one is dedicated to @slubber (thank you for your support!)

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"Do I need to read the rules out for you?" Rose asked. 

"No." Chad said. He looked calmer now, but he wasn't his usual self. 

"Hold up. Isn't this supposed to be my fight?" I interrupted.

A sharp intake of breath was heard from Chad. Then, he started pacing his breathing pattern, as if trying to calm himself down.

"No, sweetie. I have a special kind of torture just for you." Rose said, smiling. "I'll give you five minutes to get ready." She told Chad.

He came towards us, cracking his knuckles.

"Brad, call up Ron and tell him to get our car here. I'll keep her and the rest of the gang distracted with the fight while you and your mom sneak out. Okay?"

"What about you?" I asked, getting up.

"Oh, I'll probably die here." He shrugged, smiling.

"Oh sure." I said, rolling my eyes. I tried to think of a good plan.

He looked at me for a second, and then his eyes lit up. "Hey Brad, do me a favour. At my funeral, dress up as a grim reaper and just stand there, without talking to anyone."

"Haha, good joke. Okay, what's the real plan?" I asked, getting serious.

"Brad."

I nodded, letting him speak.

"This is the real plan." He said, putting his hands on my shoulders.

I shrugged them off, "Yeah, because you're too stupid to think of another one?" I asked.

"Okay, you tell me what to do."

"I'll fight." I said.

"Yeah, and Rose will agree to that." He said.

"Besides, isn't that cheating?" I asked. "You made a deal."

"Okay, so I'll get beat up in front of you, probably to the extent that I die, and then, she will torture you and your mom until both of you die in this dingy garage and nobody would find out. Fair enough?" He asked.

"That's —"

"Do you think killing your dad and stealing you mom is fair, Brad?"

I shook my head.

"Think real. Lose something small while saving something big." He said.

"You mean lose something important while trying to save something as important? I don't see the point in that."

"Two minutes!" Rose called.

Chad started unbuttoning his shirt. He sighed, shaking his head.

"No, this will not happen." I said, stopping his hands.

"It will, buddy. Wish me luck." He said, pulling me closer and and wrapping me in a hug. He faintly smelled like cologne and chocolate. He patted my back and pulled away. "Call Ron."

I hesitated.

"Look, if I win, I'll come with you." Chad said.

"Promise you'll try your best?" I asked.

"Yes. Now call Ron." He said again.

The bell rang as soon as I pulled out my phone and in the last moment, he pecked my cheek before running off to the ring. I chuckled.

I called Ron and he answered in the third ring.

"Hey." I heard from the other side. His voice was rough.

"It's me, Brad. We need to escape. Get the car here as soon as possible." I said softly into the phone.

"Hmph... Ah"

I snapped my head to the ring to see what's going on. Most of the view was blocked, but form what I saw, Chad was on the floor.

"Brad?What happened?" Ron asked into the phone.

"Nothing. Hey, can you also get the rest of the team with another car?" I asked, a plan forming in my head.

"Okay. I'll get the others on a conference call." He said, hanging up.

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"You here yet?" I asked into the phone. It was sweaty in my grip, but I held it closer to me anyway.

"Yeah, I guess. Is it some kind of garage?" He asked.

"Try coming in."

Mom was still on the chair, too tired to move. She's probably even given up.

I turned back to the fight. Chad is surprisingly not dead yet, and it has been more than ten minutes. He bruised his arm and cheek, and he's probably sore on the rest of his body. He was panting heavily, but didn't look like he'd stop any minute. Even Rose looked a bit worn out, but not as much as Chad.

"Are you here yet?" I whispered into my phone again.

Suddenly, a huge crashing noise was heard and I snapped my head towards the source. Two of my team mates, Alex and Max were on the entrance of the garage with broken pieces of glass surrounding them.

Why do they have broken pieces of glass when the door was open, you ask? Drama.

Ron was not with them, so I assumed he was outside, waiting in the car.

"That's Max and Alex. I'm in the car, setting up the timer." Tom spoke into the phone, and I suddenly realised that I was still holding it.

Chad and Rose stopped their fight. Rose walked up to the net of the ring and jumped over it. "You cheat, you lose." She said.

Chad looked at me and gave me the, 'what are you doing, you idiot?' expression. It was hard to make out his expression because his face was bruised and tired. I smirked at him, the same way he used to when I didn't know what was happening.

Trust me, Chad.

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HEYY I know, I know. It's been so long since I've last updated, and I'm probably talking to nobody right now, but to the few people who're actually reading this, I AM SO SORRY AND I AM SO THANKFUL.

Anyways, stay tuned for the next chappie!

(Ooh, what's gonna happen to Chad now? Will he faint like a damsel in distress and have them carry him back to safety?)