A Blood Red Top Hat

Chapter Thirty-Three: Dance of the Vines G Minor

"Hey little buddy." I felt a slight nudge on my side repeatedly. I groan and open my heavy eye lids, the room was quiet, no piano sounds. I turn my head towards the sound, and meeting by the kind looking young male. Julian2...right, I am still stuck in this place.

"You got a name? What should I call you?" He gently pick me up and somehow get into a hugging position as I slowly struggled and shifted.

I didn't reply. Correction: I can't reply. "Your fur is white and soft, I'm call you Blanche, it means white in French." He slowly pull me into a hug, which surprisingly warm my heart and I try to hug back, he laughs a bit. It was a weird feeling blossomed inside my chest

"You're cute."

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Wretched sighed. "Nothing." Tiger replied as he flip through sheets and sheets of paper, the paper is no longer a tidy stack. It's now a mountain of words and symbols that no one can understand.

"There isn't anything about this place?" The wolf stared at the exhausted and keen tiger.

"Nothing that I can read about." He shook his head heavily, and look at the empty room that is only light by candles and small rays for light swords shooting down at the round.

The air around was turning dense from the dust dancing through the space, and the unpleasant smell of rats and rodents sneaking through the cracks and dents of each bookshelf makes the atmosphere plague-like and disgusting for any organisms to survive in.

"Maybe we should ask Spirit, she could find something useful." Swimming suggested, the silence washed over both of the animal.

"Why not." The tiger break the silence with an answer, the wolf nodded and both starting walking away from the pile of books and scrolls.

"You shouldn't." Another voice appeared behind. And the feeling of fear grows in both of their stomaches.

The tiger turn around, and see the creature behind him, a young boy which no bigger than ten . Vines growing through his eyes sockets and spread throughout the surface of his body. His face was dipped in blood and his crooked smile added into the disturbing atmosphere, also don't mention how Swimming's eyes sparkle in fear and the sudden recognization inside her pupil.

"Who are you?" The tiger step forward, his eyes flare with anger and questions, but his threatening tone of the tiger's voice didn't affect the boy at all, instead, a smug look appeared on the boy's face.

"Beanz." The so called 'Beanz' replied, "and don't even think you can find Spirit." The boy lift his body up by his vines hooking onto the top of the books shelves. It seems like he is preparing an attack position.

The tiger could feel a small tingling sensation within his chest, a feeling that he has never felt for a thousand of years. Fear.

"You can't defeat me, so do me a favor..." Beanz laughs, his laugh is a wraith, a ghost who haunts a dark corner, a sound of a shattering glass or a murder dwelling within the darkest of hallways, waiting for the moment for another victim to fall within his hands.

"You wanna collaborate, or do it the hard way." He laughs once again. "Also the hard way is maybe...a bit too hard for you...Wretched."

"I will never work with you." The tiger groan is a predictor way, and took a few step forward. The atmosphere darkened with each step he takes, the terror bloom within the chest on every animal.

"F.Y.I, no one can help you." Bean stare down at the tiger slowly moving towards him.

"I don't care." He tooked his head.

"Well then..."

Within a second, the vines grow out and struck. It was swift. Fast, unstoppable. The vine swiped across the floor and to the tiger.

The tiger dodger but in exchange the vine hooked onto the wolf's leg.

"Swimming!" The tiger shouts as the blinded boy laughs. The vine rises and lift the wolf.

"Wretched help!" She shouted, but the tigers can not move as fast as the vine who thrust forward towards Swimming's neck and wrap around it.

The wolf get out a choked scream as the grip tightens. "I know your secrets Wretched, including those who hidden from other people." He rasps.

"Now, if you don't wanted to get Swimming die...stop fighting and give in."

Swimming let out a cry, she is crying in pain, the big droplets falls down. And give in to to strength.

"Don't worry Wretch. I am ready to die." She said quietly as life drain from her body.

The tiger froze, Wretched feel a strong tug within his chest, a strange empathy for the wolf. The wolf stopped fighting, and gone quiet...it feels like the room around him is slowly closing in, every inch the wall creaks and shatters into smaller pieces. Dimmed lights flashes in front of the tiger's eyes.

"Stop!"

The boy look down, surprised at his response, and let out a menacing laugh. Like a loud crow's squawk or a tires screech when turned out of control. It wasn't delightful in anyway. Instead, it sends down waves of terror through both of the tiger and the hanging wolf.

"Now then..."

Vines move swiftly, faster than anything. Faster than eagles swooping down from the white clouds above, faster than a cheetah's wild sprint to a prey as the vine thrashed wildly.

"Wretch-"

And that was the last thing Wretched
heard before everything gone black. And the last thing he heard was a bear whisper...

"I know who you are...and don't think you can't run from the final judgement, Wretched Jungle."

Writing tip (I am thinking every chapter to add on a writing tip)

Don't tell the reader a change of P.O.V, like I did in the middle of the chapter where I changed the P.O.V from first person to third person.

So don't say: "Change P.O.V to third person."

Instead: *name*,tired by the training he is getting all day, he refused to go out on a date with *another name*.

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Also I am sorry that I haven't been updating that frequent. Is because it's holidays for me and that means...I get banded of my computer. And that leads to can't updating...

Thank you
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P.S MERRY CHRISTMAS, AND A HAPPY NEW YEAR. OR JUST HAPPY HOLIDAYS. WISH BEST LUCK FOR NEXT YEAR, also in Chinese zodiac, 2017 is the year of the chicken, so everyone who is born next year shall be a chicken~

Also if you are turning 12 next year, you are a chicken as well, because in Chinese zodiac, there's only 12, so it goes repeat.

P.P.S anyone know Overwatch? Also yes Overwatch is my life now.