Animal Jam: Insubordinates

Chapter 5: Snake

(JUNO POV)

Things were not going according to plan.

I sighed in frustration. Scalding steam coiled out of my mouth and into the evening sky, like hungry twin snakes.

I felt like a snake. I wanted to strike, to suffocate, to bite. But most of all, I wanted to poison.

I wanted to poison the simpering smile of Slash. It was bad enough that he killed the little brat. The objective was to intimidate the other animals, not to scare the actual will to live out of them. I grimaced, and trotted faster. It was my own fault that I recruited him to carry out my plans.

Oh, but he's so intimidating. Weakling Jammers need someone to force them into submission, right? I was so idiotic.

The faint, lavender stars taunted me. Sharp shadows of staggering trees framed their winking tease. I suddenly stopped in my tracks, springy soil wildly scattering away from my claws.

"I WAS WRONG, ALRIGHT?! LEAVE ME ALONE, STUPID BALLS OF HYDROGEN." I snarled.

I rolled my eyes, and continued to trot on the black trail. The stars still twinkled. It was a pity that some jammers looked up to them. They would romantically sigh, bat their heavy lids, and write sickening haikus, and paint whimsical masterpieces. Of majestic spheres of flaming gas that could kill them if they ran out of fuel.

Twinkle, twinkle, pretty little star, I want to smack you with a crowbar.

Then it hit me. Jammers needed something to look up to, right? I would stop controlling from the shadows. I would become the stars. I didn't need to force them into submission, I needed to encourage them. To lift their spirits, to lead them into battle... Against Slash.

I sweetly giggled. I recruited Slash on the night of the weird groaning noise, and I wouldn't kill him like I planned to tonight. I would use him. Belittle his strengths, raise a sparkling beacon of hope.

It was perfect.

"You have outdone yourself, yet again. You're the greatest, Juno." I happily howled into the night.

Cold, violet breeze stroked my gardenia colored fur and whispered sweet nothings in my ear as I traveled the road to the north.

Staggering against the angry wind, I cursed Slash for living in Mt. Shiveer. He was the leader of a vicious gang that terrorized all and spared none, why should he live like a hermit? I finally forced my way through the battered oak door. Once I saw the pathetically decorated interior, I facepawed.

It was obviously done for me. The dust encrusted floor was smothered in white heart rugs and pink pillows. A red brick fireplace was hastily placed against a wall, surrounded with lumpy blue heart pillows. A large, beaten up pink sofa was shoved into a dirty corner. So many red heart lights were hung above the rose-chocolate adorned table, I had to squint to see Slash. I grimaced. I had to give him credit for trying to be romantic, but it was pathetic. No one is, and ever will be good enough for me.

"Hey Juno" whispered Slash, with a failed attempt to wiggle his coffee colored eyebrows.

All I could do was cringe. He was wearing a nauseatingly yellow tuxedo, and his voice was garbled due to a wilting rose in his mouth. Blood dribbled from the corner of his mouth, most likely from the sharp thorns. It was so bad it was almost funny.

"There is no time for this nonsense, Slash. I hiked up these ridiculously steep hills for one reason. Not for your disgusting version of chivalry." I hissed. His lean face fell. The slobber covered rose twirled to the floor.

I let out a slight groan. Let him get used to rejection already! I promptly sat down at the table. It was so covered with roses, chocolate, and cami's frogs, I was surprised it didn't collapse.

"Uhh.. so." Slobbered Slash. I wiped the bloody spittle off of the rare jewels draped around my neck.

"Slash, I need you to do exactly what you are doing. I hired you for a reason- you're intimidating." I primly replied. He nodded his thick skull excitedly. He was so annoying. It was lucky that I had my plan, or else he would be an oozing mess of shredded, yellow tuxedo and bloody saliva.

"One other thing," I continued. His Sky-blue eyes were filled with hope. He probably thought I was going to profess my undying love for him. It was pathetic.

"I-" I started. I was quickly cut off by him.

"I LOVE YOU TOO!"

I hit my head on the dented table in frustration. While rising back up, I brushed the silky rose petals off my long eyelashes.

"I meant to say that you cannot question anything that I do. For instance, if I decide to lead the resistance against you and the 'Bones', you need to remember that I would do nothing to hurt what we've established." I smoothly hissed. My voice was silky and swirled with snake venom.

His face dropped to reveal the most scared, pathetic looking creature in Jamaa. I faintly rolled my narrowed eyes.

"I understand." He whispered. It was funny, how disappointed he was. What did he expect, a romantic slow dance under the icy stars?

Probably. I laughed.

With a simple sultry look from me, I could turn one of the toughest jammers into putty. It was amusing.

I gathered up my luxurious furs and folds of snow-white coat, and swept out the door into the cold, black night.

Watch out, resistance.