Ricky…..Riiickyyy….
Ricky woke up. He groaned in pain as he got up. He was in a bloody jail cell. “HEY!!! CAN SOMEONE TELL ME WHERE I AM?!” Ricky shouted, confused. He put his hand down and felt something wet: blood. He flinched. He stepped back to find a human arm on his shoulder. He turned to see a corpse. “AAAAAAAAAAHH!!!!!” He screamed as he tried to catch his breath. He fell to the ground, groaning in pain from his hit.
Riicky….
There was the voice again. He was aching all over, covered in blood from the cell. “Hey….” whispered a voice. It was Ratchet. “Dude! What are you doing? Your gonna get caught!” Ricky whispered back. Ratchet looked at Ricky and said, “Getting you out of here.” He pried the bars open and Ricky climbed out only to realize he never molted his wings yet. Ratchet took a vine and grabbed one of Ricky’s horns. They both plummeted to the ground, unscathed. They both heard a roar from the distance. They both ran without looking back. Fluffy saw them and noticed Ricky was okay. “Ricky!” she shouted going to hug him but stopped midway as she saw blood all over him. “I better go wash off.” Ricky said, “The cell was covered in blood.” He groaned as he took a step forward. A few minutes later, Ricky was all clean and ready. He looked in the bloody water and saw a shape that the blood formed. He got up and groaned louder than before. He clenched were his father had hit him. “You okay?” Spirit asked. “Yeah. Dad just gave me a tail to the stomach. That’s all.” Ricky answered, clenching harder, “I’ll heal up. Trust me.” He walked past Spirit and lied down in the grass. He closed his eyes and Fluffy lie her head on Ricky’s chest. The rest came and they slept.
