Green Eggs and Ham Season Three: The Last Serving

Episode Twelve: The Key To Salvation(pt. 1)

*Hey guys, it's been a while since I released a new part of the new chapter. Hopefully, I can finish this episode by the end of this week but if not...expect it in a week or two since I'm going to be really busy. This is published on July 27, 2020. If you like this part, please don't be afraid to vote and/or comment down on the comment section. I would love to hear what you guys think. Enjoy! Warning: Gore. You've been warned.*

Flashback: Twenty-Five years ago.

A married fox couple were covering their ears in absolute anguish in the village full of hostile foxes and irritating sounds from the fox whistle. The fox strode towards a cushion and tore it up with his sharp claws instead of using it on his vixen. He gripped on the two thick balls of cotton and stuffed them into his ears. The fox finally calmed down and then turned to his wife, who's covering her head and crying. He then snatched a couple more thick balls of cotton and plugged her ears with them. The vixen slowly wiped the tears away, breathing in and out heavily. Soon, the irritating sounds were over and the foxes stopped their hostile fights. The foxes in the village had their eyes widened in pure horror and mouths opened agape. Some of them coughed out a bit of blood from the fight they had while staring down at their victims in fear.

The couple, with cotton balls plugged in their ears, checked the crib. There's a baby fox kit inside of the crib, trembling in fear and wailing.

"Rejoice! Death is not the end!" A loud voice echoed in the village, causing the fox to turn his head. He peeked out of the house to see there's a vehicle with six buff men walking around it while the priest sat on top of the black vehicle and had a megaphone on his lap.

"Those of you who survived your brawls, congratulations!" The priest continued his preaching. "You have proven your dominance to the whispers! Now, hand over your children! The whispers will make them useful with your dominant blood!"

"No, no," The vixen whispered, sobbing while picking up the crying kit out of the crib. She nuzzled her face against the kit's to quiet him down and shushing him gently.

However, the couple wasn't the only ones who heard the kit wailing. The priest and the six buff men heard the baby crying.

"Take the boy!" The priest ordered both of the men besides the vehicle to charge in after the couple.

"Don't let them take my baby!" The vixen cried as she clutched her kit away from those men.

As one of the men charged into the building to grab the baby from the vixen, the fox gripped around the man's dark suit and threw him over the couch. However, the other man socked the fox in the face. The fox collapsed on the floor and set his stare up at his wife holding his baby.

"Run, Bailey, Run! Get Michael Junior somewhere safe!" The fox yelled while snatching the man's ankle before he could come towards the vixen and the fox kit. The vixen ran away without hesitation.

The fox leaped onto the man's back to prevent him from chasing after his wife. He strangled the man and knocked him out unconscious. He threw him onto the floor, breathing heavily. By the time he turned around to face more men, it was too late. A saw swiped at his neck, decapitating his head clean off before any movement was made. The Biologist, a minuture three green scopes masked monster with a saw blade replacing one hand and a claw replacing the other, glared down at the decapitated fox laying on the floor, blood slowly pooling out of the neck of the fox he killed.

The priest approached behind him while he's breathing heavily. He put his hand on the small man's tensed shoulder. "Well done. Now kill the wife and take the baby...the baby has the dominant blood that we're searching for."

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