Twinkle's Story: Chapter 8

*This chapter will be in 2 perspectives: Twinkle and Duke.*
*WARNING: This chapter contains some violence.*
Without further ado, here's Chapter 8. Enjoy! :)

TWINKLE

 I finally steady myself after hearing the truth about Duke's life. Now I know what he meant by 'world on fire'. No, he didn't mean it literary. He meant that we both have... how can I put this.? We both have difficult lives with torture. Mine being mentally and emotionally; Duke's being physically. This is in our world, so the tortures are like 'flames' that rise around Earth. Our world on fire. Somehow, this news that Duke told me, makes me feel better. The truth, Duke having just as an awful life as I do... suddenly, that feeling hurts more than ever.

Duke has also finally steadied himself from admitting the truth about himself into the public, to me. He no longer constantly looks in every direction to see if his mother sneaked past and saw him again. His absolute nightmare. Duke nods, whips his tail around, and walks towards a corner on the roof that was out of my view when we were talking earlier this night. Talks that sent shivers down both our spines. Duke returns where I can fully see him again, and he is now carrying a medium to large sized bag. I feel stupid, not knowing Duke brought this with him until just now. He laughs to himself as he places the bag down, between the two of us. We both lean against the roof's barrier edge, which surrounds the roof. There's just enough room to fold your front paws on top of its shelf. I feel the night breeze as I stare beyond the roof, my paws folded on top of each other on the small shelf on top of the barrier of the roof. I hear Duke unzip his bag, but I continue to look out beyond the roof, into the night sky. Then, I hear a clink of a glass. Surprised, I turn to look at the floor of the roof, where Duke crouches next to. There's one glass filled with this clear and fizzy liquid. I see the last drop of the liquid fall into the second glass. Duke holds the bottle right-side-up again and screws the bottle cap on it. He puts the bottle back in the bag he brought with him. Duke stands up again, holding the two glasses. He's now next to me, his front paws also on the shelf. He hands me a glass. I feel the glass that's right next to one of my paws. It's cold, so I place the paw that touched it back on the shelf of the roof's barrier. Duke holds up his glass beyond the roof; I do the same. He looks at me for a moment, then to the beyond, like me. Duke says, "I know this is ridiculous, Twinkle. We both kinda get and know the truth of each other's lives now. Our awful lives. So this calls for a toast." I don't know how this news is good for hosting a toast or anything, so I don't interrupt. He continues. "To our world o-" I cough. I give him an apologetic look and finish his sentence. "-on fire." Duke looks at me with a look I don't quite understand and smiles. "Ah yes. To our world on fire!" I smile back as we take a sip of the liquid in our glasses. At first, it tastes plain. Then, it has a sour flavor, yet it's a bit sweet. I then taste lemons and limes." I place the glass down, the last drops in my glass going down my throat. Duke's is also empty. He gives me a look for just a second, then shrugs. He moves my glass next to his, so he holds them both. I would expect him to put the glasses back into his bag. Instead, Duke tosses the glasses beyond the roof. I hear a noise as they hit the ground, inferring glass shards covering the streets below. He winks.

Duke says, "I've shared some pretty tough news today, Twinkle." He yawns. "Oh yeah, I'm pretty tired. So how 'bout lets not 'fly' tonight." He said it like a statement (not a question), so I don't bother to answer. I open my eyes again and look at the roof floor. Two sleeping bags lay on the floor. Duke adds, "And, I think it's crazy for me to go back to my- Sparkle's- house, especially with my wicked mother there now too. She'll most likely do something to me for not being home all day or something. I had enough hurt for today, anyways. Also, it's a beautiful night." We look up at the sky, the sky clear of clouds, stars shining brightly in the night sky. "Good night, Twinkle." Duke goes into a sleeping bag and instantly falls asleep. Probably relieved that his mother isn't here, and she can't find him here. I go into the sleeping bag that's next to the other one. I look up at the sky, and think about my home. I live in my hospital room nowadays, and I haven't visited home since the accident. I remember the fox banners and plushies that litter the floor of my room. I miss home.

DUKE

I wake up the moment, I feel warm sunlight. I open my eyes, and I see that the sun just rose above the horizon, leaving the sky orange and pink, as well as blue. I tried my best to seem calm with Twinkle last night. I spoke calmly; Twinkle didn't become suspicious or anything. However, that's not really the case. Last night (all yesterday, anyways), I was sweaty, and my heart beat very quickly- above the average heart beat rate. That's what happens when I suddenly become stressed and get a great fear haunting me now. Being petrified. Acting calmly (even though I really wasn't) around Twinkle. Calming her, protecting her, I really didn't know. I decide I'll return back to Sparkle's house now. I didn't want to wake Twinkle- or tell her either. I decided to keep the bag and the sleeping bags still on the roof. The bag is pretty heavy, and I'm still too tired to try to lift it anyways. Which brings me to another thought. Carrying that heavy bag is nothing compared to other things I was forced to carry. Ordered strictly by my mother before she left us and entered arctic wolf territory. When Dad, her, and I still lived together in a single house, she would torture me in numerous ways. One way was ordering me to carry extremely heavy objects that no fox should be able to lift single-pawed. To make it worse, it was only for her enjoyment, her entertainment. That's why it's so easy for me to lift Twinkle. Now that's way easier than lifting a bag full of bricks on my shoulders, anyways. However, I thank my mother for doing that to me. One thing. Lifting heavy objects makes me fit and strong. I giggle to myself. As well as give me muscles- that cool and popular guy appearance. I bring my thoughts back to this situation- where I am now, in the present. I pass by Twinkle sleeping in a sleeping bag, and I brush my tail tip against her cheek closest to me. She twitches for a second, but she's deep asleep again, the next second. I then open and close the door that leads to the roof, and then I climb back down the stairs. I exit the building. I grin as I pass by the broken glasses in a field. I look back towards the Tall Tower's roof where Twinkle still is, and walk on the path towards Sparkle's house.

I easily enter the house- it's always unlocked. Surprisingly, Sparkle and her immediate family are laid-back people. Even though everyone knows Sparkle can get very bossy at times. I guess that Sparkle and her parents are upstairs, sleeping probably. Then I see a light on in the kitchen. Curious, I look over and around the corner of the kitchen. Hidden from the view of seeing me from the kitchen. I see my mother lazily sitting on a kitchen chair. Two of the chair's legs are in the air; the remaining two digging into the hard, beige kitchen floor. Then I notice a wiry telephone cord wrapped around her shoulder. Her elbow on the table, phone in paw. Looks like a normal, average conversation. Based on what my mother looks like. But she's my mother- a cruel and violent beast that loves torture. I focus my eyes at her, and focus on listening to the conversation. I have no clue who she's talking to on the phone, though. "... Yeah, he's gone. Look, he never gave me the money. He's gone, thank Zios. Now I only have a stupid child to take care of now..." I watch my mother scratch a mark on the kitchen table with a claw. She has an evil look on her face. She continues again. "... Ugh, come on, focus! I'm talking about Eternal. Looks like he doesn't really live up to his name. He's not eternal-living!" I hear a strange kind of laughing from my mother. What does she mean? She said "Eternal"- that's my father's name. Then as I listen to what my mother says next and realize what it means, my blood turns cold. "... Yeah, it was clean. Nothing to worry about. It's fine with him. He let me borrow his black sword for it. No one but you and me knows about this. Okay? I got to go now. Bye." She hangs up the phone. Not really. The phone just isn't to her ear anymore; it now hangs over the table's edge. I shiver, the most terrified I've ever been in my life. I imagine my mother putting the arctic wolf leader's famous black sword

... into my father's back, neck, heart.? I didn't really know. The sword turning red, sticky with blood.

 One thing I know for sure is that my mother killed my father; she is a murderer. No idea why, though. I gulp, then turn the corner and flee out of the house- and for my life. And I don't look back. I might be the one she wants next. Wide-eyed with terror as I race down the streets, I think of the story Twinkle told me about the wolf pup she rescued. I wanted to be just like them. A wolf. Crying and howling at the moon and the night sky. I brush away the tears that now are on my face, and I run away as far away from that house as possible. I don't know where I'll go next- after the Tall Tower. I feel a stone in my stomach; more pain than the shoulder wound. I don't look back. I pause and take a breath, and then continue running again- for my life.

Twinkle's Story: Chapter 7

The moment I see the stars shining in the night sky, I know it's time to start going. To the abandoned tall building's roof. The Tall Tower.

 As I exit the hospital doors, I skip along the path that's so usual to me now. We've done this for three days already, anyways. I also planned out what I'm going to ask Duke. I was uncertain about when to ask, but now I'm sure. What did he mean by 'world on fire'? How does he escape to go to the Tall Tower's roof so easily? So many questions are bubbling in my head. The building comes into sight, and I open the door and climb all the stairs to the roof. As always, Duke is there before me. I see him leaning against the wall that surrounds the roof, and he isn't facing me. I hear him sigh, but I don't know why. More questions bubble in my head. I shake my head trying to push the thoughts away.

I clear my throat and kick away a speck of dust that remained on the abandoned building's roof. I see it fall over the wall and down towards the ground. It amazes me how a dust speck can fall so gracefully down from so many stories up. Almost floating, it seems. I can't see the dust speck anymore, so I turn from looking out and beyond the roof to looking towards the center of the roof. One eye there; the other glancing back at Duke. "Hey, Duke," I start. Duke turns towards me. I see that he hid something from me because he quickly hid it again so I couldn't see. Yet I did see a glimpse of whatever Duke is trying to keep away from me. He pats down a fur sticking up awkwardly on his tail tip, and slowly walks closer to me. Worried, he glances in every direction. I have no clue why. Duke never acted this way before ever since that day in the hospital. "Hi, Twinkle," Duke says not in his usual happy cheerful voice. I give him a suspicious look. "You okay, Duke? You seem a bit unusual today. Is everything okay? You're always wondering about me, so I want to know-" Duke interrupts me mid-way through my sentence. He pushed down even more the sleeve of his T-shirt; where he kept whatever it is away from me. Duke looks wildly around in all directions.  Then for just a brief moment, I see terror in his eyes. Then the moment passes and his eyes are almost back to normal. Not quite though because now I see him fidgeting. "Uh. Oh yeah, I'm fine. Totally fine. Nothing to worry about. Why are you asking so many questions suddenly? I'm fine. If you won't stop, just leave me alone!" Duke swishes his tail around and goes towards the edge of the roof. He sighs as he sits down and puts his feet between the spaces in the roof. He kicks them back and forth for a while. Something about Duke today troubles me. He seems agitated and feared of something that must have happened. But what?

I walk to where Duke sits, and I also sit down next to him. I put my feet through the space in the edge of the roof's wall, and swing them slowly front and back. For a second, Duke tries to get farther away from me, but then he gives up and sits back down again. I say, "Duke, please. I know something's wrong. You know you can just tell me. It'll be alright. Anyways, if you tell me we can solve whatever it is together." Duke yells back at me- not in anger or even frustration, but of fear.  "No, Twinkle. It'll never be alright. It'll never be! It's more complicated than you'll ever understand. There is something wrong. I'm not fearless, Twinkle. I'm also not that fox with that all-so-perfect life.  I'm just not. Especially not now. Look, it's not you, Twinkle. You're fine the way you are... no, you're perfect. Okay, I'll tell you what it is, only if you promise you can trust me and don't think any less of me." Bewildered, I simply nod my head. I tell Duke 'I promise'. Duke takes a breath and speaks again. "Okay, I'll admit it. I am terrified. She found me last night. She found me. Dad took me away from home to live with our cousins. With Sparkle and her family. We live all the way on the other side of fox territory. Dad took me there to protect me. To protect me from her, but she somehow found me. This was so I lived as far away as possible from her. Oh, it didn't work. She found me! She found me! She knows where I live now. She knows!" Duke takes a breath, and I look at him. Tears rushing down his face. "Whoa, whoa, whoa," I say. "Who found you? Who is she? Who?" Duke continues. "I tried my best to hide who and what I really am to her. Foolish of me to believe that it actually worked. I knew she would find me somehow- even if I disguised myself to be one of the most popular foxes at school. But I didn't know when. It happened to be between after we left last night and this afternoon. Look, I know it must be weird to you and all. Me feeling like the happiest fox in the world to being the most terrified fox in the world. Okay I'll tell you, Twinkle. The person I'm terrified of is... is my mother." Duke has a tiny smile for just a second and continues. "My mother. Ah Twinkle, let me guess. You're probably thinking, 'Oh my Zios! Really, Duke? Really? You're terrified of your own mother! You are hilarious, Dukey!'" I laugh. That's exactly what I've been thinking! When I finally stop laughing with Duke giving me a worried/suspicious look, he continues again.

 "Well, it's true. I am terrified that my mother found me. Hey, if you know my mother, and she found you after trying so hard to avoid her, you'll be terrified too. She is the biggest traitor for all fox kind, and she's cruel and violent. She may look all normal and innocent

, but she's not. I swear to Zios, my mother is not. She's betrayed every single fox. Every single one. Before the major fox and arctic wolf battle, she ditched my family and moved into the arctic wolf territory to live/side with them. Going against her own species. No, she wasn't at that battle where your sister died, my mother was too much of a coward to go. Too much of a coward to see her own family again. I've heard rumors that ever since she heard of the arctic wolf leader, she never actually loved my father. She actually loves the so called 'handsome and majestic' arctic wolf leader. Yeah, right. He killed your sister, Fauna. I hate the arctic wolves just as much as you do- perhaps even more."

 Duke pulls up the sleeve of his T-shirt which reveals what just minutes ago, he tried so hard to hide from me.  A deep scratch (maybe a scar) runs from Duke's shoulder blade to his forearm. Dried blood borders the edges of the scratch/scar.  I feel my pupils grow big and wide- dilated. "Oh my Zios, Duke! Did your mom do this to you? What happened!? Oh my Zios..." Duke pointed one of his claws at his now wounded shoulder.  "Which leads me to this. When my mom found me in Sparkle's house, she raged.  She was so furious.  All this time she thought I lived with my father, so she'd go there. And now that she knows I live here instead... My mother kicked open Sparkle and her family's front door. She looked everywhere for me. No, she didn't give a poop about Sparkle and her own family. Just me. In my bedroom in Sparkle's house, I could hear the stomping of feet, glass vases falling off tables and shattering into a million pieces, tons of papers being thrown off of tables, my mother threatening Sparkle's parents to reveal where I was..." Duke shudders.  They revealed where I was to her. My mom pulled me by the ears out of the room and into the hallway. No, the pain of feeling your ear tips throbbing and feeling like they might come off any moment, wasn't enough for her.  She tore off the tiara she proudly displayed on her head, and she used the part of the tiara where the blade- I mean where the most sharpest part of the tiara (the gem) is. With that, she scratched my shoulder with it. I remember she scolding me as she did it. 'Don't ever try to get away from me ever again. You hear me son? This is to make sure you respect me- forever.' Even when I cried tears of agony  as she left me a scar with her deadly tiara weapon, she ignored me. Ignored my pleads for mercy.   Finally, she let me escape back into my room at Sparkle's house. I only had nightmares when I went to sleep last night. I only got two hours of sleep last night. Two! But I promised you, we'll meet again tonight, so I decided to leave earlier than usual. Way earlier. It was so hard for me to get out of the house knowing your wicked mother is now there, too." Duke got up; so did I. "Okay, Twinkle. My dad and I are nothing like my mother. Now you know the true and real me. Not the average perfect guy that doesn't have any problems of their own. Not that fairy tale prince. But remember, Twinkle. No matter what, I love you. No matter how hard it is, I'll find a way to see you. No matter what."

 I feel breathless.

My Birthday!

Hey Jammers! Guess what? Today's my birthday! YAYAYAYAYAY!!!! 8D That's why my AJ username is: cutepups522. (May is the 5th month, and its the 22nd day.) Also, what it says on my Blogger profile is correct; I'm now 14. Is so old. Okay, not really. XD

This is my current birthday look for AJ. Actual AJ. :3

I'm poor so I used a fairy princess hat as a party hat. Lawl. c:

This is a look with a party hat. Is from "waiting for next round" at Best Dressed. One of my favorite arcade games on AJ.

Aren't the outfits perty.? :3

(perty=pretty)

And to conclude this short post with my birthday Cute Pup of the Day! Congrats to Carly the Shih Zhu! You're so fluffeh! :P

The Daily Puppy

http://www.dailypuppy.com/puppies/Carly-the-Shih-Tzu_2014-05-22

Have a fantabulous day, fellow Jammers! (Actually, I also had an epic day yesterday. I went on a field trip that had nothing to do with schoolwork. Equals fun.) =D

~Peace!~

Twinkle's Story: Chapter 6

A warm ray of sunlight slants through the window in my hospital room and hits the bed, right where I'm sleeping.

 Or was. I stretch out one of my paws, my wrist hanging off the edge of the bed. My wrist meets with metal that's ice cold to the touch; the material that supports my bed from being stuck on the floor. The warmth of the sun's rays hitting my bed and the sudden contact with cold metal, wake me up.

 I try to swallow in my throat, but it burns and stings. My throat feels raw, and I bet if I could see it, it would be red. The color of sore skin underneath my light blue fur color. It's fine, I'm not sick even more or anything. I reach over and read the time on the clock that's set on a table next to my bed. I see the bright green numbers displayed on the clock. 6:47 am. My eyes are still tired, so I raise a paw over my eyes. Shielding them from the bright green glare. "How did I manage to wake up so early?" I think aloud. I shake my head, too much work to think about that now. I now sit on the bed, my feet dangling over the edge as I fix up my pillows again.

 I fell asleep at 1:39 am last night.  Oh what a time I had last night- and with Duke!  Last night, we watched a rather boring movie at a nearby movie theater  and ditched it mid way through; it was that boring.   Then we did the same thing we did the first time we met each other at night: going onto the Tall Tower's roof and hopping along the edge of its roof.   Me 'flying' as Duke holding me up in a bird-like position beyond the several stories building's roof. If he hadn't been holding onto me so well then, I'll certainly be dead on the pavement below. Looking as if I jumped off a roof of the tallest building in fox territory; committed suicide. No, I'm not gonna think about those thoughts now. I shake my head trying to forget those thoughts. Duke and I screaming at the top of our lungs on the edge of the Tall Tower's roof. Telling so many hilarious jokes until we didn't know what we were saying anymore.

 I giggle at myself as I remember the first time we'd done that. It was raining that night, and I was terrified at first when he held me beyond the roof's edge. Wind blowing wildly in my face as well with tons of raindrops falling surely seems like a place to slip and perhaps fall. I shiver once again at that terrible thought. I remember grabbing so hard at Duke's wrists that his turned a lighter shade of black with all the weight and pressure of me. He had to place me back on the roof and hold me beyond the roof again so many times. Then again, the cycle repeats again. Somehow, we managed to do just that for a long period of time. The first time we did this, we started at 8:00 pm; we ended and just climbed into our beds at 11:32 pm. No, I (or we) don't have to deal with Dr. Fox when leaving and returning. He basically left my hospital room and only stops by occasionally- says he has more 'serious and important matters to deal with and discuss'.

Doing these fun activities are fun, but also makes me feel alive and free.  I bet Duke feels the same way too. Well, maybe not to my extent.  Me finally feeling happy again after being stuck in my house with my parents- except to go to school and things like that.  But one thing leaves me wondering of what Duke said to the open sky that first rainy night. '"We're on top of the world. On top of our world on fire."' Is this how he sees our world? This chaotic? This too organized, perhaps? The idea of animal species living in different, specifically closed in, isolated territories? So many more questions come to mind about what he meant by 'our world on fire'. Why does Duke think these things? He hasn't been through it (the torture of a world on fire). I have. Then my thoughts turn from this seriousness to what Duke told me last night right before we went our separate ways. '" Ha. Ha. I love the color blue anyways."' as he ruffles the fur on my back, almost at my neck.

 Then Duke said, '"I truly do love you, Twinkle. When we have to go our separate ways- you to the hospital, me to my house- I... I can't stand it. It's hard dealing with being away from you."' Then in the glowing moonlight, we hug, silhouettes in the night sky. He departs with, '"See you tomorrow night, Twinkle."' But the day has changed; we would visit each other the same day. Now, I realize, I feel the same feeling Duke told me. '"It's hard being away from you'"... As I get ready for breakfast, sitting on my bed in the hospital room, I think aloud in a dreamy voice. "I can't wait for tonight..."

Rare Elf and Santa

First off, today is Monday. Which means it's Rare Item Monday! Yay! So this is today's RIM. AJHQ made an error, but it isn't too bad. Yes, the Rare Elf Armor is this week's Rare Item Monday (RIM) and it only lasts for one day, so it's 'Last Day'. :)

I've created some outfits for this week's Rare Elf Armor. They are suggested, and you can change the outfit(s) around a bit if you like! They can make a pawsome outfit with last week's RIM- the Rare Elf Helmet! :D

Arctic Wolf. Items needed: Rare Elf Armor, Rare Elf Helmet, Freedom Bands, and Ice Tail Armor.

Bunny. Items needed: Rare Elf Armor, Rare Elf Helmet, Heart Locket, and Elf Tail Armor.

Wolf. Items needed: Rare Elf Armor, Rare Elf Helmet, and Rare Friendship Bracelet (a previous Rare item Monday). 

*The Arctic Wolf outfit and the Bunny outfit have on the secret ice blue color (which I luv :3). To get the secret ice blue color, tap on the lower right hand side of the color palette next to this marvelous shade of purple (my favorite shade of purple on AJ :3) I also use this color blue in my Twinkle's Story!

Click over here on the color palette to get this lovely shade of blue! =^.^=

And now the DE (Daily Explorer) post! I didn't write/type up/create the article.

The art of melting and moulding metals is called ‘metallurgy.’ Shaping metals into shapes by heating and hammering, like a blacksmith, is called ‘forging.’

The earliest metals; gold, silver, copper and iron were used by the Egyptians, and Romans, with copper and gold being the most widely used. The romans were the first to develop armor and is was largely used for decoration and exclusively for royalty. Copper and gold are very soft metals and are not ideal for protecting our soft bodies.
The use of hard metals, like iron, didn’t come into wide use until the middle ages. This is also when chain mail armor becomes popular because it offered better mobility that traditional plate armor, although it weighed nearly twice as much!
Although we don’t have much use for armor in our daily lives, chainmail is still used in a variety of activities. Scuba divers will ofter wear chainmail to protect themselves from shark bites!
What kind of material do you think the sapphire Rare Elf Armor is made

^^ Huh! Looks like AJHQ didn't finish the last sentence. Mira knows why. But anyways, this article is quite interesting! ^.^

Now onto my 'Santa' part of my post! So yesterday in the Eagle Adventure, 'The Forgotten Desert' I won an Arctic Coat. Yay! So it reminded me of my crazy penguin, Count theeyes. So I gave him a 'Santa-outfit'. Hey, Count, it's NOWHERE near the Jamaalidays- not even the Jamaalidays in July! :V Tell me what you think! XD

And to conclude this post with the Cute Pup of the Day- always from DailyPuppy.com! Sorry I haven't done a Cute Pup of the Day in such a long time- all the puppies that have been showcased on the Daily Puppy that I haven't posted about are also congratulated. c: Congrats to Penny the Mixed Breed- today's Cute Pup of the Day- from DailyPuppy.com! Looks like she wants to go exploring at the beach- or maybe beyond the beach! How sweet! ^o^

The Daily Puppy

http://www.dailypuppy.com/puppies/Penny-the-Mixed-Breed_2014-05-19

 Have a Jamtastic Day, fellow Jammers! :)

Twinkle's Story: Chapter 5

Dr. Fox opened the door and was looking to see if Miss Fox, Duke, and my parents were still around. He's been out for quite some time, so I guess he hasn't found them. I bet my parents weren't still around, since I just yelled at them. This left me alone in my hospital room. I sighed as I sat down; my back touching the room's door. I don't know why I was still thinking about my parents and feeling... guilty.? I began to sing a song I enjoyed listening to with my lovely dj headset.

 When I came to the hospital, they removed my dj headset because they said it wouldn't help me heal. Well that's what the hospital staff told me. Duke told me that he argued with them, so I didn't have to take it off. Obviously, the hospital staff won the argument. I kicked my feet back and forth as I was sitting at the door. "... Turn away and slam the door. I don't care! What they're going to say..." I was referring to the argument I just had with my parents. I just finished singing softly to myself, "... That perfect girl is gone..." when Dr. Fox entered the room.

 I got up and moved over, and Dr. Fox sighed and sat on a chair in the room. I looked at him. He pat down a fur sticking up on his tail and said, "Nope. Been looking for them for about a half hour now. No use telling them the rest of what I have to tell you, Twinkle. My sister and that Duke kid... I couldn't find them either. Great job scaring your parents away, little girl. Didn't mean to offend you." Dr. Fox already had, though. "Come here, Twinkle. I need to put the rest of this stuff on you." He held up a strange back clothing piece. "Your body is extremely weak, so to prevent your back from carrying too much weight, you'll have to take your skirt off and put this on instead."

 I gave him a disgusted look. "Really? That old rag thing? Are you kidding me! At least give me one without holes in it!" I poked one of my claws through a hole in this strange clothing material that looked worn down. "Oh yeah, doc. My tail is heavy, and now you're saying that I have to wear very light clothing everywhere else on my body? Not much sense to me." Dr. Fox nodded.

 "The holes are there for a reason. They make the clothing more lightweight . Without them, it would weigh the same as your skirt, so then there's no point." He laughed to himself and continued, "Don't worry, Twinkle. The holes are just towards the top of your back. It will stay on you, I promise." I gave the clothing piece a wary sniff and examined it. I reluctantly allowed him to put the thing on my back. I decided to call it a blanket that was worn; a worn blanket.

 I decided to go to the bathroom. I took my lovely blue skirt off and replaced it with the worn blanket on my back. I looked at it in a mirror.

 It doesn't look too bad. I moved around with it on; it stayed. Good, he told the truth. Now I was looking at another mirror. A damaged one. I felt guilty again, since I left a dent in that mirror. I returned back to the main room. "Okay, Twinkle. You've been stuck in here for a while, so I'm allowing you to go outside. Take a walk or whatever. Be careful, though." I nodded, and opened the door. I closed it behind me as I stood in the hospital lobby. I walked down a hallway until I saw the door to exit. I exited the hospital building, and decided I was going to take a walk in the woods towards the wolf territory but still on fox territory.

I grumbled as my feet scraped against rocks and pebbles, and as my tail clumsily kept bumping into so many trees I walked past.  I suddenly heard shrieks and yelps.  I walked faster towards the noise. There was a sudden hole or pit in the ground. The noise was louder and clearer here. "Help! Help me! I tripped. I'm stuck. Please anyone help me!" Noises that sounded like crying followed. I looked down into the hole. A little wolf pup with a tawny colored pelt and amber colored eyes was howling and crying. He finally stopped for a moment and looked back at me. "Will you please take me out of here? I've been here for a while, and I'm-I'm scared. Please help me." I just glared at the wolf pup. "No way am I helping you. You shouldn't even be here. This is fox territory. You crossed your wolf territory border and entered fox territory. I don't care if you're just a pup, you don't belong here."

 I them heard the wolf pup squeak, "I... I didn't know I crossed the border. I'm sorry. Help me. Please... Hey, you're a blue fox. That's odd. I never saw or heard stories about any fox that's blue." I glared more at the wolf pup. I growled at him. "You know what? Life isn't fair!" I was about to turn and leave, but I saw the pup's eyes grow big and wide, and his body tremble as he walked towards the corner of the hole most away from me. Clearly terrified.

 I gasped. What have I done? I'm not this evil. I calmed myself down and told him I was going to help him get out of the hole.

 I dug into the hole and scruffed his small neck. I placed him down on the ground at my feet. Wonderstruck he gasped, "Wow! Th-thank you for rescuing me. I thought you hated me after what you said to me. You're a nice fox." The wolf pup tried as best he could to wrap his forepaws around my legs. I giggled. "Okay now. Let's take you to your home territory, okay?" He weakly nodded; I helped him cross back into his wolf territory.

 "You're the best!" he smiled and waved with his tail goodbye. I waved goodbye to him too, and I walked back to the hospital to my room.

I looked around and saw that Dr. Fox left my room. Probably had other things to do or something. I didn't mind though. I saw a note on a chair and read it: "Meet me at the Tall Tower's roof. 8:00 tonight. Be there. See you then, Twinkle." I saw that Duke signed the note.

 He must have been here when I was out, and he might have talked with Dr. Fox. I waited for a while, and then began heading towards the Tall Tower. It was nighttime out; stars shone brightly in the sky.

 However, it was raining now. I entered the building. No one was in sight. I ran up many flights of stairs until I arrived at the final floor. I saw a ladder leading up to a door. I walked up it and opened the door. I felt a raindrop on my nose. I closed the door. This is the roof of the Tall Tower. I saw Duke farther away from the door. He smiled when he saw me. "Hi Twinkle! I spoke with Dr. Fox, and he told me what he told you. He told me you had to wear different clothes. So will I." Duke wasn't wearing his usual fancy shirt. He had on a sports jersey.

 I was about to ask him what happened to it, but he continued. "I won't allow you to be the only one being different, Twinkle. I threw my other shirt out the window and put this on instead." I asked, "Why? Why would you do that!" "Because I want to." Duke sighed. "Dr. Fox also told me other information about you. Look, he told me that blue fur is an extremely rare disease. He also said that if you're not careful about it and don't wear your special clothing, that you'll maybe... die." I gave Duke a petrified look. I might... die.? I shuddered. "So I'm gonna make you live your life, Twinkle. I don't care if you die tomorrow, as long as I love you today."

 He gave me an embarrassed look, asking me if he said that correctly. I didn't care though. "Aww Duke. I love you too. And I'm not gonna die anytime soon. I'll assure you on that." He smiled a little again. He walked me towards the edge of the building's roof. He began hopping along the roof's edge, and told me to hop too.

 The wind blew through my fur, and I said, "Feels like we're flying." Duke replied, "Oh this isn't flying. You want to fly?" Before I could answer him, he held me up and lifted me beyond the roof. Wind blowing in my face, I spread out my front paws to look like a bird. "Whoa, Duke. I'm flying. Flying!" He giggled, "You sure are." We started laughing.

 Duke finally brought me back on top of the roof. "We're on top of the world. On top of our world on fire," Duke announced. I still laughed. For the first time since Fauna's death, I'm happy. For the first time, I'm alive and free.