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Silent Night, to Dawn

TW: Injury

Characters: Tyson "Ty" Nicholas, Obdulio Bravo

Originally written: 5th August 2022

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The bright yellow moon was all that kept him company in this late night.

Driving alone, Tyson Nicholas knew very well, which way he had to go with his car, despite the fact that the last time he was where he intended to go, was years ago.

Some of the light from the moon was shining on his bright blue fur and the darker spots of the same colour, it also reflected into his mechanical right eye, causing him to squint.

It had been some time ago now, that he received the message, that an old friend of his had returned, one, that many in this country had begun to call a traitor, for he had joined the Wrath, according to again many, voluntary. But now he was back again, seemingly having left the organization whose goal is, for one day to conquer and rule the whole world.

A part of him wanted to believe that his old friend, who he had known for many years that had long passed, that his friend had not changed, that he was still a loyal member of the Wrath, and he would see that, be convinced that he, Tyson Nicholas was wrong, and then the snow leopard would leave again disappointed for having a bit of hope in him.

Yet, a gnawing sensation told him…something, must have happened, at one point, because, no one could really say when exactly his friend, decided to leave the Wrath, but, it must have been a while ago, because, the name of him, his friend, had not been used for some time by the Wrath or any of its members and when he asked some of them, who he personally treated, they just told him he had vanished one day, after an enemy attack.

Scratching his nose, the snow leopard noticed gates, made out of iron, they were open, and he was able to recognize them, despite the many years since he was here the last time.

He had finally arrived at the Bravo estate.

Opening one of the car windows, he allowed the cool wind to get in during the last few meters, for the car had become warm at this point making the fur on his grey jacket, flutter a bit in the air, that was blown into the car now.

No matter how dark it was, he could see at the corner of the lights from the car, the leaves of fruit threes.

“Despite the many years that have passed, you have kept them.”

A memory flashed into his mind, when his old friend had offered him a rather, unusual summer job, when he was still studying at medical school, and his friend took theatre and acting classes, saying that his father needed ever hand he could get, to help harvesting the fruits from heir orchard.

With how hot it sometimes got here in the summer, Ty did shave and cut some of his fur so he wouldn’t suffer too much in he heats, but, despite that, the payment was fair, he was always allowed to eat as many of the fruits as he wanted and a place to live was given to him at the estate.

For a short moment, he smiled, even let out a chuckle from the memory, before Ty reminded himself, that this was in the past, and he was driving in the present.

He hadn’t called his old friend, or wrote him a letter, something held him back doing that, he…he wanted to see his old acquaintance himself, face to face, how he had changed, after the many years Ty wanted to know how he was doing now.

There was also, another reason why he came here to see his friend, wondering if his old friend would be willing to accept…if he had changed…if he was even available.

Suddenly he saw something shining in the high beam of his vehicle and Tyson knew, he had reached his destination.

In the heart of the orchard stood a small but pretty mansion, one that although not so old as others, was still built in a more, vintage look, reminding him of a small wooden Victorian era manor.

Just as he remembered.

Stepping out of the car after he turned the engine off, the snow leopard could see, how dimly, flickering light was shining out of a window and he could hear…some sound coming from it as well.

Approaching the entrance, one wooden door with carved ornaments, Tyson Nicholas moved his prosthetic arm to the doorknob, turning it.

The door was not locked, and he could enter freely.

Carefully he stepped with his black boot onto the tiled ground floor, before the other followed, closing the entrance out of reflex and formality rather than intention, as he was inside of the building.

Looking around, he took a few steps further into the building, before the Medics leader decided to call for the person, he once called friend.

“Obdulio! Obdulio, are you here?”

Obdulio Bravo, chinchilla, theatre actor and opera singer, who despite his best efforts never made it big or was recognized by the world of theatre, always standing in the shadow of others, not even mentioned once by the media.

Until one day, he had joined the Wrath, with no one understanding why, suddenly being a star for the organisation, getting the stage- and nickname:

“The Voice of the Wrath”

Ty got no response, he hoped his friend was here, or else the person who was here, if someone was here, would be in for a surprise, hopefully they wouldn’t call the police if it was not Obdulio.

A sudden sound of glass made Ty’s ears go up and looking down, he saw a shopping back and as he looked around, he noticed how there were a few smore hopping bags around the lobby, a lot actually and Ty had difficulty not to brush against them, wondering what was inside of them, before his curiosity overtook him for a moment, and knelt down to look inside one.

The stench of mild to medium, sourly smelling alcohol invades his nose, causing the snow leopard to get nauseous for a moment.

It was filled with red wine bottles, all of them being from the same brand, French Bordeaux, every single one of them empty.

Raising himself to get some, fresher air into his system, Ty thought, given the number of bottles, it wasn’t really possible that Obdulio drank them all himself, was it?

Having reached the stairs soon, he noticed in the corner of his eyes an oil painting.

It showed Mrs. and Mr. Bravo, standing in front of their small mansion, looking respectfully, but also happy, remembering them both, Tyson couldn’t help but wonder.

“Do you know what has happened to your home and your son?”

There was no answer, just looking at him in silence and Tyson continued his way.

“Obdulio!”

Ty’s shout remained again unanswered, however, the sound he had heard before, grew louder, almost like music.

Arriving on the first floor, he could see that the door was half-closed, but what he had heard, since the snow leopard had arrived, was now clear.

Opera music, and if he had to take a guess, it was an aria.

His old friend’s favourite parts, he never was allowed to sing at any of the operas he performed, always being degraded to the ensembles and choirs. And so, the chinchilla sang them in private, or to his friends, as the Medic’s leader remembered, for a short moment fondly.

Carefully he opened the door with his prosthetic hand, pushing the wood, the flickering light shining on the metal of his hand and the buttons of his clothing, who all had the same brass colouring.

“Obdulio?”

This time, his call for the chinchilla, disgraced singer and actor was calmer, like a parent who took a look into the bedroom of their child, wondering if they had fallen asleep yet.

In the middle of the room, near a fireplace that was the source of the light, sat a small something, completely shrouded in black, as they were about to pour a glass with a bottle, whose content Tyson Nicholas didn’t really had to guess, however, before they finished it, noticed their surprise guest.

Their orange eyes, snapped open for a short moment, before they grew more relaxed again, letting out a sigh they put the bottle and glass, on a round wooden table, that was in their reach, but not before tapping on the glass.

Having his arms around his hips, his expression had changed, and Ty looked now more like a parent, that was both disgruntled and disappointed with their child, who they just caught doing something forbidden, or at least what they really shouldn’t do.

“If you want to tell me, that you only drink one glass a day, then I sincerely doubt that Obdulio.”

Obdulio Bravo only responded with something, that in Ty’s ears sounded like grumbling, but remained still on their leather armchair, continuing to listen to the song from the record player, which sounded, to the snow leopard from the bits and pieces he could understand, like Italian.

A few more steps were taken by the visitor, approaching the person he once saw as friend, speaking calmer again.

“Obdulio, what happened, first you were gone, then I hear you have joined the Wrath, you of all people, just for one day to vanish again? What happened, you never called, wrote a letter, or send at least an SMS?”

Despite no intention, Ty had to admit, his words sounded accusative, perhaps that was the reason why the orange eyes of the chinchilla, looked guilty when the snow leopard had finished his sentence, but he remained quiet, trying to look left and right.

“I only knew you were here because of some rumours, no one knew where you had gone for years, please Obdullio, what happened…come on…talk to me, please old friend.”

Hearing a hoarse sound, the leader of the Medics looked up from the floor witnessing how the chinchilla raised up from his seat, taking a cane from beside the chair as his old acquaintance was slowly approaching him.

First, Ty could see how the man, who only reached him from size to his stomach, stepped more into the light of the fireplace.

Obdulio wore a black double-breasted topcoat, together with black trousers and shoes. On top of his head, sitting a bowler hat of the same colour, only the silver-grey fur, he could see a bit exposed, for example the chinchilla’s tail, brought some difference in his monotone fashion.

There were now only a few inches of space between them, their tapping of the wooden cane that had grown louder, had come to a sudden halt with Ty wondering, what his old friend, he had not seen in years would do now, Obdulio raised his head, to look into Ty’s eyes, opening his mouth to speak.

Yet no voice came out, the sound, he made, was more similar to a hoarse groaning, with the mouth widening more and more and Tyson expecting to see his friend’s tongue.

But there was none.

As his eye widened, the Medics leader understood now, why his friend had not responded, or spoken to him a single word.

“D-did he do that to-“

He shook his head and with that the thought away, no…no, Obdulio loved his voice, it was, next to his friends, the greatest treasure he valued, always ensuring that it didn’t get strained or croaky, no, he would have never.

Someone else must have done it.

Yet, despite questions going trough his mind, they all came to a sudden halt, when he felt pressure on his stomach region, nothing violent, just, suddenly but soft.

Obdulio had tilted his head, looking up to his friend, staring at him with both, guilty and sorrowful looking eyes, that were clearly in pain and were sorry, for having not notified Ty about anything, starting to silently cry, into Ty’s light grey coat.

If there ever was a disgruntled state in Tyson Nicholas mind, it was all gone now, only feeling pity for his friend, who had lost his voice.

Gently placing his prosthetic arm on the back of his old friend’s head, he allowed Obdulio Bravo to cry into the fabric.

Remembering the other reason why he had come, the Medics leader wondered if he should tell his chinchilla friend, but something in his mind told him that maybe, this was perhaps the right time tell him, since the former opera singer and actor was clearly in low spirits.

“Obdulio, would you like to join the Medics?”

Noticing his old friend looking up, his still tearful eyes looked at him questioning, and Ty knew why, with the exception of maybe knowing first aid, Obdullio had no medical experience.

“I know that you did some PR for the operas and theatres you worked for and, we really could need someone doing that for us, we might be a bit desperate.”

Wondering if perhaps the last part sounded wrong, he was about to say he didn’t mean it in any insulting way but before he could speak a single letter, he could feel how he hug around him grew stronger, with Obdulio nodding in agreement before he continued to cry into his friend.

Giving his old friend, all the time he needed to collect himself, Ty hugged him back, looking at the small chinchilla with an understanding and compassionate expression, for a moment his vision was wandering, and he could see, how the night, started to be overtaken by the dawn.

For the first time since he arrived here, Tyson Nicholas could clearly hear the voice that sang the aria on the record that was playing, as he held his old friend Obdulio Bravo.

“Dilegua, o notte!

Tramontate, stelle!

All'alba, vincerò!

Vincerò!

Vincerò!”

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