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crescentblossom66 · 2 years ago

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Dead Bird Metro: The Tale of two Girls Chapter 18

“What do you want?” The large eye brows of the Penguiad leader furrowed at the unwelcome sight of the other leader.

“Bold of ye ta assume that I'd wanted somethin' from ye. I only came up here ta get some fresh air- “the owl clarified, and turned hostile immediately after, “-which is now ruined due to ye polluting it with yer awful stench.”

“You're one to talk.” The penguin only rolled his eyes and concentrated again, but not without keeping the position and the behavior of the owl in mind, and watching him out of the corner of his eye, just in case he draws his knife and attempts to do the same to him that he did to the young cat. To his surprise, the owl appeared moderately calm, he went to the other side of the roof and seemed to reach for something in his jacket, out of reflex, the penguin felt for his own weapon, once he saw that it was only a partly smoked cigar, he let his flipper drop to his side again.

He must have been standing there for a few minutes now, all that time the yellow bird in his peripheral never once moved, he only glared in one direction, so when the other finally moved a muscle, he returned to reality swiftly, not trusting the owl to keep their truce. He tilted his head just a little to see what that yellow menace had retrieved from his inner pocket, it was a bit small for a sheet of paper, and he noticed that the Conductor's jagged beak turned from his usual scowl into a sad frown. If it would have been any other bird, the DJ would have asked if they were okay, instead he scoffed. What a surprise, who would have thought that the cold-hearted Conductor could be anything other than grumpy or angry.

The Conductor's talons balled to fists and his feathers rose at the noise, his reminiscing interrupted by an insolent noise of mockery. A little flustered, he turned in the direction of the penguin, who turned to face him,“What are ye laughing at, peck neck?! Too much of a coward to tell me to me face?”

“No, Conductor, if I'd have to look at your face, I'd vomit.-” He smirked after seeing the scowl return to the owl's face, “-what's on that picture? Let me guess, it's one of your beloved trains, that's all you really care about after all.”

The amount of people that died because of him, the staggering amount of penguins that died due to his vile actions, it made his flippers shake with rage by just looking at the yellow owl that countered his piercing, angry glare with his own. “Oh please, do ye really think that looking at ye is remotely pleasant, if I looked like ye, I would've stabbed meself a long time ago.-” He spat back, “-Also, mind yer own business, why don't ye just peck off and go back to writin' music or whatever it is that ye waste yer time with.”

“What, and leave the planing to you? I'd rather put my life in hands of a monkey with stage 7 dementia, your plans are reckless and endanger the lives of not only you, but all the owls that accompany you!” Without even realizing it, the penguin had his flipper back in his pocket and tightly wrapped around the handle of his knife, the yellow owl had started to advance toward him, his fist shaking with anger.

“At least I don't shirk away from a fight like a scared hatchling! While I was out there risking me life to get information, ye sat around and did absolutely nothin'!”

“If you consider saving Hattie doing absolutely nothing. What did you do to that girl, Conductor?” The owls feathers rose for a moment at the mention of his granddaughter.

“I swear if ye did somethin' to her, I'll cut ye down where ye stand.” The menacing tone of the owl was followed by him slowly getting out his knife, the penguin noticed that a facial muscle twitched as he did so, if it was from anger or due to his injuries, the DJ couldn't care either way, as he followed suit by reading his own weapon.

“I didn't harm her, you did! How often did you hurt her, Conductor?-” He gritted his beak, narrowing his eyes behind his shades. “-How long did it take you to break the poor girl's spirit?!”

He repeated the line quietly in disbelieve, his mind refusing to understand the insinuation, almost reeling for a moment. His grip on his knife tightened as his feathers rose in his growing anger. Grooves expected his adversary to yell at him in anger, yet when he spoke the owl's voice was a whisper “How dare ye...-” The Conductor started to move, slowly, the penguin, meanwhile, never broke eye contact, he wouldn't back down one step. The aura of malice now coming from the yellow bird didn't unnerve him in the slightest, his hatred for the him only increased the closer his arch nemesis came.

Suddenly the yellow bird started to chuckle, and he shook his head slowly. Even though he was shaking with anger, he spoke in a near calm and level voice, “I should 'ave known that me bad reputation would come back ta haunt me. Ye cannae murder countless and expect people ta think that ye have any kind o' honor...yet this from ye of all, I could return the same question back ta yer.”

“Don't you even dare to put me on the same level as you. I'd NEVER, not in a million year, hurt little Bowie! Look at Hattie, you low-life, no young girl should have a need to be this calculated and willing to kill!”

“Mighty hypocritical, flightless scum, the bow lassie isnae as innocent as you paint her. Just like me Hattie, she has killed, it's what ye have ta do ta survive in this world. If ye cannae understand that even now, this life will teach ye sooner or later.” Both birds were mere steps away from each other now, trembling with anger and just waiting for the other to make a move. The owl stared his rival down, fighting hard against the wrath that threatened to take control over his actions, as much as he loathed him, they needed the help of him and the penguins.

His rival was caught of guard for just a fraction of a second, he spoke the truth, he knew, yet.....by the stars, now that the Conductor said that with that horrible intonation...he'd contemplate that later, now was not the time.

It took all his willpower, all of it to lower his knife and pry his eyes away from the shades that hid the sharp glare of the penguin's so well, but he somehow managed to quickly spin toward the exit and put away his knife, he wouldn't ruin everything that Hattie and the other lassie had worked so hard for. He almost gasped in shock when he noticed that the old polaroid had slipped out of his pocket as he turned toward the stairs quickly.

The small photo swayed left and right in the light breeze as it slowly tumbled to the ground almost right in front of the leader of the Penguiads, who picked it up before the other could, and inspected it. A happy looking family of five, the father of the young birds looked strikingly like the old bird that tore the photo out of his flippers a mere moment later. “I had no idea you had...” The surprise was clearly etched into the face of the DJ who looked at the flustered bird that quickly shoved the old picture back into his pocket.

“And it ain't none of yer business...-they're gone fer good.” His anger trailed to a sad whisper as he turned back around and headed toward the stairs once more.

The penguin's gaze followed the owl as he retreated, but something irked him. Gone? What did he mean by that.....no! No, he couldn't have, could he? Then again he just murdered that young cat in cold blood like it was nothing, who's to say that he wouldn't...do something like that.

His hatred for the bird spiked up again at the thought, “Only you would be so deplorable, you're really as cold-hearted as they say.-” The owl stopped, but didn't turn around. “-That you'd stoop so low as to kill innocent children, your own flesh and blood no less!” The penguin drew his knife again, he wouldn't get away with that, not ever!

“Well, I've tried, Hattie.-” The owl said quietly to himself before he whirled around and drew his knife and clashed blades with the penguin, “-NOW THAT'S IT!” DJ Grooves knew that the owl was hurt badly from his escape, so thinking that he was likely still a bit weak, he put more pressure on his own weapon, that coupled with the other bird being shorter than him pushed the owl down.

“I've been called a lot of things; heartless, cold, unforgiving, bloodthirsty...peck, the insults flung at me by those whose lives I took, I deserve all of them.-” The owl winced as he felt his right wing tremble, the wound he sustained there reopened and started to bleed. “-a criminal, a murrrrderrrerr, a filthy scum, all of these I've been called befer and they were right-” For a moment he thought he had him, that it would be that easy, but then the owl dodged to the side just in time, before he attacked back, “-I'D NEVER HURT EVEN ONE FEATHER OF ME OWN FAMILY!!!”

The attack was sluggish and the DJ had no trouble dodging the swipe that was aimed at his face that followed. “Where are they then if not six feet under?! None of my penguins have ever heard or seen any of them! As much as I respect Bowie's decision, I could NEVER be in the same room as someone so utterly repulsive and vile!” The owl parried the slash from the penguin aimed at his throat after said penguin spun the other way gracefully after evading a stab attack aimed at his heart by the owl. “You're honorless scum with no regard for any life whatsoever, while your pitiable owls bleed and die for you, you never look back.-” The harsh and quick movement from fighting irritated the third-degree burns on DJ Grooves' back, causing him to grit his beak. “-I value every single one of my penguins, we're strong because we stick together, you're all alone.”

“That's exactly why yer the weak one, ye cannae deal with the harshness of this world, peck neck! No matter how hard ye may try, there's always gonna be death, and it will hurt, especially if the person that died was close ta ye-” for a moment the penguin could detect sadness from his enemy, not realizing that the other noticed the same emotion from him, “-I sent 'em away so that they could be safe form all this, that they could be safe from YE!”

With a force that the DJ obviously didn't anticipate the Conductor to still be capable of with his injuries, the owl disarmed his opponent by moving his own weapon up so quickly against the other that it caused the penguin to lose his grip and drop the knife. The DJ was stunned only for a split second, enough time for the yellow bird to attack, yet still enough for the him to dodge swiftly and punch the arm of owl, who let his own weapon drop with a shriek.

“That's rich coming from you! We both know that once this is over, you'll just continue to attack us, continue to harm my penguins, me, and even Bowie! No one is safe from you!” Another punch from the penguin made the Conductor reel backwards, his hat falling off in the process.

“Would you kill me, Conductor?” The voice of the curly-haired girl was brought back to the front of his mind. She had spoken to him so casually and friendly, even that horrible question left her lips without hostility or worry...Like she was aware that he wouldn't...and she was right, he simply wouldn't be able to raise his trusty knife, that had seen so many fall, to end her life.

“As if ye'd stop! Only recently ye ambushed and killed me owls! Don't delude yerself thinkin' yer something better!-” The owl retaliated with a punch of his own, the huge amount of hatred and anger in the eyes of the DJ were now clearly visible as the impact knocked of his shades. “-Just like me, ye killed and robbed countless! Ye ain't a saint neither, yer filthy flippers are coated in blood, just like me talons!”

DJ Grooves wiped the spot on his face there the punch had connected and for a moment he hesitated. It was true that even with him trying his best, both his penguins and no small amount of innocents had lost their lives over the years. The smug smile on his adversary that only widened the more the penguin's eyes shined with realization, caused the DJ to come back to reality.

“Don't you dare compare me to you! I'M NOTHING LIKE YOU!” The owl just chuckled at his outburst.

“Aye, that's true, laddie. Ye fight like a wee toddler.” Now the penguin truly lost his composure and grabbed the bird by the collar shoving him down to the ground hard, After blinking away the sharp pain on his back the yellow owl barely intercepted another punch that was aimed at his face, using the sharp claws on his other hand to scratch the flipper that he held until his enemy winced in pain and moved his arm away which gave him the chance to get the upper hand, he moved the other bird around, ready to slice open his face.

“STOP!” Both birds flinched at the young voices they heard and looked over to see both Bow and Hattie, terrified of what they did to each other.

“Don't kill him, grandpa! He's...he's not evil.” Hattie tried to appeal to her mentor who reluctantly let go of the penguin, who got up and dusted off his clothes.

“Why are you fighting? I know you two don't see eye to eye, but...please don't kill each other.” Bowie wiped away a few tears, as she picked up her mentor's shades and returned them to him.

“I tried, Bowie, I really did, but-” DJ Grooves glared at the smaller bird, “-he's so frustrating to deal with.” That and the fact that he had a point, his arguments were eerily solid...

Hattie looked at the reopened injury with worry and only calmed down a bit when the old bird assured her that he wasn't seriously hurt and placed a talon on her head gently. He quickly moved down the stairs followed shortly by Hattie, who picked up his hat that threatened to get blown of the roof by the breeze.

#dead bird metro au #ahit fanfic #ahit hat kid #ahit bow kid #ahit conductor #ahit dj grooves #inspired by the au from #the confuktor

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crescentblossom66 · 2 years ago

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Dead Bird Metro: The Tale of two Girls Chapter 15

TW: Death of a lot of nameless characters

The small room was awfully quiet, the only thing she heard was the near silent engine noises of the cars on the far away highway. It was so weird, so unbelievably strange to see the normally so spirited bird just lying there. If she didn't know any better, she would have thought him dead, if not for the slow rise and fall of his chest with every breath.

Some of the more first aid-savvy owls had informed her, that his wounds were pretty bad, and that they were not sure if he'd even wake up again, but she believed in him, she believed that he'd regain consciousness. She felt overwhelmed by the amount of responsibility that she had now. The leader of the Penguiads was back, which at least made things easier on Bow and the penguins, but she feared that with the Conductor still down for the count, they might try to attack them or something. She prayed that those fears were unfounded.

Hattie pulled the chair in the room next to his bed and pushed the small box in front of the window, that was used to stop the cold air from getting in too much, to open small crack allowing for more air in the room, thinking that it might do him good. After pulling his blanket up a bit more to make sure he wouldn't freeze, she sat down slowly.

What the DJ told her was still eating away at her, even if Bow said that it would be alright. From the way he spoke, she noticed that the leader of the sun glasses-wearing birds cared a great deal about his penguins, and considers them his friends.

She looked down at the owl and reached for his hand, it was still a bit cold, but warmer than it had been a few days ago, that had to be a good sign, right?

“Please wake up soon, gramps, I need you!” She squeezed his hand a bit, and waited for a reaction, but she didn't receive any. Tears started to form in her eyes, but she wiped them away fast when she heard Bow yell her name frantically. She rushed out to see what the commotion was about and almost collided with Bow when she ran back down the stairs to the lobby.

“We're in great trouble! A huge army of Nyakuza are on their way here!” The penguins and owls in the lobby gasped in shock, one of the owls dropped a crate with canned soup on his foot and yelped while one of the penguins hit the frame of the door on his way to the cafeteria. Hattie's hands started to tremble, and she swallowed the lump in her throat.

“How many are there, Bow?”

“Around 200 give or take!” Hattie raked a hand through her hair and walked past the other girl down to the lobby. “I-I thought about what to do on the way back, they're on foot, so maybe we can use the cars-” Bow hated this method herself, but after what the cats had done, she realized that they had to be stopped, no matter the cost. “-We can run them over.” Hattie stopped and turned her head to her.

“There's too many for that to work, it's good plan, but...we'd have a better chance if we split the army.” She tapped her chin and then she had an idea. “We could try to lure them over to one of the warehouses nearby, there was a lot of oil in one of them, if what your note said is true.” Bow nodded and looked at the penguins.

“Alright, the Penguiads and I will-” Hattie shook her head.

“It's easier for the owls and me to go, they can fly out of danger, and, no offense, they're a bit faster.” Bow turned around after someone moved behind her, she hadn't even realized that he had been there.

“What, where's the catch, Leowle? You'd have the risk of them catching you before you can even set it up.” Hattie looked at DJ Grooves, who had dragged himself out of his bed after hearing the commotion.

“We simply have a better chance this way, the more penguins and owls live, the better.” The eyes of the tall bird widened. A Leowle that valued lives?

“Enrique!-” The eagle-owl stepped forward, “-Take around 20 of owls and head over to the warehouse over there, place the oil barrels in a circle, oh, and make sure that you use some oil to function as a trail to ignite later, then wait until I arrive with the rest of the owls. We'll lure them as far in as possible. Have some of the Leowles hide out of sight and close the doors once they're inside, then, we'll light the oil trail. After all that, we break the windows and fly out.” He nodded and was about to leave but stopped and turned to her again.

“Amiga, what about the backdoor?”

“It's normally closed, just like with the front, there is an ID scanner there, so it won't open.” It was very unlikely that the cats would have an ID card for that door, making the front doors the only way to the inside.

DJ Grooves looked over to Bow “Where was an old truck there, right?” The curly-haired girl nodded.

“You don't plan on leaving like this, you're-” Bow looked at him with a worried expression.

“Yeah, boss, you're hurt!” A penguin spoke up as well.

“I know,darlings, but the Leowle girl is right; the more birds survive, the better.” Hattie couldn't believe that the leader of the Penguiads was trying to help her, she'd have to take his word for it, there was no time to keep an eye on him and the cats simultaneously.

“If you really want to help us out this time...DJ Grooves, you should go ahead, too.” He nodded, there was a tiny detail in her plan that she seemed to have overlooked, but if he managed to do what he planned, it wouldn't be a problem.

He nodded with a serious expression before he looked back over to Bow, “Be careful, Bowie.” Bow gave him a wink before she started to work on her plan. Right when she was about to leave, Hattie grabbed her shoulder.

“Please watch out that they don't get inside, I'm worried about-” Hattie looked extremely stressed out, no wonder considering all that was happening, but it was clear what was causing her the most grief.

“Don't worry about the yellow menace, I'll make sure that the leader of the Leowles will be able to yell at his owls again.” She gave Hattie a wink, and the girl responded with a small smile.

“Thanks, Bow.”

Bow went up to the roof to wait for their assailants, every once in a while she grew antsy and checked on the penguins behind the building, who were waiting for Bow to give them a signal. From her vantage point she could see Hattie clearly, just waiting for the cats to arrive. Bow prayed that everything would work out, they didn't really have the time to think on some kind off elaborate plan after all, so a lot of things could go awry very quickly.

Hattie stood still glaring at the cats that were slowly becoming visible now, they appeared to be led by a cat in a light brown trench coat that seemingly jumped up and down and ran around with excitement. She trembled a little at the sheer amount of cats, but she stood her ground. When they got close enough for them to still be able to outrun them at least until they reached the warehouse, she decided to show off the most important skill she had learned from her grandfather...how to properly insult someone.

“There you are, you flea-ridden fur bags! About time, well, what can I expect from some slow-as-peck, shoe brushes that traded their brains for catnip!” She could see how quite a few of them hissed and extended their claws. The leader of the cat army seemed unperturbed, though. He seemed to stare their HQ down like it would crumble, if he just stared at it long enough.

The Leowle girl started to run once the leader of the cats gave the signal for the aggravated cats to chase down Hattie.

“Kill them! Don't let them escape! Tear their flesh from their mutilated bodies once you're done!” Hattie cringed as the scratchy, warped, voice of the twitchy cat reached her ears. The owls and her ran, not even looking behind to check how far the angry felines were away.

As expected those cats were persistent, they chased her and the owls down all the way to the warehouse. She could only hope that Enrique and the rest of her gang had managed to set everything up in time. When she entered the old, dysfunctional hall, the angry shouting of the black cats that were right on her heels, started to echo in the large room. It appeared as though everything went according to plan, especially when the lighting in the room got dimmer due to the door behind being closed.

“Fly!” She yelled to the owls, who did as she demanded and started to take to the air. The cats tried to catch the fleeing birds, by jumping as high as they could, but ultimately the biggest damage done was the loss of a couple of tail feathers for some of the Leowle members. Hattie herself jumped over the barrels by running up to them and leaping back and forth between two of them. She hadn't anticipated those barrels being around 2,5 meters (8 feet) in height, however, it only made it harder for the cats to jump over the barrels and reach safety before they burned.

“Light it!” She yelled and a moment later she heard a low whooshing sound as the oil trail behind the barrels caught fire, now she just needed to get out before she'd burn to a crisp as well. The fault in her plan became apparent once she climbed on top of the walkway that lead to the windows...that were they too high up for her to reach. She tried and tried to get a hold of the outer edge of the window, but only caused her hand to bleed on the broken glass shards at the bottom of it. The blue-eyed girl could hear the panic in the voices of the cats who were screaming and crying for help. The noise pollution would have been unbearable, in no small part due to the echoing, Hattie hardly noticed, though. The small girl's face turned white as a sheet, when she laid eyes on the ignited oil containers, the fire had reached the oil barrels now and they started to heat up. She needed to get out NOW!!!

“Access granted.”

She barely heard the feminine, robotic voice, but from her elevated position, she spotted the huge metal door in the back open.

“Hurry up and get over here, darling!” That was undoubtedly the voice of the leader of the Penguiads. For a second she hesitated, not quite trusting the penguin, that doubt left her as soon as it came after she took one more glance at the cats and the barrels. Braking her fall by landing on some cardboard boxes nearby, she sprinted over to the back doors. She performed a dive, after hearing the sizzling of the oil as the metal that contained them gave way and wave of singeing heat spread behind her.

“Come on, get in!” She looked up from the ground and got to her feet, the DJ reached out a flipper to drag her up into the cab of the truck. “Are you alright Le- I mean...Hattie?” He inquired as the brown-haired girl sat down on the passenger seat. The poor girl was panting and looked a tad frightened, yet at least she was unharmed.

She nodded and gave him a quick glance, “Thank you.” It was quiet, nothing but a soft mumble, yet he didn't think that he'd get a positive response at all.

“I'll drive back to our headquarters, seeing that the leader of those cats wasn't with you, I assume that poor Bowie has the displeasure of dealing with that twitchy fur ball.” Out of the corner of his eye he picked up on a subtle nod from the more quiet child. Hattie to him so far always looked like she was calculating something, planning either their next move, or how to get rid of the Penguiads and him once the time came, he still didn't know what to make of her. He didn't know that her worries were for her still unconscious grandfather and Bow, whom she had entrusted with his safety.

The green eyes of the leading cat narrowed down at the small girl that looked down at them from the rooftop of the building. She was his target and his alone! About half of his underlings were chasing down the owls and the other annoying little girl, but he had no doubt that they could handle them. The curly-haired brat would rue the day she killed his friend at the theater! He'd gauge her eyes out and stomp them to goo under his feet, when he'd tear her intestines out with one claw while tearing her hair out with the other, her death would bring him salvation!

His boss had told him to be careful and to not underestimate his targets, but said targets were just two little girls, what could they do against a huge cat army?! He noticed that the curly-haired child had gone back inside, and a moment later he could here the raving of car engines nearby.

“Scatter!” He yelled at his subordinates as he took notices of around five cars that came charging at them.

Bow watched as the cats tried to dodge the Penguiad cars, but if the penguins could do one thing exceptionally well, it was driving around aimlessly. She watched as the cars mowed down their enemies for a moment, but wanted to turn her head away from the gruesome sight. All of the Nyakuza struggled to stay alive, all but one. The lanky, twitchy cat dodged the incoming cars nimbly, even from the second floor she could see the determination and hatred with which he looked up at her. Those green eyes showed pure malice and murderous intent, it made the hair on the back of her neck stand on end. The commander of the army almost reached the entrance which they hadn't had the time to barricade.

Maybe he was after her...or maybe?!

She ran down to the lobby drawing her curved dagger out of her jacket as she made her way down the stairs, and just when she reached the bottom, the door burst open and slammed again the wall behind it.

For a moment he just glanced at her before he laughed uncontrollably, it was like he had just heard the funniest joke in the world, yet something about it was deeply unsettling, it varied in pitch constantly, and she was more than happy when he stopped.

Bow took a step back and her hands were shaking when the cat slowly reached for a bloody saber that he had hidden in his trench coat. “Glad you could join us today-”, he gestured around the room with the free paw, as if addressing a huge crowd. “-I told you that I'd bring you the girl's heart on a platter, I'm gonna tear it right out of her chest.-” His eyes and head were twitching as he proclaimed that to the people in attendance that only he was able to see.

Bow started to shiver, out of all the enemies she had to face so far, this one was by far the creepiest, he had obviously lost his mind. Everything in her told her to run away, but she had nowhere to run to, so she had to face this lunatic in combat. She rose her dagger and readied herself for the likely incoming attack of the trench coat-wearing cat.

His smile widened further than it should go, almost reaching the edges of his face, “So you want to make this harder for yourself, I see-” He started to take small steps forward which caused her to take small steps backwards up the stairs. “-Well, cats like pray that fights back, it makes the hunt more satisfying!” His voice turned to downright demonic at the end of his sentence, it almost made her stumble and fall.

She decided to run up the stairs as fighting on them was obviously disadvantageous. With sheer terror on her face, she ran into the little office area where the Leowles normally resided. She shoved one of the office chairs in his way over which he simply jumped. Bow whirled around and just about raised her dagger high enough for it to collide with her saber. Due to her high strength, she managed to shove him back and make his back collide with the office desk behind him.

“So the pray can fight back, good!” He jumped back onto his feet and while Bow tried to think of a way to stop her enemy. He charged at her again and she had some trouble evading the quick and frantic, nearly unpredictable swings of the sharp weapon. The equally as sharp glare felt like it was piercing her soul and made her feel cold. She gasped then she hit a door with her back which, miraculously, she managed to open and close it in time, making the sharp saber embed itself in the wooden door. She locked the door as the cat tried to open it, and when that failed, he tried to pry his saber free to no avail. The noise caught the attention of the other person in the room with her.

Her eyes were wide and she tried to calm her breath to listen for the cats footsteps, but she couldn't hear anything, she sighed in relief, thinking that he had left after it was quiet for a solid minute.

He was gone, surely he'd come back later, but for now this crazy cat was gone. She'd have to warn the others when they got back, being ambushed by him would be a de-

The window to the room that was barricaded by only boxes suddenly broke and the cat tackled her to the ground when he entered “Surprise!” Her dagger skidded across the floor, out of her reach. That demonic cat grasped her throat tightly and in her panic she failed to get a proper grip to try and free herself, the green-eyed feline showed off the long, pointy claws which he waved around near her eyes. “Did you really think that you could win, I really caught you of guard there, eh? Nothing is stealthier than a cat. Now let me see what color your-” He couldn't finish his words as Bow's dagger pierced through his throat and blood started to trickle down on the young girl's face. The pressure on her throat lessened and she gasped in shock at what she saw.

“Nothin' stealthier than a cat, eh, it appears an owl is even stealthier, laddie.” The Conductor had saved her. She was sure that he'd attack her next, due to her being an enemy, but the owl made no attempts to do so. He only sat back down on the bed with a grunt, his face contorted in pain.

“Why? Why did you...?”

“Simply, lassie, I hate those filthy shoe brushes more than I hate ye Penguiads, at the moment at least.-” He chuckled weakly. “-and I ain't in no condition ta fight, but if ye wanted me dead, ye would've already killed me while I was just standin' there.” He took that surprisingly well, she thought that he'd attack her or something, however, he was right, he was in no condition to fight her.

She got up and tried to calm down, “Hattie was right, you aren't such a bad person.” She couldn't really believe what she was saying but he HAD saved her after all.

“Don't get me wrong, lassie, I'd have probably killed ye if I were in better condition.” Bow tried hard to figure out if what he said was true, it was hard to tell from his lack of facial features.

He laid back down and started up at the ceiling. “Now, aren't ye gonna tell the rest of the Penguiads that I'm awake, surely ye plan on makin' a big scene outta me demise, eh?” It now dawned on Bow that he thought that he was captured by her gang...he was definitely lying earlier, then, he could have back attacked the cat after said cat had killed her.

“No, the situation's...very different.” She cringed a bit. His ear-like feathers rose.

“Different in what way, lassie?”

“Yeah...the Penguiads and the Leowles are, uh...” She hesitated, while the bird turned his head over to her, and she gave an uncomfortable chuckle.

“We're currently kinda...allies.”

“WHAT!!!”

#dead bird metro au #ahit fanfic #ahit hat kid #ahit conductor #ahit bow kid #ahit dj grooves #inspired by the au from #the confuktor

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