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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.

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