Sylvester: Fight to the Death

“Hell, I'll tag along. What fun is life if you don't have a fight to the death every now an' again?” Aria’s face shone as she looked to Cheshire for support. He seemed to be muttering something to himself – probably calculating the odds for success of this ‘revolution’. I hardly noticed though because Aria’s words kept replaying in my head. Fight to the death.

“Moody Pants?” She turned to me and held out her hand for me to take. I hesitated and her smile faltered – I could tell she thought I’d be right in there, willing to fight for us all. I snatched her hand and yanked her over to the corner of the room; the others seemed confused for a moment but began to talk amongst themselves, all apart from Cheshire…

“Aria – ”

“What is wrong with you!?” She pulled her hand out of mine and rubbed it. “Ouch…”

“Aria – I.. I just can’t –” I stumbled over my words and scowled, embarrassed.

“Sylvester!” Aria stole a glance over at Cheshire who seemed to be listening intently from the other side of the room, so she lowered her voice to a hiss. “You’ve gotta come with us – now Kyoshiro’s gone you’re one of the oldest and most experienced we have on our side! You can’t back down now – ya can’t cop out ‘caus the odds are against us!” Her voice became gentler as she went on, “You can’t be afraid of death.”

I stared back at her, perplexed for a moment. “It’s not me I’m afraid for; it’s you.” I met her eyes again. “Trust me – there isn’t much chance of you, or anyone, getting through this one. Aria – I can’t watch you die.”

The End

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