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That un-easy feeling

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Tom strolled along the street, his red bandana tied neatly with a double knot over his left arm symbolizing he was now part of the prank wars and ready for the other team to try and make a move, if they dared. It had been quite a while since the indecent involving a certain cobalt colored falcon, after being used a apron Tom was of course sentenced to several photos taken of him while still strapped to Fisher. Who took the pictures, just his luck it was Radar who also assaulted his mind with many un-needed rhyming triplets.

It was clear to Tom that is notoriety has risen dramatically since his last succession in capturing the self declared king of the prank wars, he did make a rather fetching ball indeed and  enjoyed how bouncy he was in the sporty games he played with his partner Caroline Red. Last he heard from her though she had also been caught by the two and was left to hang above the blue team bace inflated like a balloon. Of course she was let down after a while and allowed to walk free, thus was the rules of the games. For every one caught a five hour respite was allowed to walk away and plan another strike or to recover. Any captured enemy in his/her transformed state must be put back right after twenty four hours at-most, every member of the two teams were taught well that breaking the rules would be a disgrace to them and to there team.

Tom continued on neither the less, despite being the afternoon the streets seemed eerily abandoned, one might of considered Tom a fool to wonder out in the open, but this was his way of luring his ‘prey’ in. He had no particular extreme power or speed but his traps, quick thinking and battle strategy were beyond any recorded in his red team bace. The sunlight dimmed down as clouds shrouded the ground is a dull grey shadow, his soft paws moving silently and quickly across the concrete floor... *thut, thut, thut.* his wolf ears sprang up as he detected a disturbance in the once silent streets. He turned, his tail swishing to the side in the gust of wind he made in his wake as he starred down behind him. Nothing was there, just a long strip of black tar road, a grey flooring and a flickering lamppost that shone a amber like light, no one was in sight, no place seemed hide-able where he was. He turned back and walked on picking up the pace,  his mind boggled to what the noise could have been.

He kept moving, turning left through a narrow entrance surrounded by tall green hedges, he walked down a short staircase to Toon Town park. Again... no one was about... ‘what is going on’ Tom thought, something was not right, something did not feel right. Regardless he powered through narrow strip of path, on each side covered by thick branched Oak trees that overlapped the pathway. *thut, thut, thut, thut...* it came again this time much more frantic and desperate, he did not stop to look back he ran, he ran and he ran faster and faster down the path but the end did not seem to come any closer, He would stop briefly experiencing heavy daja vu as he swear he saw the same trees many many times, and the end seemed just as far as when he had began. Then, hearing the noise again he would zoom once more, painting heavily with exhaustion till he collapsed on the floor, clawing forward he realized his fears were true... the end was not getting closer and he was getting no where. He was stuck forever to be chased by the horrible sound till he was caught, what happened then he dreaded to think. Then, a feathery tingle touched his right shoulder, he looked towards it and carefully pinched what had fell on him between his fingers. It was a feather, a cobalt feather. “wait a second...” tom said allowed once more hearing the noise much louder he used what little energy he had left to bound to the side as Fisher came down to try and grab him from the floor.

He watched him fly back up and land on top of a tree “Why hello there Tom, enjoying this little trap me and Radar set up” he chuckled to him self, “oh I see, fear tactics huh I will admit you scared me good but you failed quite badly nearing the end thanks to your feather, I hazard a guess you were flying way way above me.” he said still gasping for.

“haha yes fear tactics indeed but also to tire you out so your easy prey, you see this is a pocket dimension created by Radar, a little bubble where once you reach a certain point you can run as far as you like but you will never get out with out switching of the machine. I dipped down low enough for you to hear my flapping wings to build up suspense I must admit it was very enjoyable” he quirked up with enthusiastic full blown laughing.

“Oh so radar is here now I guess?” Tom asked, folding his arms with a confident smirk of his own “haha, he is not here currently but the thing that surrounds you now is thanks to his brilliant work. All of it is controlled by this little button here” he brought out a tiny red cube  from no where, it  had a single gold button on it, the  whole thing glowed very brightly.

It was odd such a tiny little thing controlled such a huge area “you will see him soon don’t your worry, I have some plans for you indeed. isn't it annoying when you loose the dice in a  board game” he laughed some more, one wing covering his beak to hide another devious grin.

“oh let me guess your going to turn me into a cube, good luck with that, how are you planning to do that might I ask?”  Fisher closed his eyes and took a deep breath “so many questions, why do you ask, its almost as if your stalling for ti... where did you go?” Suddenly Tom was not in sight, in the blink of a eye he looked in every direction he could to try and locate him.

“THIS IS IMPOSSIBLE, ITS A DIFFERENT DIMENSION YOU CAN’T ESCSPE! WHATS GOING ON!” Fisher screamed completely loosing his cool, “WHERE ARE YOU!” he bellowed again in a rage, he was just about to fly up when a paw grabbed his foot and yanked him down onto the floor bellow with a thud, he did not have enough time to flap his way back up, Tom had stayed in a blind spot below him and climbed to nab him.

“well you see, having a master plans all well and good but you kind of dropped your guard and let me get my breath back, all in all, you flunked” Tom said in triumph, Fisher got back up to his feet and looked back up the tree just in time to come face to face with a rather large steel mallet that Tom had pulled out, with one almighty swing is came cascading down squashing him down into the floor with such force the very ground shook.

Removing his hammer he smiled calmly at a now very reduced sized falcon, his whole body no more then a inch thick. Fisher was speechless but quite obviously annoyed at the predicament, keeping his mouth firmly shut all he did was steer up at Tom with a ‘this is not over’ look.  Tom carefully peeled him up into his paw, he was very floppy indeed and of course very fluffy and warm to the touch. He held him by the toes that wiggled ever so slightly being extra sensitive and all he began to roll him up. It was indeed odd for Fisher, his whole body rolling up he felt each part of his body rub and tighten around its self in ways he could of never imagined, tightly compacted and trapping lovely warm air inside the little bundle of himself. By the time Tom was finished the roll he held tightly was nothing more then is very angry face and two front wings tucked awkwardly to to his sides. It was indeed a great hit on his pride.  “I know just what I'm going to do with you little roll of falcon.” Tom said smiling “I’ve been thinking about having a nice blanket for me lately and your warm feathers should fit the bill perfectly.”

With that, Tom found the devise held by him early, it had fallen when he pulled him down from the tree, with a quick push of the button everything flashed once blinding him for a while. When he opened his eyes, he was greeted the same place once more but it was darker, just he begun to panic on if the thing worked he looked up to a full mood, casting its cooling silver rays onto his tiny shinny nose he took a breath of fresh air. It was clear no furry in the right mind would be up in this late hour “right then, time for bed then me thinks!”
Tom does not feel right today, no one seems to be around... what could possibly be going on?

This is a art-trade for :iconsonicinterface: in which I create a prequel to another story of his found here -[link]
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The-hater-hasarrived's avatar
I like your stories
You should do more like this :v