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Through quick glances over his shoulder while continuing to climb, Junior captured the scene of his wounded friend below. Despite the tumble, the rat still appeared relatively unfazed, as he shoved off the injured body of Crusher. The sacrificial stunt, appeared to have only delayed the progress of Sid, as the rat again, returned to climbing the rigging, albeit a bit slower, from the new injuries brought on by the impact of Crusher’s falling body.

Once having reached the second level of the treehouse fortress, Junior slumped over his knees, in exhaustion, quickly panting. “C’mon, Junior!” spoke Lizzie who had already partially climbed the next rung of rigging leading to the final upper level. “We’ve got to keep climbing!”

Junior knew that while Lizzie’s advice was a good course of action, short term, climbing to the final level would only leave them to be cornered on a small circular wooden deck with nowhere else to go. It was merely a temporary solution to a situation that was becoming most dire by the second.

It was then it occurred to him that the only permanent solution was to stay and fight, man to man! This was what his father would do!

Junior’s gaze turned toward Crusher’s wooden baseball bat laying on the floor. Snatching it into his grip, Junior took a few practice swings just as he did when going up to bat, while playing with the neighborhood children and adults.
Sid lunged onto the deck as he crawled from the rigging.

The rat’s figure towered over Junior as he assumed his batter’s stance, flicking his tongue.
Sid mischievously chuckled as he observed Junior’s fierce demeanor. “Watcha gonna do with that, bat boy?”

“Why don’t cha come over here and find out?” hissed Junior. “Or are yah too chicken?”

Sid released a low growl as he began inching forward fists raised. “Put down the bat, boy,” he ordered in an icy tone.
Junior began swinging the bat back and forth, in his efforts to keep the rat at a distance. Between every ‘woosh’ of his swings, Sid would inch forward only to defensively retract, with Junior’s bat barely missing contact every time.

This went on, until Sid began to ever so slightly back away, while Junior remained on the offensive. Junior quickly felt himself becoming weary and disoriented from his constant swings of aggression until Sid inevitably managed to grab the end of the bat.

Liz leaped down from above holding one of Crusher’s cans of silly string.

“Hey, mister rat! How do yah like this?”

Sid spat and clawed as the colorful string covered the entire front of his face. Junior gritted his teeth as he took advantage of Lizzie’s distraction whacking Sid hard in the chest, driving the rat to bend over.

“Ohhh!”

Junior whacked Sid again, this time breaking his bat on contact. Sid collapsed to the ground laying on his side as he struggled to wipe the silly string from his face. Nevertheless, this again seemed to merely slow the pursuit of Sid as the rodent gangster dizzily rose to his feet.

“You need to go!” Lizzie intently spoke to Junior.

Junior nodded, his eyes scanning the surroundings, as he desperately sought a means of escape. His inferior size, and lack of a weapon left him with no chance in a fight. His only option now was to flee. But rather than climb to the final level of the fortress where he would inevitably be cornered, his best bet would be to use the endless large branches of the tree as his means of escape. Despite having Clawfang Fortress crafted within the tree, Junior, Crusher, and Jaws were used to the branches serving as a jungle gym wonderland with them often venturing well beyond the Crossbone construction.

Junior dashed toward the edge of the deck, leaping over the railing to land on the large log sized limb below. His toe and clawed hands dug into the wood as he landed.

“What, the. . .” he heard Sid exclaim in confusion. Junior scrambled to his feet and began running along the limb.
Hearing a loud thud on the branch from behind, Junior knew Sid had continued to give chase.

Sid may have been the one with the longer legs, but Junior knew like all reptilian boys, born on the bayou, he was no stranger to scaling trees at dangerous heights. It would only be a matter of him keeping his pace up, until having lost the rodent among the trees. As the current limb he was running along shrunk in size while nearing it’s end, Junior leaped to grab onto a slightly higher limb. Junior grunted as he struggled to pull himself up. His worst fears were realized when one of the branches he was using to pull himself up cracked upon thrusting himself forward, snapped under his weight. Junior gasped as the other limbs cracked under his attempts at gripping them. Junior grunted as he landed hard on his back.

“Augh!”

He barely had time to exhale when he felt himself being yanked up by the spiked collar.

“Thought you could get away from ol’ Sid, did yah?!” rasped the rat, panting heavily from the intense pursuit. Sid’s warm rancid breath landed on Junior’s face as the rat dangled him in the air. The gaze of both Junior and Sid locked onto one another, their eyes burning with animosity toward the other.

Junior grunted as he strained to breath under the pressure of his neck.

Sid snorted. “You’re nearly as annoying as your old man was.”

Sid squinted his eyes as if studying Junior very closely. “You look a lot like your old man, you know that?”

As Sid continued to speak, Junior breathed heavily clawing weakly at Sid’s arm.

“I would go so far as to say you’re the splitting image of him.”

Junior rested his claws onto Sid’s hand as he felt his strength beginning to leave him.

A sinister smile returned to Sid’s face as he began to chuckle. “It’s gonna be like killing yer daddy all over again.”
At this statement, Junior mustered the strength to spit on the face of Sid in defiance. Seemingly ignoring him, Sid proceeded to dangle Junior over the edge of the limb as though preparing to drop him.

“Put down my boy, Sid!” interrupted a voice from behind.

Junior’s blurry vision temporarily focused to notice the large, muscular figure of his father standing behind. With his muscles flexed and cuffed fists, he had the look of an imposing beast towering over the smaller built Sid.

“Dad. . .” Junior weakly croaked.

Sid sighed as he glanced behind. “Well, this complicates things. . .”

“Liar. . .” Junior hissed.

****
Axl continued standing in place, as he watched his greatest treasure being threatened before his very eyes. Sid appeared to be taunting him, occasionally draping Junior over the edge of the limb, retracting him.

“Oooh, I’m really enjoying this,” cackled Sid. “I’ve completely got you by the balls now, ‘daddy lizard!’ All I have to do is merely release my grip on Axl Junior here to inflict the worst pain imaginable on you! I now hold all the cards!”

Axl growled, flicking his tail back and forth. “You want an incentive not to drop him? Fine! I’ll give yah one! If you drop him, I won’t just kill you! I’ll bust you up so bad, that you’ll spend the rest of your bedridden life wishing you were dead!”

Sid chuckled, shaking his head, in disbelief. “Alright, daddy lizard! Bring it on!”

Axl gasped as he lunged forward. “NO!”

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Description
Through quick glances over his shoulder while continuing to climb, Junior captured the scene of his wounded friend below. Despite the tumble, the rat still appeared relatively unfazed, as he shoved off the injured body of Crusher. The sacrificial stunt, appeared to have only delayed the progress of Sid, as the rat again, returned to climbing the rigging, albeit a bit slower, from the new injuries brought on by the impact of Crusher’s falling body.

Once having reached the second level of the treehouse fortress, Junior slumped over his knees, in exhaustion, quickly panting. “C’mon, Junior!” spoke Lizzie who had already partially climbed the next rung of rigging leading to the final upper level. “We’ve got to keep climbing!”

Junior knew that while Lizzie’s advice was a good course of action, short term, climbing to the final level would only leave them to be cornered on a small circular wooden deck with nowhere else to go. It was merely a temporary solution to a situation that was becoming most dire by the second.

It was then it occurred to him that the only permanent solution was to stay and fight, man to man! This was what his father would do!

Junior’s gaze turned toward Crusher’s wooden baseball bat laying on the floor. Snatching it into his grip, Junior took a few practice swings just as he did when going up to bat, while playing with the neighborhood children and adults.
Sid lunged onto the deck as he crawled from the rigging.

The rat’s figure towered over Junior as he assumed his batter’s stance, flicking his tongue.
Sid mischievously chuckled as he observed Junior’s fierce demeanor. “Watcha gonna do with that, bat boy?”

“Why don’t cha come over here and find out?” hissed Junior. “Or are yah too chicken?”

Sid released a low growl as he began inching forward fists raised. “Put down the bat, boy,” he ordered in an icy tone.
Junior began swinging the bat back and forth, in his efforts to keep the rat at a distance. Between every ‘woosh’ of his swings, Sid would inch forward only to defensively retract, with Junior’s bat barely missing contact every time.

This went on, until Sid began to ever so slightly back away, while Junior remained on the offensive. Junior quickly felt himself becoming weary and disoriented from his constant swings of aggression until Sid inevitably managed to grab the end of the bat.

Liz leaped down from above holding one of Crusher’s cans of silly string.

“Hey, mister rat! How do yah like this?”

Sid spat and clawed as the colorful string covered the entire front of his face. Junior gritted his teeth as he took advantage of Lizzie’s distraction whacking Sid hard in the chest, driving the rat to bend over.

“Ohhh!”

Junior whacked Sid again, this time breaking his bat on contact. Sid collapsed to the ground laying on his side as he struggled to wipe the silly string from his face. Nevertheless, this again seemed to merely slow the pursuit of Sid as the rodent gangster dizzily rose to his feet.

“You need to go!” Lizzie intently spoke to Junior.

Junior nodded, his eyes scanning the surroundings, as he desperately sought a means of escape. His inferior size, and lack of a weapon left him with no chance in a fight. His only option now was to flee. But rather than climb to the final level of the fortress where he would inevitably be cornered, his best bet would be to use the endless large branches of the tree as his means of escape. Despite having Clawfang Fortress crafted within the tree, Junior, Crusher, and Jaws were used to the branches serving as a jungle gym wonderland with them often venturing well beyond the Crossbone construction.

Junior dashed toward the edge of the deck, leaping over the railing to land on the large log sized limb below. His toe and clawed hands dug into the wood as he landed.

“What, the. . .” he heard Sid exclaim in confusion. Junior scrambled to his feet and began running along the limb.
Hearing a loud thud on the branch from behind, Junior knew Sid had continued to give chase.

Sid may have been the one with the longer legs, but Junior knew like all reptilian boys, born on the bayou, he was no stranger to scaling trees at dangerous heights. It would only be a matter of him keeping his pace up, until having lost the rodent among the trees. As the current limb he was running along shrunk in size while nearing it’s end, Junior leaped to grab onto a slightly higher limb. Junior grunted as he struggled to pull himself up. His worst fears were realized when one of the branches he was using to pull himself up cracked upon thrusting himself forward, snapped under his weight. Junior gasped as the other limbs cracked under his attempts at gripping them. Junior grunted as he landed hard on his back.

“Augh!”

He barely had time to exhale when he felt himself being yanked up by the spiked collar.

“Thought you could get away from ol’ Sid, did yah?!” rasped the rat, panting heavily from the intense pursuit. Sid’s warm rancid breath landed on Junior’s face as the rat dangled him in the air. The gaze of both Junior and Sid locked onto one another, their eyes burning with animosity toward the other.

Junior grunted as he strained to breath under the pressure of his neck.

Sid snorted. “You’re nearly as annoying as your old man was.”

Sid squinted his eyes as if studying Junior very closely. “You look a lot like your old man, you know that?”

As Sid continued to speak, Junior breathed heavily clawing weakly at Sid’s arm.

“I would go so far as to say you’re the splitting image of him.”

Junior rested his claws onto Sid’s hand as he felt his strength beginning to leave him.

A sinister smile returned to Sid’s face as he began to chuckle. “It’s gonna be like killing yer daddy all over again.”
At this statement, Junior mustered the strength to spit on the face of Sid in defiance. Seemingly ignoring him, Sid proceeded to dangle Junior over the edge of the limb as though preparing to drop him.

“Put down my boy, Sid!” interrupted a voice from behind.

Junior’s blurry vision temporarily focused to notice the large, muscular figure of his father standing behind. With his muscles flexed and cuffed fists, he had the look of an imposing beast towering over the smaller built Sid.

“Dad. . .” Junior weakly croaked.

Sid sighed as he glanced behind. “Well, this complicates things. . .”

“Liar. . .” Junior hissed.

****
Axl continued standing in place, as he watched his greatest treasure being threatened before his very eyes. Sid appeared to be taunting him, occasionally draping Junior over the edge of the limb, retracting him.

“Oooh, I’m really enjoying this,” cackled Sid. “I’ve completely got you by the balls now, ‘daddy lizard!’ All I have to do is merely release my grip on Axl Junior here to inflict the worst pain imaginable on you! I now hold all the cards!”

Axl growled, flicking his tail back and forth. “You want an incentive not to drop him? Fine! I’ll give yah one! If you drop him, I won’t just kill you! I’ll bust you up so bad, that you’ll spend the rest of your bedridden life wishing you were dead!”

Sid chuckled, shaking his head, in disbelief. “Alright, daddy lizard! Bring it on!”

Axl gasped as he lunged forward. “NO!”

Illustration by Randomthewolfskie

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Nightriders: Revenge of the Sewer Rats Part 22

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Nightriders: Revenge of the Sewer Rats Part 1