MetalKitty steeled his nerves & approached the dark tall crow, who hoisted up Twisted like a sack of grain.
Tabbi had run to MetalKitty in tears & clung to him. If anyone could help her friend, it would be MK!
"Listen...sir… How about I trade what you got there for some smokes? So what do you say?" Metal holds up the smokes to the ScareCrow.
"...” ScareCrow just blew some smoke out & seemed to be patiently weighing the silence around him.
The silence was so heavy that Tabbi tightened her hold on the cat & after a hard swallow, she whispered "Mr. Metal... He's not saying anything... *whine*..." she cringed from the tall figure.
“Listen friend... I don't want any trouble.” MetalKitty looked directly into the ScareCrow’s eyes.
“... Well…" blows a long whisper of smoke, “Seems like son, that is exactly what you are asking meh for… even payin' it for.” He stares at Metal long & quiet. Then ScareCrow shifts the weight of the little demon on his shoulder a bit. “Do yah think that I some kind of church? That if you got that money, that you can save a soul?”
Tabbi turned to MK. He looks back with a helpless look.
“There was this soldier gal looking back at nothing. Death was breathin' down her neck. Now did this child call for help? Call for salvation? No… she dun nothing such. She lit up & in her last breath of tobacco. She just sang… none eva to hear her sing her song but she didz anyway. I guess now that she was left after all the spittin’ & fightin, we wouldz have thought she be right happy that since she was last drawing breath, that her side have won… now son… didja think she won, son?” Said the ScareCrow
MetalKitty with a gape shook his head.
“Nowz…why iz dat?”
“Cause she was alone… all alone. I guess…” MetalKitty said sadly… pitying the girl in the ScareCrow’s tale.
“Hmmm…. ain't dat dem ways anyways? Well she did win… she was left last. Just cause none was left to pin medals on her or shake her hand. She still won… even as she died in the rubble & blood… she won.”
Tabbi was on the verge of tears. MetalKitty swallowed hard & with stern eyes, he asked again, “So that’s why she sang? She sang cause she won?”
ScareCrow just looked at Metal through his goggles… “Do it matter?” as he dragged another puff & blew it out, “Naaaah... She sang mighty perdy though.” The ScareCrow shifts the weight of Twisted on his shoulder.
“Then why did she sing?” MetalKitty asked frustrated. Looking up at the ScareCrow sternly. “She was all ALONE! She had none left in whatever war she was in! That is a horrible end! Winning meant nothing! That is not WINNING! It’s…it’s just…SAD!”
ScareCrow took a last drag of his cigarette & then tossed the burning butt down. He turned & began walking away with TC on his shoulder. He was crossing the tall grass just before the woods.
Metal cried out, “WAIT! I’m sorry! I have smokes! I heard you take trades! Give me my friend & you can have it! ” MetalKitty grabbed Tabbi & started to run after ScareCrow through the field. In a whirl of a harsh breeze, ScareCrow stopped & like a repercussion, he sharply turned to face them. Though his posture looked relax, there was something dark rising from him.
It seemed that seconds became molasses. When finally ScareCrow spoke, “Nice of you to apologize but you got nuthin to ask forgiveness for… not by me at least. Anyway… I don’t smoke that brand.” He turned, “I smoke blacks…”
As he walked away, humming something to himself. Metal saw TwistedCupid’s upside face. Twin rivers of black tears. She then twitches a sad shaky grin. She waves her bound hands as they disappear into the dark woods.
Just something I did up with my two pals involved...