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“OH MY GOSH!”
Grian is bent over and crying from laughing, the sound of his giggles bouncing off the walls. Lizzie was grinning evilly while she too chortled along, wiping away tears threatening to push past her eyelashes and break away.
Much to his dismay, Jimmy sat at the end of the table, jaw slack but quickly clamping shut in frustration with fists balled in anger and slammed onto the table and a mildly morbid expression on his face.
Grian, Jimmy and Lizzie had gathered up to their small dining table earlier that evening for their usual Friday board game night. They had all decided for their form of torment that night to be a long game of monopoly.
It had been going pretty smooth sailing until jimmy had gone to jail and had no luck at trying to get out. But once he was finally free he proceeded to land on Lizzie and Grian’s property nearly every turn till his ultimate demise of bankruptcy.
Which is where they are now!
“That's no fair!” Jimmy weakly argued, waving an accusatory hand to the messed-up monopoly board. His wings drooped with annoyance, and he moped like a little kid throwing a tantrum.
“Alright- alright- I think that's where we end it then.” Lizzie huffed out, still slightly laughing but regaining her composure. Grian was very much also in the same state as lizzie as he heaved out a shuddering breath and swiped away tears.
“It's okay, Tim. Maybeeee… next time?” Grian tried to reply hopefully and offering Jimmy a wobbly but empathetic smile as he cleared his throat and help lizzie pack up the remains of what was left of the board game.
Jimmy watched with a frown as Grian and Lizzie started idly chatting (or maybe arguing, Jimmy wasn't sure but he didn't really care about who had the most monopoly pieces when he shoved back his seat from the table with an obnoxiously loud grinding noise before pushing his chair back in and exiting the room with a final wave to the other two.
Jimmy wandered back to his room, the weight of losing finally easing off his shoulders enough to let out a little chuckle about it. He had been doing pretty fine at first but for some reason he still lost, it was like a curse!
Maybe next Friday Jimmy would get to pick something else.
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There was no next Friday.
Jimmy was startled awake from his sleep that night by a crashing thud coming from outside. Sounds of unfamiliar voices yelling commands to each other and a distant scream from Lizzie caused Jimmy to jump out of bed and slam open his door.
The scene that greeted Jimmy was nothing short of unpleasant. There were masked men in bright white hazmat suits parading around his house. Some of them had weird fancy torch guns and were lighting the very flammable house on fire. Lizzie was now in her bird form, her pink and white canary wings flapping rapidly as she zipped around the house away from the reach of the new arrivals. Grian was nowhere to be seen but a panicked parrot squawk could be heard from the next room over.
A raider (maybe a general or one of the people in charge, Jimmy had assumed from the red hazmat suit the person was wearing) spotted a scared jimmy cowering at his doorway. A flock of them split apart and the red suit person stormed towards Jimmy with a crazed cackle. Jimmy took a wobbly step back as one of the malicious trespassers brandished their torch gun and flashed a little warning flame.
Jimmy gasped and stumbled back, falling to his bottom and hurriedly shuffling to the wall behind him. Adrenaline pumped through his veins and sweat ran down his forehead from the heat of the burning house. Smoke was clouding his thoughts and making the shocked canary sputter.
One person from the back of the little group had stepped out and tried to lunge at Jimmy, thankfully enough, Jimmy’s reflexes kicked in through his panicked haze and rolled out of the way and transformed into his canary form without a second thought. He tweeted with urgency as he flew over their heads (and just narrowly avoiding flames licking at his little claws) and towards Lizzie who was currently in human form now and fighting back but she was losing strength at a rapid speed and slowly being pushed back into a corner in the opposite side of the room.
“LIZ!” Jimmy tried to scream out over the roar of fire and the loud voices. Jimmy flew over their heads and turned human right in front of Lizzie, causing a couple of them in the front to flinch back before throwing themselves at the two of them. trying to pry the multiple pairs of hands off his precious sister. He grunted and kicked out behind him, knocking someone who was trying to restrain him back.
Grian was struggling against his captives' tight grip as he was dragged out from the other room and past Lizzie and Jim. He thrashed and blared his teeth at them, his wings flapping wildly and shoving people away.
Jimmy had focused on Grian for a second too long and learnt his lesson quickly to not get distracted because he was thrown to the ground harshly. He let out a grunt as his arms caught the ground in front of him. White suited people towered over him when he had rolled to face up and lean back on his arms, all forming a circle around the canary, blocking off any chance of escape, and pulling him to his feet as they held his arms and wings roughly.
Jimmy tried to call out to Lizzie, who was currently being detained, but he was cut off by a hard object colliding with the back of his head and succeeding in making his vision swim violently. The last thing he saw before his vision went completely dark was a little logo on the back of someone’s suit.
It was an axe with the letters RW Co. in front of the tool.
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