Note: All the puns and brands and everything in the story are made up by ME. Any real life entities related to such in this story, are purely coincidental. Thank you.
In association with Wizardgk,
A story written and produced by Anshul:
TITLE: A FUR-RAISING STORY.
CHAPTER SIX: EPILOGUE
“Enemies” Nala confirmed.
“Let’s take them down then!” Suzy said.
They swiftly moved down the building and into the dark alleyway. They took down the first two enemies. The rest of the gang then sensed that there was something wrong. They started getting hyper and pushing dustbins over and going haywire.
“Show yourself!” A very familiar voice spoke. Familiar. Nala stopped dead in her tracks. Suzy was paralysed, too.
“P-Peter?” Suzy spoke out loud, in terror.
“Yeah, me! P-p-p-Peter! Surprised? Well, you BETTER be!”
“Not only him – The others too.” Nala softly spoke. It was like a flashback of the day when Nala found out about Gata’s evil plans. There was a group of four people that he saw. Those people were in the alleyway.
“Peter – why? Why hang out with the group that tried to fool us into bringing food for them. Why hang out with the group that wiped Tail-Ville off the map?”
“Because, Nala. Because I hated that place. I hated the ambiance. I hated- that Ginger” Peter spat.
“You dare talk about Franklin that way!” Suzy shouted.
“I never went to wash my sins in the River of Forgiveness. I never became a monk. I became- a criminal. Because that is what I want to do with my life, Nala. Are you going to stop me ? Just as you are living the life, crime fighter. Fine, go ahead and kill me. I still win. I still lived the life I wanted to. Shoot me, already.”
“No, Peter. That isn’t my job.”
Sirens wailed in the distance. It was Nala’s plan. It is what she does before taking criminals down. She calls the police. The police take twenty minutes to reach a crime spot, enough time for Nala to incapacitate the enemies.
“You did not!” Peter shouted. He started running. The police reached in no time. They chased Peter through the streets. Nala heard the sirens till it was inaudible.
Nala woke up at the break of dawn. She walked around the buildings, hopping from building to building. It wasn’t until noon that she returned to her building rooftop. Suzy read the news.
“Highly Feared Criminal Named Peter Shot Dead” Suzy quoted the headlines.
“Interesting. So the police shot him” Nala mewed.
“Nah, they blame it on us. You know how they found us once or twice in the shadows, and the news made a big deal about it but readers didn’t really care, so they moved on? Now they blame us for killing Peter, even though the police must have shot him.”
“Oh wow. Brilliant. God, the news should take a break from writing nonsense.”
“Well, it is all a part of the vigilantism process, right?” Suzy enthusiastically said.
“Sure” Nala replied.
So, the duo kept crime fighting until a day when Suzy was shot by the police at the age of seventy seven.
Nala then stopped her crime fighting life and as much as she resented it, she took a pilgrimage to the River of Forgiveness where she became a monk for the rest of her life. She started to love their teachings and she then became a spiritual person. Nala died a peaceful death at the old age of ninety eight. The monks were indeed glad that after all that she experienced, all the sorrow she faced, her story finally came to an end.
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