Survival

Death

I cried again because it was true. What had happened to the fearless Ariel? Where was she?

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'Hey little piggy,' a voice said mockingly and I recognized it to be Harry's.

'How are you? Did you miss me?' he asked. 'Of course you did.  Silly me,' he answered himself.

'Come in for a hug. Papa missed you too,' he advanced closer towards me with his arms wide open.

'Oh I forgot! You are all tied up,' he laughed maniacally and I could feel my blood boiling under my skin as I clenched and unclenched.

'Is the little piggy getting angry?' Harry asked with amusement laced in his voice.

'Let me tell you a story,' he said.

Once upon a time

There was a mother pig who three piglets and she had sent them off to live on their own. What a cruel mother she was. They met the old kind farmer sir who was kind enough to lend them materials to make their houses to hide from the big bad wolf.

Unfortunately, only one pig was able to have a house so his two brothers stayed there with him.

The big bad wolf stayed outside waiting patiently for when they would come out so he could eat them alive. His stomach grumbled at the thought of how the pork meat would taste.

Meanwhile the pigs skimmed of a way to get rid of the big bad wolf.

The pondered and pondered as their little innocent brains could allow until the third little pig had a brilliant idea.

'I have an idea,' he cried out and the Two little pigs looked at him expectantly.

'Tell us,' they begged. The little pig started to talk with all seriousness and happiness of being important.

'We kill the bad wolf,' he said and the two little pigs gasped in horror.

'If we kill the bad wolf, we become Bad Piggies and I don't wanna be bad,' he sobbed.

'Me neither,' said the second little pig going to hold the first little pig as they sobbed together.

The third little pig was sad that his brothers didn't understand him.

'Mother said we needed to be brave,' the first little pig started. He will kill us if we come out for food and if we don't come out, we will die of hunger.' he cried.

The two little pigs sobbed harder, they thought their brother had gone mad with a thirst for blood but they didn't understand that he only wanted to survive.

What they didn't know was that the Jungle had only one rule: to kill or to get killed, the survival of the fittest.

The third little pig was only starting to realize it and he knew that for them to be safe,  he had to kill the big bad wolf with or without his brothers help but there was only one tiny problem. He was only one little pig. What could he do against a big bad wolf.

His brilliant mind went to work. All his mother's teachings came to him. He plotted and planned until he found the best way to kill the big bad wolf.

He grew some poisonous pothos as a house plant and he got some knives and coated them with the poisonous liquid he got from the plant.  He was careful not to let it touch him because it could kill.

By tomorrow, he would face the wolf and kill him.

The next morning came and he armed himself in whatever protective clothing he could find and kept all the poisoned knifes in a pouch and slung it across his shoulders.

His hair on his chiny chin stood proudly on his set determined jaw.

'Don't go brother,' the two little pigs begged him with tears rolling down their cheeks wetting the hair on their chiny chin and making it curl in shame.

But the third little pig was not to be moved.  He could not leave his life in fear.

The second little pig aked him, 'if another threat were to come to us, would you kill it too?'

'I would do anything to keep us safe,' the third little pig said. And the second little pig looked away, something had definitely changed in his brother.

'Come on little brother, let him do what he thinks is right,' the little piggy said as he dragged the crying one away from him.

*no need for grotesque descriptions of the battle between the little pig and the habit bad wolf *

Hours later a sound on the door was heard. The two little pigs rushed  to the door peeking with their hearts in their mouths.

The third little pig was on the floor covered with blood and weak from his wounds.

'Did you...' the first little pig started unable to say the forbidden words and the third little pig nodded his head slightly.

'Come on now. Enough with the questions. Let's help him up,'said the second little pig and the third little pig looked at him with silent thanks in his eyes.

They patched him up that night but with evident fear in their eyes. That night he became a killer in their eyes but he also gained respect.

'The end' he ended.  'well at least for now.' he grinned.

'Dear dear Ariel, we leave you for how many months and you start doing drugs.  How disappointing,' Nathan takes as he came into view.

'I thought we taught you better than that but it seems we have to teach those bastards a lesson, don't we?' he grinned evilly.

'I think we do,' they all answered and dragged my soul deeper into the pits of despair as I pondered on what they might mean.

           
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A/N:  Hello Amigos. Sorry for the long wait.  I hope you enjoy this story. Love you guys and please do not forget to vote and share. Once more I love you guys. And I kinda went all out on the story ish... Sorry😅