Twist screamed, and felt an excruciating pain in her cheek. ‘Right next to my bad eye too...’ She thaught. Streak gasped, unable to help... right? Twist fell to the floor in shock, and put her paw up to feel her cheek. It burned, so she pulled it away almost instantly. A figure loomed over her, grinning, but just as they were about to claw her again, Streak jumped at them. ‘DON’T TOUCH HER!’ He snarled, and began rolling around on the floor with this... thing. It burned him with an icy sting, but he kept his grip firm. He would NOT let it hurt her more. He growled, and the figure stared at him. Cold, empty dull eyes that made Streak shiver... but then it dissapeared. Everywhere was silent, apart from Streak’s heavy breathing. There was nothing from Twist. ‘T...Twist?’ He asked. ‘A...are y-you....okay?’ No reply. He caught his breath and turned to look at her. She had passed out, her face covered by her hair. But in one paw she was holding something... he looked at it. The key.

He stared for a while at it, and then Twist stirred. ‘Got it...’ she mumbled. ‘You okay?’ ‘Yeah....’ ‘Thanks... think ya helped me a bit...’ she sat up. The scratch was still fresh on her cheek, and a bright bluish-green. Not her flesh colour, or blood. ‘S’fine...’ he noticed it, but Twist seemed fine, so he said nothing. She grinned at him. ‘Open the chest?’ ‘Hell yeah.’

okAy :D

Hang on, could the cut be poisoned or something? And that’s why it’s a weird colour? :D

hEr bLooD pUrPlE- But p l e a s e? I love aBusing her-

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