Timon didn’t know what had happened. One minute he was running, the next he was on the ground. He remembered being shocked a second time, screaming out pain, then after that he couldn’t move. Regardless how many times he tried, he could not lift his arms, his legs, anything. His body twitched perpetually; shocked by the electric current that had stricken him. It had left a painful sting that traveled down his body with each twitch it made.
Now he was helpless. He had lost their little game. And now, now he had to pay.
Out of ideas, and options, he watched Larxene approach him. He pleaded for his legs to move, but they shared no sympathy. All he could do was watch her. His eyes begged her to stop as his lips trembled in fear. He didn’t want to die, not like this. He wanted to go home, he wanted to see his friends again, his family. It had been years since he’d left the colony, years since he’d seen them. He missed his mother, father, even Max. He missed his mother’s arms around him, her kind words and comforting thoughts. She had always praised him, even when he knew he knew he hadn’t deserved it. He knew why she did it though. He knew why she’d done everything. When you had a kid of your own, you knew.
He knew he had never been perfect, his father and uncle had always pointed that out. At least, while they could. He couldn’t deny it either. His world had never sparked much interest to him. Living in the ground, lower than dirt itself, it was demeaning. A meerkat’s life was drab as it got. Then again, he always had been a lousy meerkat. He was a pathetic digger, a terrible sentry scout… He caused more problems with his presence alone than anything else. He let everyone down.
Running away changed things though. It was a good idea at the time – actually, it was a good idea for a long time. If he ran away, if he forgot it, he thought he could escape it. The past wouldn’t be as painful if it was forgotten, left behind. Of course, one never could run forever. The past had its ways of finding you, and it had definitely found Timon, even in Paixao.
Memories began to play in his head as tears rolled down his cheeks. He was convinced this was the end.
“P-please.” The meerkat began, struggling to speak. “Please, don’t kill me. I’ll do anything… Anything!”
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Now he was helpless. He had lost their little game. And now, now he had to pay.
Out of ideas, and options, he watched Larxene approach him. He pleaded for his legs to move, but they shared no sympathy. All he could do was watch her. His eyes begged her to stop as his lips trembled in fear. He didn’t want to die, not like this. He wanted to go home, he wanted to see his friends again, his family. It had been years since he’d left the colony, years since he’d seen them. He missed his mother, father, even Max. He missed his mother’s arms around him, her kind words and comforting thoughts. She had always praised him, even when he knew he knew he hadn’t deserved it. He knew why she did it though. He knew why she’d done everything. When you had a kid of your own, you knew.
He knew he had never been perfect, his father and uncle had always pointed that out. At least, while they could. He couldn’t deny it either. His world had never sparked much interest to him. Living in the ground, lower than dirt itself, it was demeaning. A meerkat’s life was drab as it got. Then again, he always had been a lousy meerkat. He was a pathetic digger, a terrible sentry scout… He caused more problems with his presence alone than anything else. He let everyone down.
Running away changed things though. It was a good idea at the time – actually, it was a good idea for a long time. If he ran away, if he forgot it, he thought he could escape it. The past wouldn’t be as painful if it was forgotten, left behind. Of course, one never could run forever. The past had its ways of finding you, and it had definitely found Timon, even in Paixao.
Memories began to play in his head as tears rolled down his cheeks. He was convinced this was the end.
“P-please.” The meerkat began, struggling to speak. “Please, don’t kill me. I’ll do anything… Anything!”