Six Feet Under

"Youga dare fight me?" The puppy was growling. Growling. At him. THAT would just not do. A very Stitch-like growl escaped the creature before he rushed at Wizzer, aiming to shove the puppy violently, but not into the pit. No, first he wanted the pup to suffer a bit for daring to stand up to him.

It didn't stand a chance. Surely it knew that.

"Youga not stand chance against meega!! Meega super-powered!! You nothing but pitiful Earth creature!" He advanced closer to the puppy, grinning. "But now youga die."

Wizzer couldn't believe how stupid he had become. It was one of those situations where he did a stupid action and regretted it 2 seconds later. He should of run. He should of Bolted the first second Leroy had been advancing toward him. That would of been the smart idea. Wizzer had no other choice now, he was gonna die. He yelps as he was shoved to the ground. Every part of his body hurt. Wizzer had brought this upon himself. He looked around trying to find something ANYTHING to distract Leroy just long enough to get himself away from here. Something that could distract him long enough so he could avoid this dangerous Predicament that he was now in. Wizzer whimpered sadly, and closed his eyes, silently praying for anyone or anything to help him.

"We're in this together now, Dani."

"Weren't we always...?"
Danielle gave Berlioz a weak smile. "You're my very best friend, Berlioz...Mmmmhmm." The guttermouth cocker girl had her life flash before her eyes when she fell. Everything, from her first Christmas with Mom and Dad to this war. And Berlioz took up a good chunk of it. She was grateful for that. Her ears shuddered as she heard Two-Tone moaning and howling.

"It's not FAIR! IT'S NOT FAIR!"

"Did Buster...try and save her?" Danielle asked weakly. Her vision had finally started to clear but she was nowhere near spunky again.

"Even more now," Berlioz promised, nudging his head under her chin affectionately. He may have lost almost everyone else he had cared deeply about - his parents to death, first Shani and now Nuka to betrayal - but if there was one person he absolutely refused to let be taken from him, it was Danielle. He wasn't sure quite when she had started to mean so much to him - in fact, there was the odd moment when he would privately swear that he felt more for her than just friendship - but nowadays, she meant just as much to him as his own life.

He glanced up as the other canine's wails reached them, but didn't make any move to step away from Danielle. He could see that a lioness had joined them down the pit, too - wasn't she Nuka's mate? Berlioz could hardly believe the feline he'd once called brother. It was true that at one time, he supposed he might have been able to find a way to dismiss Nuka's betrayal of Dotty on the grounds of her being a girl, but the charcoal feline had matured a lot since that point, and now the idea that the scrawny lion would do this to his own mate disgusted Berlioz. He didn't dwell on this, however, distracted as he was by Danielle's question.

"I don't know," he had to confess, accompanying the answer with a shrug of his shoulders, "I didn't see." Or, more truthfully, he hadn't been paying attention to Two-Tone's plight at all; Berlioz had been more concerned with making sure that Dani was alright to really give anything else much thought at the time.

An idea occurred to the little trog meanwhile.

He'd meant to charge at Wizzer and simply send him spiraling into the pit like everyone else .. but he wanted to toy with the little good-for-nothing, make him suffer. Make him suffer for so much as DARING to defy a clone of Leroy.

A devious grin appeared on his face before he loudly (and rather grossly) hocked up a wad of acidic saliva, which he then spat in Wizzer's direction. He hoped it would land on the pup and cause him severe pain or at least damage part of his body.

Marie watched the alien spit at Wizzer. Her nose crinkled in disgust. How drool. "Disgusting!" she muttered under her breath. "I thought at least some of these animals had class." she sniffed indifferently. 'I guess I was wrong about that.' she smoothed her fur, almost daring the alien to come after her next. but she was curious to see what the dog would do.

Although 627 despised the clone's presence, for he confused him so, he couldn't just sit back and watch all the fun go on without him. He ventured forth to see what all the commotion was about, purposefully going out of his way to ignore the clone, and blinked as he looked on. There was a great hole in the ground, and immediately the Experiment's mind went back to what had happened when Leroy and 323 had died. They'd been put in holes in the ground. The red-orange Experiment looked down into the hole and tilted his head to the side as big ears flopped a bit. Why were they throwing living creatures into the hole? Was it a game?

"TWO-TONE!"

627's head lifted and he looked Toulouse's way. The orange cat was one of the only remaining individuals outside of the hole, and he looked absolutely distressed by the fact that a spotted dog was down there. A devious smirk formed on 627's face. The cat wanted to go down there? He'd assist him.

In one swift movement, 627 grabbed Toulouse by the scruff of his neck and tossed the cat down into the hole as though he were nothing more than a ragdoll. When he saw Toulouse land at the bottom, somehow landing on his feet, a deep frown formed on his face. Why had he landed without getting hurt?

627 growled in frustration and kicked a rock aside. This wasn't as much fun as he'd thought it would be. Who else could they throw down there and see if they got any amusement out of?

"Oh Toulouse..."

Two-Tone fought off the surge of pain, the tears flowing down her muzzle and tried to raise up. He was okay! Thank goodness! Her anger flowing through her breast at that bastard Buster's inability to do anything, she moved towards the one creature who truly cared about her it seemed. Not her brothers. Not her former sort of-kind of-maybe boyfriend. But this orange fluff ball who'd landed on his feet like a cat should. Her shoulder and chest throbbing she tried to rise. "Toulouse..." She whimpered. Finally crawling over to him, she licked his shoulder carefully.

"I thought you'd be able to run away! Or maybe...I didn't! I dunno...I'm not okay. Or maybe I am. I am alive. But I hurt so bad!" She whimpered. Was she gonna survive?

Toulouse briefly shot a rueful look up at the creature who had thrown him. Dumb Experiment... He wished he could have clawed him before he got thrown down into the pit. It was only thanks to his cat reflexes that he was able to land without being hurt. Two-Tone, unfortunately, wasn't as lucky. Distress re-entered his green eyes as he took in the sound of Two-Tone's voice, and when she crawled over to him his ears fell back a bit. She was hurt. Why hadn't he been thrown in first? He could have tried to break her fall!

Toulouse let a soft purr rumble from within his throat in an effort to comfort her and touched his nose against her cheek. It wasn't fair... He should have been able to do something for her. All he could do was comfort her to the best of his ability and pray that he could do some good for her.

"Don't worry, Two-Tone. We're going to get out of here... Somehow. Then we can have Cody look you over and get you fixed up," he said. At least, he hoped that was something they could do. If they survived, the remnants of Scar's army surely wouldn't want them to die once they were out of the pit... Right?

Wizzer was beyond afraid now. He wanted to defend his sister but he had gotten himself in way too deep . Now, Wizzer was gonna die he was sure of this. He covers his eyes with his paws too afraid of look at what would happen next. And in a sort of way it was a good thing he did. Cause at that moment, because he was scared and covered his eyes the acid hit his paw instead of his face. It didn't make the intense burning and pain go away however.

Wizzer howled in agony and pain. This was the most pain he had ever felt before in his life. Wizzer began to scream and howl louder as the acid burned the flesh on his paw.

Marie flinched a bit at the sound of Wizzer's howling, just because this pup was going to show fear it didn't mean she was going to. Her blue eyes narrowed as she watched the pup howling in agony. It was pathetic. They were members of an army. She knew better than to show weakness to anyone, no matter who they were. It only gave them more power and made the other weak.

She unsheathed her claws, watching and waiting for what would happen next