Board Thread:Short Stories/@comment-26178112-20151008035755

'alex sat alone in the hospital room, looking left and right for that traitor Robin... as he did he realized he had a meeting tonight... a meeting with someone he hadnt met in a while... '

'cor, neutra, and ira... his old friends... they only appeared when something serious was going on, and this was no exception. '

'the story of how he met these two was simple, his father had angered the wrong crowd, and decided it would be best if he was no where near him. so he sent alex over to his friend, a bird like faunus named "neutra". alex couldnt really remember the real name, but he called him that for a reason, he looked at both sides in everything, in a way one would consider completely, compulsively neutral.. cor and ira? they were two other faunus friends of him, one more feline, the other, cor, a bit more like a goat. cor was kind, helpful, and rational. which is why alex named her that, ira was tough, competitive, and vengeful, so thats where his name came from.'

'after that horrid day when a few anti-faunus supremists decided to target their apartment complex. all 3 of them died... but their personalites had such a harsh impact on alex that they stuck with him, helping him think in very serious times, times like these..'

ira was the first to speak...

ira:"you need to kill her, you hear me? you have to. its the only way to protect the little owl, and after all robin has done, her betrayal.. it has to be done."

cor spoke up against this.

cor:"lets not be hasty on this, she was your friend, remember, alex? she can be reasoned with, when she arrives, ask her to talk. maybe you can turn her aroun-"

ira:" COME ON! you think she's gonna listen to that? she's flown over the damn cookoo's nest, she's just gonna blast you and walk away with timber, just SHOOT HER!"

timber stirred..

'alex got up and checked on her, she was okay.. he sat back down to continue the conversation.'

'cor: listen, it may not work. but you have to trust me.'

ira: and you have to trust me, too.

'neutra was always the quiet sort, he was the last to speak in all 3 meetings they have had. his say so marked the end of a meeting.'

'neutra: both sides have spoken, but it is your choice to see one or the other come to fruition. be wize with this choice, alex. your life and hers depends on it..'

something hit the window, and the meeting came to a close immediately. 