The Crooked Blade Ch-7

           Klyde felt very awkard standing in the same damaged room as the one 'hoodian he really didn't want to be alone with. Klayton stared at Klyde out of the corner of his eye, and then looked away in thought, wearing a glum and angry expression. Klyde flinched, let out a nervouse cough and rubbed the back of his neck "K-Klayton... what.. why are you...?" he said trying to find the words while an uneasy feeling began to settle upon the builder's shoulders. Klayton clenched his fists and narrowed his eyes "Those things... those creatures... they did harm to her..." he growled with venom rising in his deep voice.

           "W-well... weasels aren't very fr-... friendly monsters but... Mongoose... isn't a creature. She's a 'hoodian... just like me... and you... and Kat..." Klyde informed intimidates by Klayton's anger. Suddenly Klayton shot up and grabbed Klyde by the collar of his shirt, the enraged 'hoodian towered over Klyde as he stared him straight in the eyes. "Don't you dare compare me or her to that thing! It isn't a 'hoodian! You must've fell pretty hard on your head!" Klayton spat sending an ice cold glare at the already frightened builder. Klyde was speechless when Klayton dropped him onto the rubble filled floor of the Explosive shack, landing with a thud. Klayton looked around and picked up his crooked red blade "I'll protect her... just you see! I'll slay any beast on the Neverhood so that she can be safe! I'll slay all the filthy beasts that dare set foot here! Even that thing!" he vowed flexing his one set of claws in determination.

           "B-b-but... Kat... doesn't even like y-"

           Klayton glanced back at Klyde whom was still on the floor "Where is she?" he demanded quickly. Klyde was taken aback by the sudden question "Wh-who?" Klyde asked realizing how stupid his question sounded. Klayton squatted down to Klyde's level, sending the cold glare yet again at Klyde "Don't play dumb with me! Kat! Where is she?" he repeated. Klyde shrunk back "Sh-she's... she's probably still n-near the Radio Station... b-but I highly doubt she'll talk to you since her friend is in suc-"

            Klayton interuppted Klyde again by taking him by the collar of his shirt again and lifting him up to his feet. "Take me there... now." he ordered. Klyde's eyes widened "I-I...I... can't... I have to... repair the shack..." Klyde said pointing to the damages the weasel left over. The truth was that Klyde didn't want to make Kat angry with the appearence of the one 'hoodian she seemed to be hating right now. "What's near the Radio Station....?" Klayton asked curiously. Surprised by the different question "Uh... umm there's a drain... and a putput car.... then inside the Radio Station is the Chemical Labs where Kork works-"

            "Kork? The 'hoodian who helps those wounded?" Klayton asked quickly. Klyde shrank back again "Yes.... wait why do you want to know?" Klyde asked worried. Klayton didn't respond, instead he turned around and the sound of his compartment opening made Klyde curiouse. "K-... Klayton?" he asked meekly. Klayton spun around, hands behind his back. "I'm so sorry that I've acted like such a... horrible oaf," he said and extended out his hand (not the one with the claws) "please... let's shake..." Klayton informed with a seemingly sad voice. Klyde eyed the hand and hesitated before grabbing it for the hand shake, and then it hit him.

            "Wait... what's behind his...!"

            Klayton pulled Klyde twoards him and a quick sharp pain shot through his shoulder. "Oh... it seems you've hurten yourself... looks like you'll have to go get that looked at..." Klayton said cooly as Klyde's eyes widened in shock as he looked at the purple dagger handle embeded in his body.