Due to the strong encouragement of Ryan Carlile, I have decided to continue my "Perla Vardo" short story series. Maybe explore a few things that I missed the first time around. This continues where "The Forgotten Toy" left off.
Energy coursed through Perla's veins (figuratively, of course) . A side of him that had lain dormant for oh so many years, awakened. Usually, Perla was a mischievous, but good natured toy. But now, it was like he was a different person. He didn't feel different, but he was suddenly capable of so much more. Now, he was malevolent. Everyone had seen it coming except for one individual; the person who needed to know it the most; Perla.
A terrible laugh, echoing from the deepest depths of his soul erupted. It was a hard laugh, not filled with hate necessarily, but with the ever possible ability to do harm, and the wish to do so. Perla was suddenly quieted when a fierce karate chop to his neck forced him to enter the world of unconsciousness. Tu the teddy bear stood over Perla's limp body, a grim expression on his face, looking as ragged and frail as ever.
"We have to get out of here" Tu hurriedly told the other toys behind him. "Our house is no longer safe for us. Nay, not a speck of dust on the entire Earth is really safe. But, we must find a place to recuperate for now. Let us be on our way. Can someone take care of poor Perla?". Two tin soldiers, working in tandem managed to pick up Perla, and carry him alongside the group.
Tu had quickly been given the mantle of leader. Although he was always thought to be good for only little bits of wisdom (and that was only when he managed to muster enough energy to speak), he now looked as spry as a teddy half his age (which still would be pretty old). He also now had a commanding air to him that wasn't there before.
Rain gushed from the heavens, but even it's torrent of liquid could not stop the spread of the awful flames. The toys were absolutely miserable; some of the toys that had metal body parts were dreadfully sure that they were going to rust. "If the flames didn't get burn them to death, then a flood would surely sweep them away" they joked, desperately trying anything that might boost moral, and keep hope alive.
Perla awoke in a cave. He probably would have exclaimed something that would express his confusion at the new turn events, but he had an awful headache, and he couldn't even sit up. "Relax, don't exert yourself. You've been through a lot" Rutherford the sock monkey (and resident doctor) quietly whispered. Perla was surprisingly calm. None of the tension, or malicious joy, from the previous night existed. He was back to his old self. He barely managed to consider this, when he went back to a restful sleep.
He was awoken once again by sound of loud arguing.
"Don't give me that rubbish! I want to see Perla now!"
"I can't! He is sleeping, just let him rest a short while longer."
"Let me through Rutherford! Or it will be your neck!"
"Tu told me to take care of Perla, and that is what I intend to do. And please lower your voice down, alright?"
"What is it?" said Perla weakly, by force of habit trying to garner attention. "See! He is awake." said the intruder. "Now please let me through!". At this point, Perla saw a very angry stuffed rabbit named Lucy...
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