Chapter Six
Kermit started to walk towards Eli, but Eli clenched his hand even tighter.
"Un...Unc...KERMIT!!" Robin squealed, pushing upon Eli's clawed hands, struggling to get out of his grip.
"I've already taken his life once before, Kermit..." Eli smirked, tightening his hold once more, his claws slowly sinking into the small frogs body. "Back away....or I will make sure he never comes back this time..."
Kermit could only watch, to terrifed to move, seeing his little nephew struggling in that demon's grip. He remembered....that shadow.....
"You....you did that to Deadly....didn't you?" He choked out, watching Eli's face.
Eli laughed out loud, his fangs showing black blood streaked across them. He was so happy just then. Torturing the boy's friends...and taking a soul in the process.
This day couldn't get any better, he thought.
Piggy growled, and ran over to him, her fist connecting with his face. She reared her hand back again, and Eli lashed out with his free hand, grabbing her by her ear. He dragged her onto the floor beside him, and whispered to her.
"Be careful pig....I'm in the mood for some bacon right about now...."
"BACON!?" She yelled, then she started punching him wildly, her ear still clenched in his hand.
A fight started to ensue, between Eli and Piggy; all the while, little Robin still in Eli's deadly grasp.
The little frog wondered if he'd get out alive. He wondered if he'd ever see the swamp again, or his parents....or even his Uncle Kermit....
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"Now you be good for your Uncle Kermit, Robin!" Jimmy, in his weathered, gravelly voice told Robin, as he held the tiny's frog's backpack in his hands. "And listen to what Wilson tells you okay?"
"Right Daddy!" Robin replied. He was only 3 years old, and Wilson was to drive him all the way to the Leland train station, and ride with him up to Hensonville.
Robin bounded into Wilson's truck, and as the two drove away, Robin already had started to miss his Dad.
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Robin's thoughts turned to what was happening in the present, his vision was slowly going black, he could feel his throat closing under Eli's weight.
'I just wish I could go back there someday....get see them all again....'
He closed his eyes, trying to forget the pain all throughout his tiny body.
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Eli let the small frog drop from his hand. Piggy had two fingers in his eyes, trying to gouge them out it seemed. She had karate chopped him numerous times, kicked him in his nether regions so many times Eli couldn't even feel them anymore...She had pulled his hair, and once even tried to choke him with her fist. Eli figured he swallowed her ring then. He bit on her hand, blood drawing forth.
"OH!!!" She scrambled back, holding her bitten hand, looking at it. Her glove had been bitten off, the top of her hand covered in her blood now. She kicked him in his chest, right where the knife wound was at.
Kermit didn't take notice of it. He only saw his nephew on his side, almost underneath the cabinet now. Kermit gently picked him up, and held him close. He was barely breathing now.
"Uncle Kermit..." Robin whispered softly, looking up at the older frog's face. Kermit softly patted him, shushing him.
"I love you Robin..." It was the only thing Kermit could say. Robin was barely hanging onto life as it was.
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Eli was on his side, bloodied, battered, and bruised. He was barely breathing as well. Piggy stood up, and spat on him; she walked over to Kermit and looked at little Robin.
"Is he going to be alright, Kermie??" She asked softly, looking quite worried.
"Hopefully...." He walked into the living room, and sat down on the couch, Robin still cradled against his chest.
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Scooter sat in his wheelchair, staring down at Eli. By then it was only him, and Eli in that room. His expression was of pure anger. He grabbed the counter, and stood shakily up out of his chair. He looked down at Eli again, frowning deeply.
"I cannot...I just can't believe you." He kicked Eli in the head while saying that.
"You....." He leaned down, and grabbed the demon by his shirtcollar, and hauled him up onto the countertop halfway. He glared into Eli's eyes, which were halfway closed. Scooter knew the demon was still alive.
Barely, but still alive.
"Before...I had one tiny scrap of pity for you. A small, microsopic scrap of pity." He got right in Eli's face then, one hand holding Eli, his other holding himself up by the countertop.
"You don't deserve to live anymore, Eli. You've done all the soul-collecting you'll do, ever." He clenched his hand around Eli's windpipe, gripping tightly.
Sadie walked into the kitchen, no emotion playing across her face. Her red hair draped over her eyes. She was looking down at the floor.
"Dear...he may deserve it.....but if you did this...." She let her sentence trail off, looking up at Scooter, who was still holding Eli by the throat.
Scooter was silent looking over at his mother. Eli was softly gagging in front of him.
"...you'd be no better then he is." She said that simply, walking back into the living room.
Scooter glared at Eli. Then he let him go, Eli falling into a heap of black clothing on the linoleum floor.
"You got lucky this time." Scooter sat back in the wheelchair, his eyes closing. He really shouldn't have done that, he thought. "I'll let Death deal with you. I'd hate to think what he will do with you..."
He left the room, the kitchen door swinging softly behind him. Eli stayed on that floor, in a small puddle of his own blood, his eyes blank. He was wondering what his Father would do to him....when he got there.