After a few minutes, Torta’s eyes cleared. He saw Bagaruta standing in the middle of the field, cheered by her soldiers as she presented the blue five-star ball. “Have you located Dragon’s ship?” she asked.
“I have,” said a soldier.
“Then let’s all get back in the ship! We have a Dragon Ball to secure!”
Torta looked over at Dragon, bleeding into the dirt, and wanted so badly to crawl towards him. However, he felt a faint glimmer of chi from Dragon’s direction. Bagaruta and her soldiers had not yet noticed. Torta recalled her story about mistaking Dragon for dead, and that both Regal and Gaita had secured Dragon Balls. He gritted his teeth, knowing that pretending to be dead was his only chance at saving Dragon and thwarting the Saiyans. Shame washed over him as he lay there, waiting for the Saiyans to finish loading into their ship. All that work, all that optimism, all that camaraderie, represented in a promise that Torta failed to keep. Bagaruta trained to be the elite among transforming super soldiers, and added that transformative power to herself. Watching her follow her soldiers on the ship, Torta wondered if it would ever be possible to match that kind of power; he wasn’t even a match before she transformed.
Bagaruta stepped onto her ship after all her other soldiers got in and took one last look back, studying both Dragon and Torta. Torta kept as still as he could, suppressing his chi, and hoped that Dragon wouldn’t suddenly regain consciousness. With a satisfied grin, Bagaruta turned and entered the ship. It rose into the air and quickly shot into orbit.
Torta got up and rushed over to Dragon, keeping his chi suppressed. The wound in Dragon’s chest was severe, but it looked like it failed to pierce the center of his heart, which still beat faintly. His tenacious body and spirit refused to give up. Torta sighed with intense relief. He did what little first aid he knew, wrapping his shirt across Dragon’s chest, and then carried him back to the downed Saiyan fast attack vessel he and Dragon rode onto the planet. He searched it for whatever medical supplies were available and found a vaguely named “medical machine.” With the engine only partially functioning, it wasn’t operating at full capacity, but Torta put Dragon in it anyway and hoped for the best.
Going to the cockpit, Torta turned on the emergency beacon, looking to attract another Saiyan ship to hijack. The rest of the communications systems were damaged in the landing, so he was unable to tell any of his friends what had happened. In the meantime, Torta looked over his own injuries, and found he came out comparatively well, with a few broken bones and a little internal bleeding. Probably a few good reasons to take it easy, but instead he dedicated himself to training as much as he could. He had too many emotions to sit still for more than five minutes.
Three days later, Torta got a hit on the beacon, as a ship descended from above. Inside were three low-power Saiyans. Once it landed, a rescue worker emerged and approached. Torta rushed out and knocked the worker out and quickly disposed of the other two, throwing them to the dirt. He quickly transferred Dragon over to the rescue ship’s medical machine and wracked his brain for the tricks Dragon taught him for disabling tracking by the Saiyan Empire. It was up to him to get the ship moving, and he didn’t want them tracked again. Once he felt ready, Torta took the ship back into the air and headed towards his and Dragon’s previous ship.
Once there, Torta suited up and searched it, hoping that Bagaruta’s crew hadn’t busted things up much. Fortunately, he found his prize, the Devil’s Tincture, floating safely in an unharmed jar. Clearly, he and Dragon would both need a lot more of it in the days to come. Looking into the jar to see how much was left, Torta felt just how little confidence he had in his efforts, but he had no idea how else to move forward.
Torta looked for the nearest habitable planet, other than the one where he fought Bagaruta. He didn’t want to be running around or sitting still in space while Dragon was recovering, which he hoped would be much sooner in this new ship. He found a moon with green fields away from Saiyan colonies and made his way there.
Two weeks later, Dragon opened his eyes. He flailed for a moment in the medical machine fluid in confusion, then felt the scars on his chest and back. He tilted his head back and sighed into his breathing tube, so relieved and a little dumbfounded that for a second time, Bagaruta failed to kill him. Torta rushed into the ship, soaking in sweat, and immediately collapsed. Dragon laughed, watching Torta struggle back to his feet. Just as he expected, Torta had been training twice as hard since the last battle. Torta drained the medical machine and helped Dragon out of it before hugging him.
“It’s so good to see you up and at ‘em!” Torta said. “I’m sorry I couldn’t protect you. I should have been—”
“Hey, man, it’s cool!” said Dragon. “You saved me, in the end. I told you Bagaruta was bad news. And I also know how hard it must have been to play dead. Thanks, really. I take it she has the Dragon Ball?”
“Yeah, the one we were just chasing and the one we already had.”
“Yeah, that figures.” Dragon sighed. “Nothing else to do but figure out our next moves, right? Bagaruta failed to kill me twice. I’m feeling ready to gamble she can’t kill me at all.”
Hearing this, Torta felt hope swell in his heart again, though the way forward was still not clear. “I’ll get the others on the radio, then!” He and Dragon moved to the command seat, and Torta got the communicator connected to the Rainbow Stocking and the Silico Siblings’ ship. “Hey, everyone!”
“Hi!” said Puttee. “Good to hear from you!”
“Hello!” Gaita said.
“What is it?” asked Regal. Scallop hovered in the background.
“It looks like it’s time to meet up for our final trap,” said Dragon. “Where are you guys? What’s going on?”
“I just saved Scallop from a Namekian tribe,” said Regal. Scallop indignantly growled at Regal.
“I just got back from a raid,” said Gaita. “No new ball, unfortunately. But me and Puttee ran into Spats a few days ago!”
“She’s doing so well!” Puttee said.
Dragon looked at the radar screen. “That’s good,” said Torta. “Me and Dragon were nearly killed by a Saiyan officer, who stole our Dragon Balls.”
“And it looks like the outstanding five balls are collected in one place,” said Dragon. “We should definitely meet up and discuss our trap. Can you all come here?”
“Oh, crap!” said Puttee. “I hope you two are all right! We’ll head over right now!”
“I’ll be on my way,” said Regal.
“Good to hear,” said Dragon. “My plan is a basic ambush. Whoever comes to get our two balls, we overpower so we can hijack their ship and ride it to the enemy stronghold. Then we get our wish, any way we can. Puttee, can I trust you to disable the tracking nanites?”
“Ready to go when you are!” Puttee said.
“Great!” said Dragon. “So, come here, we’ll hash out the finer details, get our wish, and then scramble for survival.”
“See you soon!” Torta said. The group made their farewells and hung up. Torta turned to Dragon. “Are you ready to get back to training? After a couple weeks in sick bay, you have some catching up to do.”
Dragon chuckled. “You’re the one with catching up to do!” he said. “Saiyans get stronger after surviving near death experiences! I fully expect to be able to beat regular Bagaruta on my own now. That’s why I sound so calm, cuz I know I’m better than before.”
“Oh, and the Devil’s Tincture is a dumb-sounding legend,” Torta scoffed. “Get out here and put your money where your mouth is!”
Dragon chuckled again and followed Torta outside. In the clearing, the two took stances. Torta was still shaky from his workout, which he had started the previous night. Dragon was excited but unsure what his new abilities would be like. They charged in and started sparring. It began relatively even. With a smirk, Torta increased the pressure, and Dragon responded in kind. Back and forth, they kept landing harder and harder strikes on one another, until eventually they knocked each other back to the ground. They sat up and looked in each other’s eyes. Dragon breathed more heavily than Torta.
“What have you been up to?” Dragon asked with a smile.
“I doubled my dose of the Devil’s Tincture,” said Torta. “Two drops a day. Normal abnormal effort isn’t enough anymore.”
Dragon smiled. “I’m glad to see your attitude survived that fight!”
Within a couple days, Gaita and Puttee arrived planetside. Torta ran out to greet them. “Hey! Puttee! Gaita!” he called to them as the ship landed.
Puttee and Gaita ran out, in matching gym clothes. Torta was so much more relieved to see them alive than he expected. Gaita’s hair was black again, and shorter, but the bigger surprise was the machine-like “skin,” from her elbows and knees down. “Hey there!” Puttee greeted Torta, hugging him. “It’s so great to see you alive!”
Gaita hugged Torta from over Puttee, when it became clear Puttee wasn’t going to let go. “Hi, Torta!” she said.
Torta managed to separate from the hug. “What’s up with your skin there?” he asked Gaita.
“I could have given her human-like skin,” Puttee said.
“I like it this way,” said Gaita. “I was upgraded with Machine Mutant tech, and I wanted that to be visible.”
Regal and Scallop followed the next day. Somehow, Regal looked both tougher and more open. Scallop kept back while Regal reunited with her rivals and friends. “Looks like you haven’t stopped working, either,” said Regal, offering a hand for Torta to shake.
He did. “Of course not.” He glanced over at Scallop and her upturned antennae. “Can she be trusted?”
Regal laughed. “She can be handled, that reckless brat. No one is allowed to harm her.”
Gaita approached Scallop and offered a hand in greeting, which Scallop shyly took.
The collected group took their time planning out their strategy and training. The organic fighters all entered the gravity chamber with the Devil’s Tincture, and would donate energy blasts to Gaita’s reserve power on breaks. They figured that they would need to keep the commander of the hunters sent after them alive to guide them into enemy territory, and they would take separate routes once they got there, to better ensure they weren’t all captured.
Puttee kept her eyes glued to the radar, tracking the exact movements of the Dragon Balls. All five outstanding balls had stayed in one place since she turned her ship to this planet. The group expected enemy ships any minute. However, something surprising happened. The entire outstanding group headed their way, just a day after Regal arrived. “Come here!” Puttee called to her friends.
They gathered quickly enough and watched the signals move across the screen, towards their location. Scallop scoffed. “The enemy sure is reckless,” she said.
“No, this is bad news,” said Dragon. “Whoever this is, they’re doing this with incredible confidence. They have to be sending their greatest military power to get the wish directly, on this planet. This is the harder fight, coming right now!”
“In just a couple days,” Puttee specified. Everyone traded glances.
A couple days later, the enemy arrived. In the skies above them, a single-person craft descended, a ball-shaped vessel falling like a meteor. The chi within felt calm, and not at all overwhelming, but somehow intimidating. The door opened, and a Saiyan warrior emerged, his hair that of a Super Saiyan despite his placid demeanor. Looking around, this Saiyan found the Rainbow Stocking, its forcefield raised. With a smile, he raised a bag from his ship and poured five Dragon Balls on the grass. “The ants better scurry from their hills and put their cards on the table!” he called out.
Gaita emerged from behind a rock, calmly and smoothly. “Hi, I’m Gaita,” she introduced herself.
“My, how polite!” the Saiyan said. “I am Daikon, the Super Saiyan Emperor! Are your Dragon Balls behind that forcefield?”
“They are.” She took a stance. “But you won’t get them. I’ll be the spear to pierce your heart!”
Daikon laughed and slanted his stance. “I guess you want me to move. Then your friends will get my Dragon Balls. It’s pointless.” In an instant, he appeared beside Gaita and knocked her away. Gaita barely blocked in time. He chased after her and assaulted her wildly, attacking from all sides at once.
Suddenly, Daikon was knocked to the side, as Torta rushed into the fight. He continued to press the assault, driving a surprised Daikon back. The emperor squinted for a second. “You’re not fighting with just your strength, are you?” Daikon remarked. “I wonder how long you’ll last like that!”
Gaita stayed back, knowing she couldn’t keep up with the speed of that fight. Despite the combined power of three powerful allies, Torta found Daikon able to keep on his feet throughout the battle. Perhaps he had overpowered Daikon this way, but not by as much as he expected, and the emperor looked unworried regardless.
Daikon kept glancing over at Gaita, watching how she continued to shift towards a certain direction, and it wasn’t towards the Dragon Balls he left as bait. Torta, though surprisingly powerful in this state, was clearly struggling to withstand his own strength. A fight this tough and kids this smart made Daikon very happy. As Torta winced from the strain of his Dagwood, Daikon kicked him hard in the stomach, taking his breath. He then slammed him into the ground and rushed over towards the bushes Gaita was heading towards, causing her to panic and activate her forcefield, repelling Daikon. He wiped his mouth. “You children are being overzealous! I can easily outmaneuver your wall and kill the friends that Earthling is borrowing power from, before the Earthling can return that strength!”
Shocked that he figured it out so fast, Torta released his Dagwood, knowing he didn’t have the time needed to end Daikon before he gave out. A fast an easy victory would be out of the question. He looked to Gaita, and the two nodded. Torta rushed in at Daikon and pressed the best attack he could. Without the Dagwood power, fighting Daikon became an exercise in humility; none of his strikes hit Daikon, and he knew that they probably wouldn’t hurt him, either. Daikon’s Super Saiyan power did not feel like a transformative excess like the others he’d faced, but it did feel genuinely beyond any normal level of power.
While Daikon was having a laugh dodging everything Torta threw at him, he felt his back peppered by energy blasts. He turned to see Gaita firing at him, and he was confused as to why she had no chi while charging up an energy blast barrage. He held out his hand, three fingers extended, and charged a blast. “Rosemary!” he called, firing a powerful, concentrated energy wave. Torta was shocked by the sheer volume of power Daikon had charged into that beam in a split second; it was far more than Torta was capable of generating at full power.
Gaita held her hands in front of herself and absorbed the Rosemary completely. Daikon was shocked, and soon faced Gaita, who charged in with much more power than before. Torta took a step back to catch his breath while Gaita tore into the emperor. Daikon pieced together what was going on, and estimated that Gaita was fighting with more absorbed energy than she got from his one attack. Bursting with chi, Daikon rebuffed Gaita with a kiai. “You must have wanted to save this absorbed energy for later,” Daikon remarked. “Fighting robots like you aren’t as advanced anywhere I’ve seen. I assume your base energy generator is limitless?”
Gaita smiled. “You’re sharp. And correct. See your disadvantage?”
Daikon cracked his neck. “I’ll just have to get serious,” he said. Charging up to full power, he charged back in at Gaita and was able to overpower her. “Overwhelming force is an easy answer to come to with an enemy like you! It’s not like I can wait you out, like with that human’s odd technique!” Gaita was stunned to see Daikon still had so much strength in reserve; he wasn’t even trying until that moment.
Torta signaled to Regal, Dragon, and Scallop in the bushes. They came out. “We need to make an opening for Gaita,” Torta said. “She’s the only one who can generate the sheer force needed to hurt him!”
“We should just take the Dragon Balls now!” Scallop said.
Regal scoffed. “If Daikon’s still conscious enough to yell his wish or kill us as we run away, it won’t matter.”
Daikon checked a device on his arm while he held Gaita in a lock. He could see only one signal in the Rainbow Stocking, and another moving around him. Several blows landed on his back. Glancing over his shoulder, he saw Torta, Dragon, and two Namekians assaulting him. He glanced back at the screen and smiled. He released Gaita.
Gaita dropped back as her allies took over the battle. Torta took the lead while the entire group weaved around one another to keep Daikon occupied on all sides. Despite their best efforts, Daikon looked unfazed by their combined attack, able to keep up with all of them at once. Daikon sighed. “I’ll just end it all now, I think,” he said. With a burst of force, he knocked Scallop and Torta away. He turned his attention to Dragon. “I guess you prove that my theory on tail removal isn’t true, if Bagaruta failed to kill you twice!” Dragon charged up a Dragon’s Tail over his foot and threw it at Daikon’s head. Daikon simply caught the blade and repeatedly slammed Dragon into the ground with it.
Scallop rushed back in and attacked with far more confidence than anyone would have granted her in that situation. Daikon kept hitting her far away, but she flew back in for more each time. He laughed at her tenacity as he grabbed her throat. “I don’t give A’s for effort, slug!” he said. With a swift motion, he jabbed his hand through her gut and tossed her into the dirt.
Regal fired a full power Uriel into Daikon’s eyes, succeeding at catching him off guard. She kept the pressure up on him as best she could, knowing in her bones that the risk she was about to take was reckless. “I guess you must be Namek’s savior!” he remarked.
Regal charged all her chi and her very life energy into her fist. “Seraphim!” she called out loudly, hitting Daikon in the stomach with her literal life essence, the energy exploding through Daikon’s body on impact. He gasped and spat out blood. Woozy and holding onto a tiny sliver of power, Regal grabbed Daikon’s arms to restrain him. “End this now, Gaita!” she yelled.
Gaita was shocked. “I can’t! You—”
“Don’t argue! We have the Dragon Balls! Just end the fight!”
Gaita was still conflicted. Torta got up. “Do it,” he told her. “Regal has never suggested anything she’d regret.”
With a deep breath, Gaita charged up the most powerful energy beam she had ever generated, using months of stored energy and her own maximum rating. “Thigh-High,” she whispered sadly, releasing the beam to the heavens from her open palm. The Thigh-High burst upon impact, and both Regal and Daikon fell from the sky. Gaita choked on her tears as she watched Regal fall limply to the ground. Torta’s eyes teared up, and he placed a hand on her shoulder.
A menacing laugh broke their camaraderie. Daikon hopped back up and stretched his neck. He looked over to Regal. “Congratulations, Namekian!” he said. “I didn’t think you were capable of an attack like that, but it’s not nearly enough!” He then looked to Gaita. “A few months ago, I would have been worried about that attack. But you couldn’t pull another off if you wanted now, huh?” He stepped towards Regal.
Torta, furious that Regal’s sacrifice was for nothing, flew at Daikon. The Super Saiyan Emperor swatted him away, and then followed him to deliver a series of powerful strikes, driving Torta into the bedrock. He then continued making his way to Regal. Daikon picked Regal up by the head. “You sure are tough, to have survived all that,” he remarked. Drawing his hand back, he punched her hard in the gut, causing her to involuntarily vomit. “And I need you alive for this! Cutting apart a corpse just isn’t as satisfying to me!” He reached down to her vomit and removed the Dragon Ball Regal had swallowed a week before.
The malicious emperor finally turned his head towards the ship, where Puttee had emerged at the top of the entrance ramp. He held up Regal’s body. “I’ll kill her if you don’t release that forcefield!” he threatened.
“Never!” Puttee refused. “I can always bring back whoever you kill!”
Sighing, Daikon slammed Regal’s limp body into the rock. He walked over to Dragon and grabbed his throat. “Have you grown fonder of this charming freedom fighter?”
“I’ll never give it up!”
Daikon tossed Dragon over his shoulder and pointed at Scallop. “I’m guessing no one is that close to a turncoat demon.” He smiled as he stomped into Scallop’s back, just to relish the brutality. Puttee was past the breaking point, but held firm, knowing she had to.
Torta got up and used a Dagwood with what little energy he and his allies had left. He rushed in to fight the Super Saiyan. “It’s impressive you got this much strength out of half-dead weaklings!” Daikon said. With a chop across the back of his neck, Daikon knocked Torta out of the Dagwood. He grabbed Torta’s hair and held his spear hand in front of Torta’s chest. “Will he convince you to open up? Reviving a dead childhood friend probably feels hollow after you watch them die because of your own stubbornness.” Though Puttee was impressed by Daikon’s continued insight, and though she nearly pressed the release button upon seeing Torta helpless, she shook her head. Daikon moved his hand to Torta’s head and jabbed a finger through his left eye. “You sure?” Grimacing, Puttee kept shaking her head.
Gaita cried out in pain, as Daikon suddenly appeared behind her and struck her through the stomach. He smiled. “The forcefield generated from her center,” he remarked. “I hope this strike got rid of it.” He held up Puttee’s dear sister by the hair. “You think a magic dragon will consider her as alive as your organic friends?”
Puttee’s hands trembled, and tears ran down her face. She couldn’t lose her sister. “Let me go!” Gaita called out. “You can always rebuild me!”
Daikon laughed. “Yes, you might as well mass-produce this lifeless doll!”
“That’s not–!” Gaita started to say, but was interrupted as the forcefield around the Rainbow Stocking went down.
“You’re irreplaceable, Gaita,” Puttee said, tears streaming down her face.
Daikon smiled with all his teeth. Gaita sobbed in despair as she was dropped to the ground. Puttee fell to her knees, entirely powerless as Daikon walked right by her and retrieved the final Dragon Ball from the Rainbow Stocking. He looked at it, and the one he got from Regal, and laughed maniacally, knowing that eternal life and a never-ending empire were moments away from him.
Returning to his ship, Daikon placed the final two balls with the five his army fought and died for. The group of jewel-like spheres began to glow. “Shenron! I summon you from your slumber! Grant me my wish!” he called with expectant glee.
The light from the balls intensified, and the sky became pitch black above the clouds. Energy shot up from them, and it formed into the shape of a dragon, with large, bat-like wings, twin devil horns, a muscular body, and powerful legs above the infinitely-extending tail. “I will grant you any wish,” Shenron said. “Tell me now!”
Daikon could already feel his body change, he was so amped up about this moment. He opened his mouth to make his wish.
“BRING LEGGING BACK TO LIFE!” a voice suddenly yelled across the plain.
Shenron’s eyes glowed. “Your wish is granted,” he said. “Fare thee well!” He then turned back into light and receded into the balls. The Dragon Balls rose into the air and scattered across the stars as the sky returned to normal.
Daikon was aghast. Such massive amounts of effort, wasted. He searched across the landscape until he found the culprit. Puttee gasped upon seeing her. “Thanks for making a lifelong wish come true,” Spats said with a self-important giggle. “Guess I was right to follow the group of five to this moon.” She looked to her sister, and tears flooded her eyes. “We actually get to see her again!” Spats wiped a tear with her shaking finger. Puttee covered her mouth and sobbed.
With a blood-curdling howl of anger, Daikon rushed over and assaulted Spats with everything he had. He began cursing her violently. “How are you planning to repay me for what you’ve stolen?!” he asked. “You backwater wretch! I’ll go to your home and kill every last person, starting with this Legging person!”
Hearing that threat snapped Spats back into angry-mode. With a grunt, she turned her Safety Off and turned the heat up on Daikon. While at first she was not quite a match for him, Daikon was mortified to see her power grow exponentially, until she was able to easily turn the tables and dwarf his strength. Soon, he was barely able to keep up his guard against Spats.
Unimaginable pain tore through every cell of Spats’s body as she pounded Daikon as hard as she could. She had never known pain like that, and yet it paled in comparison to the anger she felt hearing Daikon promise to kill Legging. Her sisters’ lives, the lives of their friends, the lives of everyone on Earth were on the line, and though she cared about that, Spats didn’t need any righteous motivation to kill Daikon in that moment.
Daikon was pummeled like nothing he had ever experienced before. After all that training to unlock even greater power, he couldn’t stand the thought of losing. With a moment of focus, he charged up his chi and transformed, his hair becoming spikier and electricity bursting around his aura. “No one can win against power beyond the Super Saiyan plane!” he said angrily.
This sudden transformation did change the dynamics of the battle, and for a moment Daikon was back on an even footing. But as Spats struggled to stay conscious from all the fire in her nerves, she managed to laugh. “My power is limitless,” she struggled to say. “Yours is bounded by prideful haircuts! I will never lose to such a silly man!” She continued to increase in power, and soon not even Daikon’s new form was enough to keep pace. With a powerful kick to the head, Daikon was thrown across the field, knocked back into his normal state. Spats rushed over to him and charged up a massive energy bomb, smiling as she prepared to kill him. Daikon tasted true despair in that moment, as the unthinkable was about to happen.
The energy bomb did not fall. Soon, it fizzled out. Daikon looked up to see Spats unconscious, her eyes blank. A light breeze went past them, and she fell over. Daikon rushed to his feet and nudged her to see if she were conscious. There was no response. He heard no heartbeat in her chest. Daikon laughed and kicked Spats away from him. “Mock me, will you?!” he spat. “At least I’m not an idiot who would burn myself out on spite and anger!”
He walked back to his ship, entered, and rode it up into the sky. He looked down after gaining some altitude and saw the heroes beginning to stir, dumbfounded and grieving. With a laugh, he charged up a powerful energy bomb and threw it down at them before closing the door of his Attack Ball and racing back home.
The energy bomb fell slowly and detonated above the ground. The blast shook the entire planet, and left a massive crater hundreds of meters deep. The sound echoed around the world several times over, like the mother of all thunder. Dust filled the skies. Beneath this dust, in a peninsula jutting over the crater, was a patch of land protected from the blast by the Rainbow Stocking’s forcefield. Puttee sat there, numb, her hands having moved to activate the field’s widest radius on instinct. Her eyes were glued to the lifeless form of Spats in the distance.
Struggling to his feet, Torta looked across the battlefield. His eye moved from Gaita to Regal to Dragon to Scallop, and finally to Puttee. Though he was never sure they could win that fight, he was not prepared to feel that level of defeat. The throbbing in his eye was nothing compared to that. Scallop stirred, clutching her stomach, and began crawling towards Regal. Dragon rolled over and let the tears run down his face. He failed, and Daikon had somehow transcended Super Saiyan power. Torta kept staring at Puttee, and soon made his way over to Spats.
Spats indeed looked dead, and Torta felt no breath from her nose. He kept his finger on her neck, hoping to feel a faint pulse. Soon, Gaita appeared on Spats’s other side, and she began to perform CPR, sparks flying from her own stomach wound. “Puttee won’t abandon you again!” she said. “You can’t start, either! We need you!”
After a moment of this, Spats’s heart started back up, and she began to breath. Gaita and Torta were elated. “She’s breathing!” Torta called to Puttee. Puttee ran over, so desperate for Spats to live. They all watched as Spats’s breathing evened out and her heart beat strong, and they waited. But her eyes never opened.
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Life in the Gutters 