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CHARLEY BLACK

━ IN A WAY, I NEED A CHANGE ━

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It hurt, the smoke in his lungs. Fingers outstretched from his one hand, towards the open door of the burning barn. He was stuck, trapped, the skin burnt so bad he couldn't feel it. His eyes were full of tears, sobbing and shaking. He didn't want to go yet. Charley didn't want to go. Where was his brother? Where, in this world, where he could have been otherwise? He wasn't ready to go. The sweet girl up the street- they were supposed to have a date.

But it was too late, too fast. Too bittersweet.

Charley woke up screaming, in the sands of the desert. It was just as roasting hot as it was there. He could see the burnt jungle just past the sands, his breathing unsteady and shoulders tense. His eyes had opened, just as wide as they had been when he was sobbing in the barn. But he wasn't crying now. He was strangely silent. Somber, still. Charley's ears flicked a bit as he pushed himself up, groaning softly. The deep southern accent matched up with his words. "God, what a headache.." He sighed, trying to push himself up to walk on two feet, but instinct took over.

Curses flew from Charley's mouth, the no-longer-biped falling over in a hurry. Four legs, paws? Fur? His body shook for a moment, and he bit his tongue. "Where.. where am I?" He asked, no one in particular. With this in mind, he stood, shakily taking a few steps. He headed towards the burnt jungle, looking away warily.

━ [b]FROM THIS BURNOUT SCENE ━