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Their eyes widened in fear, skin whitening as their gaze laid upon the infamous criminal.
The one frog that managed to both infiltrate the tightly-knit theatre family and to break them apart.
Walter had known it from the start, the whole trick the frog was implementing. He practically had already succeeded in his plan, everyone aboard the train was tied like a ring around Constantine’s finger. He had hypnotised them all.
It seemed like such a total loss for Walter and Fozzie, though they were determined to make things right, Constantine may have fooled the rest but the duo knew the truth now.
They wouldn’t allow him to continue with whatever scheme he had planned.
If they were gonna get out of this current predicament alive.
Constantine held his hands together neatly, inquiring to know what the two were doing in his private on train office.
He had hoped his threatening position would be enough for the two to cower in fright over him, however, they stood their ground.
Though through their shivering limbs and heightened senses, he knew they were nothing more than little bugs ready to get smashed in his hands. There was one thing the witty felon hadn’t kept in mind, there was another man in the gang that held the equal suspicion Walter and Fozzie had plus someone who had known the truth from the start. Right when Constantine sprung out into a fighting stance, his entire body was forced to the ground when a heavy weight landed on top of his back, causing him to fall face first onto the luckily carpeted ground.
A red, crazed drummer saved the duo just in time.
He neared Fozzie and Walter, checking up on the two to see if he had been too late and Constantine had already gotten to them. Nobody was injured, to Animal’s relief.
Though the little pest was persistent, the drummer turned upon seeing the frog lifting himself back up from the ground.
This time, with something the three hadn’t accounted for. Constantine widened his smile, fake metal teeth shining through that illuminated his sinister soul. They should have been alarmed from thereon that this felon wasn’t someone to mess with, and it should have been especially clear to Animal.
However the wildman wasn’t someone who easily gives up, specifically not when a certain person inflicted harm on his family.
Animal retracted his human body posture, beginning to crawl on all fours like the raging beast he was. And man had he had enough of this frog. The two opponents drew circles around each other, Constantine clenching his jaw to further showcase his metal teeth though with his attempts at trying to scare off the crazed mad-man, he only fueled the anger.
Animal was the first to make the attack, jumping straight off the ground to leap at the frog, however his move was foreseen, therefore Constantine held the beast back by keeping his forearm stuck in the Drummer’s mouth. A fatal mistake in his plan, seeing as Animal was using his sheer strength to bite down as hard as he could onto Constantine’s arm.
He threw Animal off before he could manage to break through the skin. A pro that helped the mastermind in his step was that he was a frog, a frog who easily can slip through anyone’s radar without being detected. Having used that advantage his whole career, he slipped out of Animal’s grasp with ease and managed to tie the drummer into a tight choke hold that left him desperately in need of air. A clever move indeed, however, Constantine hadn’t anticipated the drummer’s animalistic behaviour, not even what Animal would do next to break out of the frog’s clutches.
This time he wasn’t one to spare the frog, he bit down as hard as he could onto the felon’s arm, gaining an outcry of agony from him as his hold on Animal was released.
This allowed Animal to go in for the second hit, digging his teeth deep into Constantine’s leg. The Frog’s limb, unlike his arm, actually did suffer some serious damage.
Once Constantine fell down onto the floor, Animal backed away and from where he bit down was a bite mark formed. From this mark, small sprinkles of blood started to spill from the open wound on his right leg, a mark that would forever remain on the frog as a reminder that someone had actually had the guts to come face to face in a fight with the number one criminal.
A certain someone that wasn’t willing to give up now that they were heading into a more brutalistic style. Plus, Animal was quite enthralled with the pain he inflicted.
Constantine didn’t let himself be beaten, he shot back up from the ground, hands outstretched in a manner that basically taunted Animal to just try and fight him. Despite the several warnings of Walter and Fozzie to not continue on, Animal booked it towards the frog but this time Constantine was prepared and willing to give the crazed drummer a little taste of his own medicine. In a swift motion, the felon threw his arm around to hit the drummer in his face, once Animal was down in a bent position.
Constantine held onto his back as his knees connected with the beast’s stomach, kicking over and over into Animal’s belly until his whole skin turned a bright red from the continued attacks.
The Frog didn’t just stop right then and there, he picked Animal by the back of his shirt off the ground. Throwing him with ease onto the floor to then dig his knee into Animal’s back. Taking hold of the drummer’s arms to hold them in his clutches behind his back, both so that he couldn’t move any further and to bring an end to his battle. A bad idea for a dog like him to take it up with an ex-champion in karate, Constantine was proud of his victory.
His head spinning to the frightened duo remaining in the back of the corner.
Walter and Fozzie had taken the roles of spectators in this heated fight, not having courage to come between the mad-men for even one bit.
With Animal being out, they were lost on ideas on how to continue.
The Wrong mindset to think that Animal would have given up so easily, in an desperate attempt at getting the annoying frog off him, Animal retracted his leg up as if he were a ragdoll, his foot immediately striking the frog directly to his jaw.
Having caught the frog off-guard for one second and luckily getting Constantine off Animal. The drummer leaped up from the ground, tying him and the frog into rolling like a bowling ball down the opposite end of the room before they crashed into a table. Constantine grasped hold of the vase he vividly remembered standing on the surface above them to smash it on top of Animal’s head. To the criminal’s surprise, Animal didn’t budge, not even one bit. It’s as if the vase having been broken exactly on his head was like a feather landing on it in comparison. All Constantine took in before a vicious attack was laid upon him was the agitated expression on the mad-man.
His eyes were practically burning up with rage over what this foul frog had done, especially to his own family, he wasn’t gonna let him go that quickly without having teached him a lesson. A beast like Animal wasn’t just a normal dog that you could easily bring down to your will, not one bit, Animal growled in a deep guttural tone before he grasped Constantine’s head, the uncut rough nails practically digging like a second set of teeth into the frog’s greenish skin.
He threw the frog onto the ground with every ounce of anger in him, his feet staying on Constantine’s back as his next decision of what he would do with the frog was an unexpected event that even Walter and Fozzie were against him engaging in. Animal sunk his razor sharp teeth into the backside of the felon’s head, so far that Constantine quite literally shrieked in pain. And upon seeing the splatter of blood running down the side of his head, Walter knew he had to step in between so that the loveable mad-man wouldn’t ultimately kill the frog in the end.
Yes, Walter strongly disliked the criminal since he was just that, a criminal. But even outlaws like him were still muppet beings who didn’t deserve to perish by the hands of an out of control drummer.
“Animal! No!” Walter shouted out, coming steps closer in the heated squabble between the mad-men. Something Animal had feared for him to do, he hissed at the muppet to stay back though the drummer warned him too late on. With the big strength the small frog had within, he threw the angered beast off his back to turn to the muppet.
Animal intervened before the frog could do anything to Walter, jumping onto Constantine as his hands landed over the frog’s vision to distract him from Walter. The shivering Muppet took Animal’s warnings with caution and headed back to Fozzie’s side. The Drummer rode the small frog like a bull, though just like a bull ride Animal was thrown off the back and in such a direction that he landed right in front of Walter and Fozzie.
His eyes met the duo, an aching sense shining through his vision. They knew that he wouldn’t be able to keep up with this any longer. Not because he was beginning to grow weary of this endless battle but it was the fact that for such a small frog, he had greater strength than the mad-man himself of the infamous Electric Mayhem had combined.
The two opted for a plan to get out of this situation.
Going back to the others wouldn’t be such a clever move, they were already tied too deep into Constantine’s web of lies and he would chase after them if they did run out his office and into the halls of the train. The Bellowing sound shook the cabin with all its might, Fozzie gazing out of the window to see an oncoming freight train. That’s it, they would attempt a daring jump but at least it would get them out.
He explained the plan to Walter, Animal overhearing the two. Unfortunately just as he was about to get up, hands tangled around his ankles. Pulling his whole body away from Walter and Fozzie.
Walter’s eyes darted to the sharp object in Constantine’s hand, heart racing as he shouted to Animal that the frog was advancing on the drummer. Unfortunately it was too late for Animal to realise, and before he knew it, he was crying out in pain. The Drummer gathered his strength together to turn his upper body around, arms shaking as he dealt with the unbearable ache stuck in his limb, staring straight into the mad frog’s eyes as a high pitched giggle escaped his lips.
With the burning rage lingering deep within Animal’s soul, he endlessly tried to bring himself back up. Each time his legs would just refuse and give up.
He wanted to keep on going, he needed to for the safety of everyone he loved but he knew he lost, now with the knife buried deep into his leg, the drummer was immobile to continue on the fight. It felt as if he failed, that he wasn’t strong enough to deal with such a frog like Constantine.
Animal’s breath quickened, eyes shooting like daggers up to the muppet who was the cause of his pain, who merely grinned. The devilish smirk widening every second as the frog squatted right above Animal’s leg and the knife, mind racing after he realised what Constantine was about to do.
Animal watched with fright as the frog tangled his fingers around the handle of the knife, giving the mad-man one last gleeful smirk before he retracted the object out of his limb.
A guttural scream escaping Animal’s mouth, with a blurry vision he observed how the blood poured down his leg onto the carpet, starting to stain the already bright red carpet with a darker crimson shade.
Even if someone were to come into the cabin when it would be empty, nobody would notice the suspiciously red colour etched into the carpet.
Now he really did it, Animal used the little strength he had left to jolt after the criminal. The attempt at biting his stupid face off failed miserably, Animal himself was lost to the pain inflicted upon his leg. They were running out of time, Fozzie simply grabbed the shivering drummer by his armpits to jump with him in his arms and Walter out the window and into the open space the by-passing freight train supplied for them.
This all happened in such a blink of an eye that Constantine himself had to blink rapidly before his mind had progressed what happened. He shut the window with all his might, racing around the room to ponder what his next step in his plan would be now that three of the “muppet family” had found out about him.
Although, with the harm he put that dog under he wouldn’t worry all so much about taking Walter and that bear down. With the amount of blood he would lose thanks to the knife having been taken out, he would surely suffer from a loss of blood which would make Walter and Fozzie vulnerable and out of his protection range.
For now, he took hold of two knitting needles and crashed down onto the recliner positioned in the cabin to knit his stress away.
The landing itself wasn’t a sweet one, Walter rubbed his back up and down as he pushed himself up into a sitting position. Staring out of the window after the realisation dawned upon him, this was actually happening. They had actually jumped onto a moving train.
I mean, what else could they have done, their only way out was to escape so that Constantine couldn’t track him down easily.
Figuring he’s already deep past anger, pissed off more that he, Fozzie and Animal all managed to escape alive out of his clutches.
Walter frantically swung his head to Animal’s direction.
The Drummer had seriously battled it out with the felon, Walter wished he could have done more while the two were engaged in that heated squabble but Animal was against the idea of him getting hurt. His spectator position from the battle was responsible for the drummer being injured, and he blamed himself deeply for it. Walter carefully laid his hands onto the Drummer’s shoulders, the beast thinking he still was cut up in that squabble jolted upright but there was nothing.
All that was in his view was the speeding scenery from the open train door, now that he thought about it, he hadn’t caught up with the reality that they were out of the cabin.
However, he was determined to show the blasted frog who he was dealing with. His growls intensified while he got up onto his legs, putting all the weight onto his good leg first before crashing back down onto the floor as the unbearable pain coursed through his body with having taken a step with the bad one. Animal couldn’t bite back the yell, tears filling his eyes over the wound. He had never felt such a burning ache across his whole body. And he was eager to get it out of him. Whenever something was new to him, in his second nature he would immediately bite down or eat at whatever this unexplained object was.
In this case, he had tried to bite down onto his open wound, luckily Walter managed to stop before his teeth could even gaze lightly across his skin.
Eyes widened right as he took in the features of Walter, both him and Fozzie. His mind eased with the reality of them being safe but if they were here with him, where was Constantine hiding and would he still be a serious threat to them if he was? Animal scoured the compartment, though nothing, not even one sign of anything green.
At Least they could rest easy for now, words failed the drummer, as soon as he let himself rest against a crate he could feel the white hot pain spread throughout his whole body, not just from his leg.
A tactic to ease the pain was to bite down onto his bottom lip.
Although that did just about as much as putting a bandage on the wound did, he clenched both his hands into fists up until the knuckles started fading into a white colour. Walter assisted the pain-ridden drummer, he hadn’t had much of an understanding of how to treat a large wound like Animal had.
Heck he really only knew what to do for a bloody nose, he had not idea how to help with such a threatening injury. He pulled his sweater over his head, Walter at least knew as common sense that once a knife was taken out of a wound and the blood was pouring out of it fast that immediate cover up of the area was prescribed. Just as he was about to lift Animal’s bad leg up to put the sweater underneath it, did the rogue drummer flinch away from his touch. What Walter hadn’t figured out is that his hand had navigated a bit too close to the open wound, the contact must have hurt Animal more than it should have.
Animal couldn’t allow for his wound to get touched, not when it hurt like hell. Instead, he curled up on himself and let the tears fall.
A previous rage filled beast like him now cowering in pain was not something the duo planned for. They were so shocked upon seeing this sensitive side of Animal.
Fozzie, nevertheless, tried his best at calming the aching drummer.
The two had known each other for a long time, ever since the muppet show first started out, hopefully they were so close to one another that Animal would trust the fluffy bear.
Fozzie scooched closer to Animal’s side, not wanting to make any subtle movements, he attempted at getting the attention of the mad-man by his smooth and soft usage of words.
Luckily The animal did pay interest to the bear, throwing himself into the cuddly arms of his old friend to seek comfort in them.
He had previously kept the duo safe from the evil frog, now he just hoped they would do the same for him. To make the insufferable pain disappear.
“I know this is gonna hurt, but you’ll have to trust Walter, alright?” taking the slight nod of Animal as an answer, Fozzie tightened his embrace around to ease his aching pain. Fozzie rubbed the drummer’s back up and down, soothing his soul for the needed pressure on his wound to start. Walter inhaled deeply, focusing his mind on the wound to both tie the sweater correctly so that it would stick but also to make the process as quick as possible to not cause any further harm to Animal.
Walter tied his sweater around the wound, closing it off with a tight knot so that it would stay shut. He put good pressure onto the injury, disallowing the blood to escape any further. All while the Drummer buried his head deep into Fozzie’s chest, choking on his tears as the continued squeeze and pressure on his wound threw the drummer into such a spin full of pain. He knew his friends only meant good, especially since they needed to stop him from losing anymore blood. But Man did it burn like fire.
Animal clung to Fozzie for dear life, tears streaming out of his eyes even after the sweater was secured around his leg. It was over, but yet it didn’t feel as if the pain was truly gone. In this moment he could only stick to Fozzie for safety, for comfort even as the bear felt like such an oversized teddy bear that kept the drummer at peace.
Fozzie’s eyes met Walter, clueless just like him on what their next big step was. Walter himself had questioned the comedian what they could do now, his voice stuck in a wobbly tone while he nervously played with his fingers. Eyes landing back on Animal out of fear for his well-being, it was no secret that he needed desperate medical attention. But how could they when they were stuck in a country where nobody could understand a flick of English and when they had not even one penny on them that they could use for medical expenses.
The eyelids of the drummer started to get heavier with every blink, before Animal was eventually lost to the fatigue, he caught wind of how they discussed the possibility of bringing him back to the band rather than drag him along on the search of finding the real froggy. Yet their tones showed clear signs of uncertainty.
Whatever they were gonna choose, Animal was determined, even in his weakened state, to not allow Constantine to ever lay his filthy hands on his family ever again.
He would make sure that they were protected and he would do so, without pain rendering him unfit.