"So what do you have there?" A voice whispered
through the dark.
It echoed through Bolt, and he flinched into Blue.
"My little shadow." Something whispered, the words
seeming to come from everywhere and nowhere at once.
"Mine." Blue growled, sounding defensive and
angry.
"Yours?" The voice asked, laughter like broken
glass filled the dark.
Blue took a step backwards. Bolt wished he could see.
"Mine." Blue repeated.
"What are you going to do with that sweet piece of
stuffing?" The voice purred, "He is much too bright for this
place."
Blue hissed, and something grabbed for Bolt, trying to swipe
the bear from Blue's grip.
It was cold and burned and hurt.
Bolt gritted his teeth against the scream.
Blue tugged him away, tucking the smaller bear under his
wings, and took off running.
It was a bumpy ride, and there was other things chasing
them, hissing in the dark, mocking laughter.
Bolt closed his eyes, tired of straining against the dark.
How was he ever meant to get home?
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