Tuesday, June 17, 2014

Tigger - Part I and Part II


I don't have any insightful ideas for a post today, and my arm is a little busted from over-working it. So I have to take a break.

Instead, I offer art and a little bit of story-telling I do for fun. They are simply for practice, nothing more other than possibly a parody book down the line. These are for my series Popped Culture, and are a twist on Whinnie The Pooh and Pals. I hope you enjoy and thank you for reading.

PART I



Tigger took a long sniff of the open air, having been nearly fifteen years since the last time he was able to breath such. Outside of the Ashwood County Prison was a greying seven-foot tall bird, who was not only fatigued from his job, but tired of seeing old friends come and go through the iron-box.

The large bird's name was Owl, and he had run Ashwood's police unit since he could remember. However, Owl had retired ever since a young boy named Christopher Robin went missing. But as the years passed, a deep promise lingered with Owl, and the reason he stood at the gates of Ashwood County Prison was due to that very fact.

Tigger slowly bounces over to Owl, his tail weak and scarred from years of prison brawls. Owl smiles, giving a quick glance at the prison, and then back at the withered, striped giant. “It's been a long time, Tigger. Glad to see you stayed alive in there.”

Tigger doesn't flinch, his jet-black eyes stuck on Owl's oval saucers. He goes to release a feisty rebuttal, but holds it back in, only replying with one question: “Why'd you come here, Owl?”

Owl smiles, but it is not one summoned from happiness. “Oh Tigger,” he says, placing his feathers on the beast's shoulder.

“I came here to tell you that we have finally found Christopher.”

. . . 
Hours later, Tigger sits with Owl inside of his tree-carved manor. Tigger looks at the old photos, reminiscing of the younger years spent in Ashwood's vibrant forest. Owl interrupts, as he places a cup of coffee in front of Tigger. Tigger reaches for it, but then combines whiskey from a flask.

“Still on the juice?” Owl asks, as he watches Tigger close the cap, swooshing and mixing the two liquids together.

Tigger looks down at the bottle, a dark history behind it. He places it behind him, back into his pants pocket. 
Ignoring the question, he bargains another. “You said you found Christopher? Where is he, Owl?”

Owl sighs, lifting a folder and placing it down in front of Tigger. “I don't know if words would do it justice. Look for yourself, kid.” 

Tigger pauses, now not wanting to travel down the rabbit hole. He finally opens the folder, only to find what nightmares are made of inside, displayed through horrific photographs. He quickly closes the folder, pushing it away with his free hand. “It can't be. Goddammit Owl, who did this?” 

Owl sits, taking the folder away from him. “We found Christopher's body three years ago. He was twenty five, living alone just twenty miles outside of Ashwood. Kid was suffering from schizophrenia they said, lost contact with a lot of his close friends, eventually dropping down into narcotics. We believe he began selling the dope he was using. Ended up working with some bad people, who worked for even worse.”

Tigger is now pissed, the flask is back out. “Get on with it.” 

Owl smiles, knowing Tigger's inner rage. “The friends he was hanging with, worked for your old friend.” 

Tigger freezes. An image passes by his eyes. “But he died in the explosion...” 

Owl tosses a folder in front of him. On it, the label reads “THE BEAR”

“So you thought,” Owl says. “He reappeared several years after you got put away. We figured he faked his death at the Great Honey Pot Robbery. Word is Pooh and his Pals have made a return, and they're taking out anyone that steps into Ashwood's territory.”

Tigger opens THE BEAR folder, revealing photos of the one responsible for such nightmares. This is no yellow bear he once knew. This is the Devil. He looks back at Owl, closing the folder. 

“So what now?” Tigger says, closing the folder. He now drinks strictly from the flask.

“That's why I released you. I want you to find and locate Pooh and his Pals and take them out one by one.” Owl says, now his eyes as serious as Tigger's. “This job is off the grid, you hear me? You and I are the only intel on it, and it stays that way.”

Tigger sits for a moment, before standing up and making his way to the wooden leaf-shaped door. He pauses, looking back at Owl.

“After all of these years...” Tigger asks as he holds the door open. “Why me?” 

Owl smiles, sipping his coffee. “Because hunting is what Tiggers do best.”


PART II



Tigger's eyes opened, the room covered in a sheet of dark-blue. Focusing to the dark, Tigger looked at his clock, realizing it was only 3 AM. Tigger preferred the dark, as it reminded him of his previous housing in Ashdown's Prison.

Hey Tig,” said a soft voice. Tigger looked around, only to see a familiar silhouette, outlined by the fluorescent moon. Suddenly a flame erupted from a lighter, illuminating the figure's face: a once beautiful kangaroo.

Kanga smiled, as the flame left with the click of the cap. She put the lighter in her pouch, making her way to the broken tiger as she handled her dangling cigarette . “It's been a while, Tig. You look old. Tired.”

Tigger didn't move, his thoughts a cocktail of sadness and regret. “How'd you find me, K?”

Kanga continued to smoke, puffing it against the blue-lit window. “Owl told me you may need a friend to talk to. And we all know how much he loves to ramble, so I figured I'd come stop by and say hello.”

You didn't come to say hello, K. Stop playing with me.” Tigger said, his tail slowly shifting back and forth. Kanga noticed, knowing of his uneasy temper.

I came to ask what you plan to do? Are you...”

Going to kill him? Yes.” Tigger said, quickly cutting her off.

Kanga's smile faded. “You can't bring him back, Tigger. Christopher is gone.”

Tigger looked away from her, still keeping his focus on the sickly-green painted wall ahead. It was battered, beaten by days of working his infamous tiger-tail on it. Drawn on the wall, a stencil of the monster responsible for his current predicament; The Bear.

But there is someone you could bring back,” Kanga muttered, her voice cracking from being nervous. “Someone who still has time to grow and learn.”

Tigger raised his head to her, his battered face now more apparent. “What are you asking me?”

Kanga handed him an envelope, written on it: TIG. Holding his old head, Kanga kissed the top of it. “You won't see me for a while, so I'll leave the choice in your hands. I love you Tig,and I hope you can pull yourself together.”

Kanga bounced to the entrance of the motel. Before leaving, she turned once more, looking at an old love who had faded over the years. “Remind these son's of bitches while you're the only one.”

Kanga closed the door behind her—taking what history they had with her. Tigger looked down at the envelope, questioning if he should open it. The anticipation over-swept the best of him, and Tigger quickly tore the top off, revealing a single letter. Tigger opened the note, reading the tear-drop stained goodbye-letter.

After finishing it, Tigger dropped the letter on his table and begans to make his way over to his desk, on it, a folder given to him from Owl. Tigger tore through the folder until suddenly, his eyes caught a faint object out of his peripheral. Something else fell from the envelope. He made his way back over, picking up the item: a folded photograph. On the photo was Tigger, bouncing with ex-wife Kanga, and their child, the young joey named Roo.

Tigger knew at that very moment what kept him alive all those years in prison. Tigger sighed, placing the photo down on the table before making his way over to a manilla dossier given to him by Owl.

He opened the folder, revealing a plethora of information and photos of targets he once called friends: Pooh and his Pals. This information would be the key Tigger needed to help push him towards his only goal. The one he had since he entered the prison five years ago. For it was there that Tigger realized Christopher Robin was gone, and there was no way he could bring him back.

But Tigger would fight through Hell before he allowed Pooh to take his son Roo as well.

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thank you! 



2 comments:

Unknown said...

Ah, good one!

Just one question - how long was Tigger in prison? The beginning says 15 years, but the end says 5.

Julio Escriba said...

Hi Daniel. I am very interested in making a tshjrt with the Tigger mugshot. It would be a personal tshirt for myself. Can you please reach out to me at julioescriba@gmail.com and let me know what your thoughts are. Thank you.