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The Green Star Loop

-Monday-

"hey U up?"

"Yeah dude. Rough night."

"U goin to the party friday?"

Sam grinned as he typed out the text on his cellphone, he'd been excited about going to the party with his friends for a while now, and the thought that it was only a few more days away only added to his excitement.

"Dunno. I might. You know I hate social shit dude."

His grin shrunk just a bit, but he decided to keep going. If anyone could convince April to go to a party it was him.

"plz? i can be ur wingman lol. might be cute guys there for both of us."

He bit his lip a bit when he had to turn away from the phone to check himself in the mirror, a coyote in serious need of a shower looked back at him and jumped slightly as the sound of a message being recieved echoed from his phone.

"Fine. I'll get someone to drive me. You need a ride too?"

His grin returned to full strength as he typed out his reply.

"prolly. ex took the car w/ him."

"That's why I asked genius. Gonna be busy most of the week so I won't see you much. TTYL."

With that the messages stopped and Sam laid back down to stare at the ceiling for a few more minutes, his eyes wandering to his hand, covered in a bandage from a fight he'd decided to keep secret from April and Cass. He winced a bit as he pulled it off, only to see the wound mostly healed already.

Oh dude this is just getting weird..."

-Tuesday-

"Samuel."

"Oh Jesus Brittany just call me Sam please we went over this..."

The feathered manager took a moment to peek over her clipboard as Sam struggled to push some boxes back into place. It was inventory day at the shop and Sam was the lucky member of the staff that got to help her sort through the new stock.

"Alright alright, SAM, corperate has been sending me some very disturbing emails lately."

"What, they going to replace us with robots now?"

"No Sam, they noticed that the amount of stock we're getting is much higher than what's being sold. Do you understand what this means Sam?"

"Uh. We're not selling enough?"

"No Sam. We're selling more than enough, but some of our stock is going missing."

The crane narrowed her eyes at Sam as she spoke. He could feel the accusations building up behind them as she tried to scan him for any sort of weakness, anything that would tell her she was on the right track.

"You saying someone's shoplifting or something?"

"I'm saying you're shoplifting Sam. I'm not going to bullshit with you here, I've seen some things on the tapes, I know it's you."

This was bad. He was sure he'd been careful to avoid cameras, he must've forgotten where some of the newer ones had been placed.

"Sam, are you going through some sort of financial trouble? Are we just not paying you enough? What's going on?"

"Does anyone else know?"

"Not yet. Look, I know you've had some...issues with your family lately, but this sort of rebellious behavior is not suitable for a work environment and you know that!"

He felt his teeth grit just a bit, he couldn't believe this was happening.

"Samuel, I mean, Sam, why?"

"Parents are making me pay rent more, can't afford stuff as much, I think it's because they don't agree with my...life choices."

"Life choices? You mean um..."

"Yeah, the queer thing."

Brittany's eyes widened a bit as she closed her beak tightly and looked around, the air in the room growing the distinct smell of "awkward" as she cleared her throat and tried to regan her composure.

"W-Well, regardless Sam, you can't just steal from the store. If you're dealing with personal or family issues you should talk to me about maybe getting a raise. Your work is...enough, to at least try to convince someone higher up to approve of a higher pay."

Sam cringed very slightly, he knew that even if he didn't mean to he put Brittany in a very bad spot by bringing up his more personal problems.

"Don't worry about it Brittany, I'll stop stealing, I promise."

"Well, I'll give you one last chance, only because you've been here longer than any of the other kids we've had to hire recently."

"Thanks."

"The stuff you stole is going to come out of some of your pay though, so if you get a raise you'll be making about the same until that's paid off okay? Let's just move on."

Sam just nodded, glad to finally end this conversation before things got any more uncomfortable for either of them. Sam looked down at the spot where he'd managed to cut himself while moving the boxes, the cut already healed back up.

"You alright? Hurt your hand moving the stock?"

"Just a lil' sprained Brittany. I can deal with it."

-Wednesday-

"You did WHAT!? Sam what the actual hell!?"

Cass's face was bright red with anger as she tapped her foot on the sidewalk outside of the college, her friend scratching at his neck nervously as he confessed what happened at work to her.

"For God's sake Sam you said you'd stop this stuff! You promised me! No more of this deliquent crap remember?"

"Listen Cass I-"

"No, I listened last time after you almost died and you promised you'd stop."

Sam let out a pained sigh and held his head now, today was going just perfectly.

"Cass please, it was only some shoplifting okay? Nothing big, Britt let me off easy."

"She's docking your pay Sam! You're lucky she's more worried about social media crucifying her over firing you than what a bunch of old men in corperate think!"

"Okay no, I made it real clear I didn't care about that shit and you know that Cass, that's just a low blow."

"I'm sorry Mr. Shoplifter thinks I'm going for low blows. Did you forget how you almost bled out on my couch while I was screaming and calling the ambulance Sam? I sure as hell didn't! I still have a stain on that cushion! A stain made with your goddamn blood Sam!"

The coyote stared down at the pavement in a mix of embarrassment and shame, he'd never seen his friend this upset before, over anything, and he had no idea how to react.

"I'm sorry. I'm dealing with a lot of shit right now okay?"

"What? What could possibly be going on that means you can slip back into this garbage Sam?"

"Parents are kicking me out. Job isn't gonna be able to afford the new rent they're pushing on me and I don't think I can afford a new place. I just, slipped back into old habits. I thought maybe I could get a new place if I sold enough stolen crap."

"Fuck's sake Sam, why didn't you just come to me or April for help!? We would have helped you! Why do you always do this? We're your closest friends ever and you never tell us anything! Why?"

Sam stared down at his other hand again, he's been clenching it into a tight fist the entire time and was sure he drew blood with one of his claws, it already healed back up like nothing happened.

"I just... some things can't be helped Cass. I need to do some shit on my own sometimes okay?"

With that, the two parted ways. Sam checked back on his hand and cleared his throat a bit nervously.

"Something's definitely wrong."

-Thursday-

"why won't you answer my messages? sam. answer me. you stole again didn't you? sam answer please."

He stared down at his phone again as he leaned against the alley wall, the time had come for him to try to sell some of the merchandise he'd stolen from his own work and he couldn't get himself to tell Cass again, he didn't need a repeat of yesterday and she didn't need to know he'd figured out where the cameras were and how to avoid them since the incident Tuesday. He shut off his phone and peeked around the corner at the man stepping out from across the street and signalling for him.

"Mr.Samuel. I heard you got your hands on some special merhandise?"

"Yeah dude, brand new. Got it on the back of my bike man, come in and I'll show you."

The tall bird followed him back into the dimly lit alleyway as he pulled the cover off the back of his bike to reveal a toaster and some other smaller electronics.

"All new dude. Just like I promised. You bring the money YOU promised?"

"Of course Mr. Samuel. I'm a professional, I always keep my end of the bargain."

The bird undid his suitcase and handed it to Sam, who smiled when he opened it up to see small stacks of bills inside.

"Perfect. Am I even going to need to count all this to make sure it's all here?"

"Oh. That will not be necessary Mr. Samuel. Your well deserved reward is all there, and I am a man of my word. No professional would consider scamming a business partner."

He tilted his head slightly at this comment but laughed it off and nodded.

"Ha ha yeah, you business types are pretty on the up and up. Didn't think you did stuff like this."

"Oh Mr. Samuel, this is far from strange in my line of work."

"Huh?"

"The business circuit is... killer."

"Oh. Ha, thought you meant something else for a second. Sorry, been having a bad week."

The bird grunted and checked his watch, since he'd arrived Sam noticed that he checked it over and over again as if he was worried about being late for something besides the late-night trade-off.

"Oh yes Mr. Samuel. I am well aware that your week has been a bit... uncomfortable. But, as they say, it could always be worse."

"Yeah. Got that right. This could've turned out to be a set-up by some cops or something ha ha ha."

"Ho ho ho. Well, I am no officer. However... "

Sam felt his blood run cold as the suitcase in his hands seemed to shift slightly.

"This is in fact, very much a set-up."

With little warning a blade launched from under the bills, sending Sam flying back as it pierced his shoulder.

"AAAAGH WHAT THE FUCK!?"

"Excellent, you were the person I was looking for. I was worried I'd targeted the wrong individual and would have to do clean up tonight. Right then, let's get you prepared."

"P-Prepared!? The fuck are you talking about! Back off!"

Sam hissed out as he managed to grab the black diamond-like shrapnel in his shoulder and yank it out, tossing it to the ground and crying out again when it exploded, sending him soaring into a pile of garbage next. The bird rolled his eyes and took slow steps towards the pile as he continued to stare at his watch.

"Please stop resisting Samuel. This is a serious waste of both of our time. You will not be able to escape me. My ability far overpowers your own and if I must bring you back with me as a pile of regenerating ashes I will."

"Fucking shit... wh-what the fuck are you and what did you do to me...!?"

A frustrated sigh from the bird followed by a long spear forming from his hand told Sam he probably wasn't going to answer him, at least not without some serious stalling.

"Look I, I don't know what's going on just fucking tell me!"

"We still have another three minutes before this fight ends, so I will explain it as simply as possible before then. You have gained the ability to heal damage over time, and it is growing stronger with each day as you've noticed. This ability means you are part of a greater plan that is in motion and it is my job to ensure you are in place for that plan. That is all you get, you'll learn more in about three... two... one."

A dirty hand burst from the trash behind Sam and forced a rag over his face, his entire body going into overdrive as he tried to kick and fight the grunting figure wrestling his wobbling form to the ground.

"Shhh, shhh, jus' let it happen there son. S'all over now, just go ta sleep... "

As he gagged on the rag pushing into his mouth, Sam suddenly felt a deep regret over all of his choices up until this point.

-Friday, Night of the Party-

Sam coughed and groaned out as he woke up on a cold stone surface, a chill over his body alerting him to the fact that he'd been stripped of his clothing and heavily bound, a group of figures standing around him and muttering to eachother as he started to panic.

"Wh-what the actual fuck...!? What is this, this some kind of fucking stupid joke!? Fucking untie me you asshats!"

"Oh I'm gonna like fucking this guy up. He's already pissing me off."

A rough voice growled. A much more composed voice followed.

"Everyone, the time has come to bring fourth the Green Star."

Sam squirmed and started doing something he knew he was good at, mouthing off.

"Green Star!? I've got a star you can kiss but it sure as hell ain't green!"

A giggle from one of the hooded figures was quickly silenced by another who growled at them.

"Listen you shit we're not here to have fuckin' fun, we're here to carve up this fruit for God or whatever the fuck."

"Stark please shut up."

A female voice, the source of the giggling hissed.

"It's bad enough we need to do this to the poor dear, we don't need your disgusting attitude too."

The angry voice replied once again.

"I'll give you my disgusting attitude if you keep fucking pushing me bitch. You know I'll fucking do it."

Sam started freaking out when he heard the name Stark, flashbacks to the night he nearly died on Cass's couch flooding his mind as he struggled.

"Fucking, Stark!? Eli Stark!? You sick fuck this was your fucking idea!?"

"How in the FUCK does this faggot know my name?"

"You fucking SHOT ME you inbred fuckhead!"

There was a loud snarl from Stark as he tried to pull himself onto the table only for the other two robed figures to wrestle him back down.

"LITTLE PIECE OF SHIT I SHOULD'VE MADE SURE I SHOT YOU IN THE GODDAMN HEAD LET ME GO SO I CAN FUCKING KILL HIM."

A loud yell from behind Sam broke up the fight.

"ENOUGH. WE'RE WASTING TIME. STARK SETTLE DOWN AT ONCE, THIS IS AN ORDER!"

The booming voice caused a sudden silence among the cultists, who looked up behind Sam's bound body at the tall hooded figure glaring down on them, causing all three of them to back down and cough nervously.

"Fucking little bitch had it coming..."

The new figure huffed out and shook his head.

"Stark, we have no time for your outbursts. Our other sacrifice will be brought to us soon, so we must act in haste."

"Y-You're doing this to OTHER people too!? What the fuck are you all doing here!?"

As Stark rummaged around for something on the other side of the room the figure behind Sam started whispering something to him.

"Mr. Samuel, please forgive us for what we are about to do, but we assure you this is for a good cause."

"Wh-what do you mean forgive y-"

A loud crack rang through the room as something smashed down onto Sam's legs, causing them to shatter as he stared at the ceiling before screaming in absolute agony. Stark licked his teeth and laughed as he lifted the large hammer back up over his shoulder before slamming it down on Sam's side, grunting and laughing wildly as blood flew up and onto his body as he heard ribs breaking.

"Hahahahaha shit that had to hurt!"

Sam wheezed and started vomiting blood all over himself, feeling an even greater pain as his body attempted to heal itself of its injuries. Stark spoke up again.

"I need to keep doing this until the other one gets here or should we get right to the point? Either way is fine but I'm having fun doing this."

"We're short on time. They got the girl and are on their way. We'll need to end this part of the ceremony."

He growled as he slammed the hammer down at different points of Sam's body a few more times to ensure he wouldn't heal while he was being sacrificed and panted as he lifted the tattered and ripped body over his shoulder, carring the screaming and sobbing Sam over to a large container with an acrid smelling liquid inside.

"Have fun in eternal agony fruitcake."

Stark laughed as he threw Sam's screeching form into the pool of chemicals and slammed the door shut, cursing when some of it splashed and burnt away a bit of his robes.

"Oh COCK SUCKER HE WRECKED THE STUPID SUIT!"

"It doesn't matter, we won't need these outfits much longer. The time has come to complete our mission my children. Let us move to the sacred chamber and begin..."

Sam's entire body was screaming. It was like every single inch, every cell, ever molecule of his body had a mouth and it was screaming in pain as what he could only assume was some sort of battery acid kept eating away at his flesh, eating and tearing only for it to grow back, only to melt away and rot before dissolving into nothing in front of him. The screaming pain became louder and louder, and a green glow seemed to consume him with the rest of the chemicals as his agony reached a new level.

The sound of his phone alarm going off on his dresser made Sam wake up with a start. With a lazy stretch he reached over and checked his texts.

"From: J. Doe, please meet me this Thursday with the items we discussed last week. The list will be attached to this message. Do not be late."

Sam sighed sadly and saved the list. He had a really rough week ahead of him, but he did have something to look forward to as well. He switched to his chat with April and started typing:

"hey U up?"

"Yeah dude. Rough night."

"U goin to the party friday?"

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