April Wakes Up And Attacks Her!

(Originally by Cheese111)

Texas moved slowly, weighed down by April and not wanting to let that filthy rat out of her sights for even a moment. Molly was being downright unnerving right now. Why was she just standing there and letting them get away? There had to be some kind of scheme involved, but the weasel wasn't about to stick around and find out. Hopefully her deputy would come to her senses soon.

The sheriff's wish was granted as she felt some subtle movement coming from her friend. The fox shuddered a little, opening her eyes with a bemused groan. Slowly April looked around, gauging the situation. But when she saw the voodoo rat standing there she snapped into action. The deputy's eyes hazed over and she swung her arm at the weasel's, knocking the gun from her hand.

"April! What in the- oof!" Texas gasped as the fox swung a knee into her chest. She let her deputy fall to the ground, **** to grab her pistol before Molly could make a move. April gave chase, slamming into the weasel and knocking her down. The deputy flailed at the revolver, smacking it across the room.

"What's gotten into you, dammit!" The sheriff snapped as she tried to wrestle her deputy into submission. But the fox didn't say a word. As she finally looked April in the eye it became clear what was happening. Her vacant stare prompted Texas to look over to her nemesis. Molly still stood there, but a huge smug grin had curled up onto her face. The fat rat still held up her hands, but she was waving her fingers, wisps of dark purple smoke swirling between them. As she saw the weasel realize what happened, she burst into laughter.

"Hahahaha, go on little sheriff. Fight for your freedom! Or maybe the things she's been whispering to me are true... Maybe you aren't as good of a fighter as you like to boast about. Wouldn't be the first thing she griped about either..." Molly crowed. Those words stung the weasel. Not just because April was under her spell, but because apparently her deputy thought so low of her. Though knowing Molly it might all be just a big fat lie. Nevertheless, she wasn't going to escape this predicament with her friend pinning her down. Texas whispered to herself that the fox would understand later and took a big swing, knocking April off balance. The weasel pushed herself free, putting up her fists to prepare for the next attack.

April didn't hesitate to charge again, flailing her arms at her friend. Her swings were powerful, but clumsy. Clearly the voodoo rat was using her as a puppet. With all that said and done, the weasel still found herself having to back out of those wild haymakers. All the while she tried to break the spell by appealing to her deputy.

"C'mon April, fight it. This ain't you. Ah know yer in there somewhere!" The weasel's impassioned pleas seemed to work, slowing the wild swings down, but in that time she'd conceded enough ground to find herself on the other side of the room again. Worse yet, she'd completely lost track of Molly being **** to focus on her deputy. The fat rat chuckled. One more step and the weasel would've bumped into her big gut. Still, more than close enough for her next move. Texas snaps around, hearing that laughter coming from uncomfortably close by and seeing a fuzzy wall of rat belly. She looks up to see Molly reaching down and grabbing her head.

Purple smoke dances around the weasel's head as the voodoo rat whispers in an incomprehensible language. The weasel's arms fall limp. Behind her April was no longer under Molly's direct control. She fell to the ground, exhausted and dazed. Texas' mind was swimming, overwhelmed with sensations. The rat's hands felt like they were trying to squeeze her skull out of her head, the spell adding an oppressive amount of heat as it pried into her thoughts. Her resistance slowly faded away as her vision blurred and cleared at the same time. For a moment she felt weightless until finally reality reassembled itself before her and she came crashing back down to Earth.

The fox deputy watched Molly lift the sheriff up by her head and slam her into the ground. With a curious smirk the voodoo rat stood back, eager to see the result of her spell.