A Bad Kind of Love

~::DISCLAMER::~

-Nack the Weasel and Mighty the Armadillo are copyrighted to
Sega.

-Nic the Weasel is copyrighted to Ken Penders and Archie
Comics.

-All other recognizable characters belong to their
respective owners.

I in no way claim ownership to any of the aforementioned
characters, only to any original characters in this story.

.o.o.o.

A BAD KIND OF LOVE

Part One: Lost Armadillo

.o.o.o.

“If there’s one thing I can’t stand is a total pain in the
ass bounty- the kind that just won’t come quietly.”

“Yeah, tell me about it Nack- they just can’t see how
reasonable our solution is.”

“Still, Nic, it wouldn’t be the same if they just said ‘oh
gee, I’d better come quietly’ now would it?”

“No, the employers don’t pay for no
limp-wristed half assed jobs.”

Nack turned around and placed his boot on top of the limp
form of the bounty that he’d caught- with the help of his twin sister, Nicollet…
or Nic for short. He pulled out a dark green bottle. “I’ll drink to that, sis!”

 Nic placed her head
on her brother’s shoulder and smiled. “And with him taken care of, we’ll have a
nice bit of money in the bank!” She exclaimed, taking the bottle away from him
and drinking from it.

“Hey sis, don’t hog the booze!” He exclaimed.

Nic smiled. “You should talk, not even going to share with
you sweet little twin sister.” She replied in a teasing tone.

Nack smiled. “Sorry, I just thought you were watching your
figure.”

Nic sputtered. “Jerk, I’ll kill you!” She exclaimed
jokingly.

The two of them struggled for a moment, when Nic spotted
something off in the distance. She gasped. “What’s he doing out here?”

Nack stopped, till holding up one arm, to keep the bottle
from her, while the other held her back. “What- who?”

Nic drew her laser pistol and headed off. Nack polished off
the bottle and wiped his mouth off. “What, I still don’t get it.” He exclaimed
and set off to follow her.

.o.o.o.

“What the hell do you mean Steve was
captured?!” Exclaimed the tall fox.

“But Mr. Largo, the bounty hunters just rolled in and
snatched him up- we hadn’t even turned around before he was gone.” The other,
smaller fox tried to explain.

“Find out who they are and where
they took him, no one kidnaps my own family- my little brother no less- and
gets away with it!”

Another creature ran into the room, this was one was a
raccoon. “Mr. Largo, the two bounty hunters that took Steve- they the Weasel
Twins—“

“Nack and Nic the Weasel!” w:st="on">Largo cut him off. “Those
two are going to regret what they did to me!”

.o.o.o.

…he had a headache…

“Damn fox wasn’t much trouble in the end, bro.” said a
feminine- yet razor sharp- voice.

“Yeah, punks like him always come easy in the end.” class=GramE>Replied a masculine voice- this one complete with a more then
subtle hint of arrogance in it.

“Oh, look, it seems the guest is coming around.” class=GramE>Replied the feminine voice.

“He’s your problem sis; you’re the one who insisted on
picking him up.”

“Fine, but you’ll see- I have my reasons, including
something that might just be useful to us as well.”

“You always were a sly one- I guess I won’t push any
further.” The voice paused. “Best not to reveal the plan too
soon.”

“I knew you’d see reason bro.” The female replied
cheerfully.

“Rise an shine, Mighty.”

The Armadillo bolted upright and came face to face with a
pair of ice-blue eyes and locks of lavender hair. Not to mention a grinning row
of sharp teeth.

“Nic? W-where am I?” He blurted
out, noting that Nic wasn’t wearing her hat.

She frowned. “Sweetie, I’d hope you could’ve answered that
one.” She replied. “But don’t worry… we’ll get you back to the island soon
enough.” She paused.

She leaned in towards him, her pointed snout almost touching
his nose. “And all you have to do is just a little favor for us.”

Mighty gulped. “I… um, don’t know…”

She stood back up and smiled. “Well, think about it for a
bit, but don’t worry, I personally see to it that it’s worth your while.” She
remarked cryptically and turned away to leave the room- her hips swiveling ever
so slightly.