*Hello, everyone! This is the next episode of Green Eggs and Ham Season Two. The story is already picking up and I'm glad that most of you enjoyed it. I'm excited to see what you all think. The next part of this episode will come out today but the next episode will come out next weekend. You already know the schedule. LOL! This is published on January 25, 2020. The intro song is always going to be One Foot by Walk the Moon. Thank you guys so much for taking the time to read this and have a blessed day! Enjoy!*

Guy's Dream:

Guy groaned in pain, his ribcage stung from the dreadful fall. He could barely flutter his eyes open. There's a strange smell that caused his nose to wrinkle. He swept his glance around the place...it's inside of the destroyed box truck again. But...it appeared to be disoriented. Tiny purple flowers blossomed on the weeds grown on the metal walls of the box. He stood up to his feet, his gaze wandering throughout his surroundings. He set his sights on the exit door of the disoriented box, which caused Guy to warily stroll towards it. He opened the door and stepped through the next room. Though...the next room was the same room he exited from. It's almost like a loop that he made from the disoriented box to the...disoriented box? Guy shook his head. It's not possible...that's what Guy thought. He tried to exit out of the disoriented box again, hoping it will lead him to somewhere different. But...he came back to the same disoriented box room.

He did it again quickly and jumped through the next room...but it just looped back to the same place.

"What's going on here?!" Guy screeched while hearing footsteps coming after him. Normally, he would look back to see who was chasing him...but in his dream...he just ran away without question. He went through that exit door again, but he looped back to the same box.

"Stop running, Guy," A dark voice commanded, but Guy didn't listen.

Guy kept looping back to the same box...finding almost pointless in running from the darkness chasing after him. However, he noticed that the more he kept coming back to the same box...the more distorted it's becoming. He strode through the exit door again after doing it a few times before and saw weeds covering the walls while the ceiling was closing in above him. He could no longer hear the footsteps coming after him from behind...but he instantly heard something rumbling ahead of him. Luckily, there's a door to his right, which seemed to be a new thing. He noticed some kind of flood pouring into the box and splashing towards him. Before it could even touch him, Guy bolted through the door to his right and shut it tight.

Guy's chest heaved while his eyes became pale with fear. He didn't pay attention to his new surroundings. He blinked his eyes once more to finally see where he was. He recognized the hallway in the back of his mind. He noticed the posters of a school banner that had his picture on it. His pupils shrunk while his eyelids stretched wide to realize something.

"Stovepipe High...?" Guy muttered underneath his breath while warily strolling through the dark school hallway. It's not disoriented...in fact, it appeared to be normal. The hallways of the school were clean and sparkling but there's some aura in it that's tense. Guy glanced out the window while walking through the hallways...it's pitched black out there. Is that why the school went dark? He turned a sharp right, his breathing was the only thing he's hearing.

When he got to the middle of the hallway, some figure suddenly appeared in front of him and strutted across the hallway to the room across from where the figure walked out from. Guy froze for a quick second, inhaled his breath sharply. He let out a quick exhale and kept walking through the hallway. Though curiosity got the best of him when he approached the door the figure entered through. He examined what the door will lead from the large rectangle window. He leaned his forehead onto his flattened hand while his hand was pushed against the glass. The hallway was dark from the other side. He jiggled the doorknob to notice the door was jammed.

"Great," Guy sarcastically growled to himself while continuing to stroll through the hallway he's in. But, before he continued any further into it, the doors in front of him slammed shut in front of him. Guy had been pushed back away from the doors with a yelp.

Startled by the doors suddenly closing in front of him, Guy slowly approached them. He gazed through one of the thin rectangle windows on a door to look further into the hallway he was shut off from. He saw a child dashing across the hallway on the other side. He heard the door to his left creaked open, disturbing the eerie silence. He whipped his focus on it while warily entering through it. He heard a childish giggle from the thin hallway he's walking through. His breathing became rapid...knowing that he heard that childish giggle before from a distant memory.

"Hello?" Guy uttered in the darkness.

"Guy...Guy," The child's voice called his name, giving him chills to his bones.

Guy frantically gazed around the hallway. "Who are you?! What do you want from me?!"

He noticed the young familiar child sprinting across the hallway in front of him. Guy didn't hesitate to chase after the child.

"Hey! I see you!" Guy shouted while chasing after the child through the darkness.

Guy couldn't see who he was chasing after. Soon enough, the child entered the classroom on the left. Guy followed after the mysterious child to find that the child just disappeared.

Guy scanned the classroom nervously. "Hello? I know you're in here."

He heard a childish giggle again, finding it to be more distorted than the original cheerful laugh. It sent chills in his spine while he slowly turned his head towards the whiteboard with something written on it. It's in red marker and the words caused Guy to froze. The words that were written on the board were:

Where were you?

Guy remembered those words like a tattoo on his brain. He can hear those words from a small child for some reason which caused a minor headache for him. He switched his gaze outside of the classroom door when he instantly heard someone giggling again. He peeked outside and walked back into the hallway. The static noises made an abrupt sound, causing Guy to yelp while turning around. He had his hand on his chest while staring down at the deep dark hallway. He noticed a shadowy hooded figure creeping down the hallway. He slowly backed away while the light bulb flickered on above him. It's sudden that he noticed something about this figure...the figure wasn't walking.

He's Running Towards Guy!

Guy noticed the light bulbs breaking when the shadow chased him. He did not hesitate to sprint away from the shadowy figure. The shadowy figure was on his tail now, which caused his heart to race and his head to hurt worse. As the figure got closer to him, weeds began sprouting on the ground and the walls of the hallway. He tried to ignore them but they grew tall enough to get in his way. He pushed through them while the shadowy figure zoomed by them flawlessly.

Guy ran into the library where the weeds began to knock some smaller bookshelves down. He tripped on the tight vine while ducking underneath the collapsed bookshelf. He crawled quickly underneath while the shadowy figure hopped over the tight vine and pursued after him. Guy stood up quickly to his feet while the figure hopped over the collapsed bookshelf and almost tackled him against the corner of the room, barely grabbing him. Guy bolted around the library while pushing through the weeds. He quickly took a sharp left while knocking down some bookshelves to interfere with the figure chasing him. He squeezed through the thin space between the bookshelves, one of them being pushed by the growing weeds. Guy finally made it to another school hallway and glanced back to notice the figure dodging the bookshelves flawlessly again.

"Oh, come on!" Guy cursed to himself while continuing to run. It's sudden, by the end of the hallway, another shadowy figure appeared. With quick reaction, Guy saw the door to his left and bashed his shoulder through the opened the door that led into the other hallway. Two shadowy figures were now chasing him. His heart thumped harder in his chest while he kept running. He immediately rushed towards the door on his right, not sure where he's going...but he would rather be anywhere but near the shadowy figures chasing him. He glanced back again to notice the shadowy figures were far behind him, but they're catching up with him quickly. Through the hallway, he zoomed around the corner while immediately opening the door to the other hallway. How big was this school? Guy couldn't remember the school being huge. But he finally got into the dead-end...what to do now?

Guy heard quick footsteps coming at him but he saw the lockers beside him. He noticed an open locker on the bottom, giving him an idea of where to hide. He quickly dove into the locker and shut the locker door tightly. The last lightbulb flickered while he cornered himself in the dark locker. His heart pounded faster and faster while his body was shaking violently. The lightbulb broke off instantly, leaving him in the dark...crammed inside the locker. He can hear the footsteps stepping nearer and nearer to him. He couldn't silence his heavy ragged breathing, so he covered his mouth while his arms trembled frantically. The headache continued to grow the more afraid he was of the shadow.

Guy had the urge to scream, letting this miserable dream end!

Guy looked up and shushed whoever was talking.

"You'll blow my cover," Guy whispered, not to himself.

Oh, sorry. Ahem...Guy had the urge to scream. His heart kept pounding and pounding harder. His fear was bigger than his courage at this point. This has to be a miserable dream. When will it end? Please, don't let it end in violence.

There's an unsettling pause. Finally, Guy heard footsteps walking away from where he was hiding. Guy put his hands down while calming his breathing. He can't be too sure if those figures left. He's safe...for now. He relaxed his shoulders while sighing quietly in deep relief. Before Guy can crawl out of the locker, a gloved hand covered his mouth from behind while an arm looped around his arm. His scream was muffled while being pulled into the darkness. Guy couldn't fight whoever was taking him through the darkness. His wrists were suddenly cuffed to the wooden table while he sat on the reeky chair that he couldn't even see. Guy's breathing became heavy while the light switched on to notice he was cuffed onto a wooden table. He saw that Sam was chained up on his right, who had his head twitching while not making eye contact with his best friend.

"Sam! Sam!" Guy called out to Sam but Sam couldn't hear him. "Sam! Can you hear me?!"

"He can't hear you, Guy," The shadowy figure spoke up in front of Guy.

Guy whipped his glare at the shadowy figure in front of him. "Who are you?! What do you want from me?!"

The figure didn't answer, revealing two women on his right. It's Michellee and E.B, holding onto each other while shaking with fear.

Guy widened his eyes and his brows jumped up. "Michellee! E.B! Are you guys alright?!"

Michellee lifted her head to stare at Guy. Her eyes were watered from the tears she's shedding while wrapping her arms around E.B as a protective mother would do in this situation.

Michellee shook her head. "No...No."

Guy glared back at the shadowy figure while growling, "Let them go! Do you hear me?! I said let them go!"

The shadowy figure tossed a silver handgun in front of Guy on the wooden table. "Choose."

"Huh?!"

"You will be the judge of which of them will live and which of them will die."

"No--no--no!" Guy shook his head frantically. "I will not choose! I will not!"

"You must...you must choose."

Guy immediately grabbed the gun and pointed at his own head. "I'm not going to choose anyone...anyone but me."

He pressed the cold rim of his temple while glaring at the shadowy figure. He had his finger ready to pull the trigger. And he did...

There wasn't any bullet crashing through his skull. Guy bulged his eyes out to realize that the gun was not shooting. He pulled the gun away from his head to examine it. He checked to see if it's loaded...it's empty.

The shadowy figure laughed at Guy's vain attempt. "You are so naive, Guy. Since you won't choose, I'll choose for you."

"NO!" Guy cried out, dropping the gun onto the metal floor.

The shadowy figure pulled out his own handgun from his trenchcoat and aimed it at Sam first.

"No! Stop!" Guy screamed but it's too late. The figure shot Sam in the chest again. Tears streamed down on Guy's cheeks endlessly.

The figure aimed the gun next at Michellee.

"STOP!!! STOP IT!!!" Guy howled bloody murder.

The figure shot Michellee in the forehead while she screeched in fear of both her and her daughter's life. E.B. saw Michellee tumbled down on the floor, causing her to shake her mother's shoulders.

"Mom...Mom, wake up!" E.B shouted with panic in her tone. "Mom! Mom, please wake up!"

"E.B," Guy whimpered, grabbing E.B's attention. "I'm--I'm so sorry."

The figure aimed his gun at E.B's small tiny forehead while E.B's tears rolled down on her youthful cheeks.

Guy narrowed his brows at the figure while anger rising within his eyes. "Don't you dare hurt that little girl! Don't you even touch her!!"

The figure pulled the trigger and the bullet crashes through E.B's forehead.

"NOO!!! You heartless monster!!" Guy cried out while beginning to notice that this felt familiar. But he didn't care. His heart shattered into a million pieces again but his headache worsened. "You...heartless...monster."

Guy began to sob, his shoulders shuddering. He heard the gun cocking but he didn't even need to lift his head up. He knew he's next.

"I gave you the power to choose...and you wouldn't. You're an interesting character, Guy. Just interesting."

"Who...are...you?" Guy snarled while hardening his glare up at the figure. He clenched his teeth as his tears dried on his cheeks. He faced the figure with the gun pointing at his head.

The figure had his finger on the trigger. "I'm the demon from your past, Guy."

Guy bulged his eyes out in horror as the figure pulled the trigger without hesitation.

~.~

Reality:

Guy snapped his eyes open and yelped. His head felt dizzy from the dream he just had. He couldn't make out his surroundings that he was placed in. The sun shone through the windows of the isolated room. He covered his face from the sun with his hand while feeling something around his mouth and nose...like a mask. An oxygen mask. He darted his dizzied gaze around him, his heart racing with anxiety. He blinked his eyes to see his surroundings better. That's when he realized that he's in a hospital room. He can tell by the pure white walls around him and the monitor beside him reading his heartbeat. His breathing became calmer and calmer.

Guy heard heels clicking into the isolated room he's in to see a nurse with thick curvy hips and red lipstick coming towards him.

Guy raised his brow while trying to sit up a bit. "Nurse...where am I?"

"You're in Cherryville, honey," The nurse responded with a Southern accent.

"Cherryville," Guy whispered to himself...he's definitely in the right place.

"What's your name, dearie?" The nurse asked promptly while having her clipboard and pen in the ready.

"Guy...Guy Am I."

The nurse jotted down her notes. "Alright, Guy Am I, you were in quite a crash in that party box."

Guy nodded his head. "Yes."

"How did it tumbled down the slope?"

"Uh...I think one of the black vehicles just rammed into the party box and it tumbled down the slope."

"Well, Guy, you're heavily injured."

"Injured?" Guy questioned immediately.

"Look at your ribs."

Guy glanced down to notice a huge bandage on his ribs, with blood staining the bandage already. "I-I'm okay."

"We suggest you stay in here longer."

"Until...?"

"Until next week."

"No...I can't wait that long. I have a friend--"

"We're sorry, sir, but your friend can wait."

"No, he can't...I need to see him...he's in prison."

"Is he a murderer?"

"Yes. Yes, he is a murderer," Guy lied, even though deep down he knew Michael, the fox, was innocent.

"Is he a fox...?"

"You heard about him?"

"Yes. He'll be executed by tomorrow--just like the rest of the prisoners."

"E-Executed?"

"Yes. That's what we do with murderers."

"But-But he's---" Guy sealed his lips instantly, realizing that he can't argue about this. "I have to see him before he gets executed."

"I'm sorry, sir, but you're heavily wounded."

"I'll walk it off," Guy responded stubbornly, attempting to get up. The nurse immediately held Guy's arm down gently but firmly onto the bed.

"Sir, you won't be able to walk if you are going to get up right now--"

"But I have to see my friend!" Guy shouted, unintentionally drawing attention to the doctors and nurses passing by the hospital room he's in.

The nurse drew her brows together. "Sir, you're wounded. You wouldn't even be able to walk."

"Watch me!" Guy growled while ripping the oxygen mask off of his face.

The nurse pinned him down with a serious glare in her face. "Sir, you don't seem to understand how bad your wounds are--!"

"I told you that I can walk them off!" Guy barked at the nurse, growing angrier and irritable at the nurse. Suddenly, a group of doctors and nurses rushed into the room to see what the commotion was. Guy shoved the nurse away from him while getting off the bed. He did notice a sharp sting on his legs when he stood up but he knew he'll walk it off. Though, that's not what the doctors thought. The group of nurses pulled and pushed him back to bed with him struggling and grunting against their hold.

"The patient is getting out of hand!" The nurse, who was the first Guy had seen, screamed in fear.

"No, I'm not!" Guy debated while trying to struggle out of the holds of the nurses.

The doctor immediately grabbed the syringe with a liquid in it. "Hold him down."

Guy widened his eyes when he noticed the syringe. "Whoa! Wait! What are you doing?!"

"This will only calm you down," The doctor answered calmly.

"Calm me down?!?" Guy gasped while struggling. "You don't understand! I have to find my friend! I have to see him before he gets executed!!"

The doctor didn't listen to Guy's pleads. "Hold him still."

"Wait! Stop!" Guy begged while trying to reason with the doctor. "Please, just let me walk it off! Please--!"

The doctor poked the needle through Guy's neck while injecting the shivering liquid inside of him.

"--Stop!!" Guy screeched in pain while trying to fight them off but it was no use. The more Guy fought back, the more the liquid had an effect on him. He made him drowsy and his eyes droopy. Everything went black around him.

~.~

It was late afternoon when the truck parked in front of the tall twenty-story prison building upon the lonesome hill at Cherryville. Michael, the fox, glanced out of the barred window anxiously, wondering what's going to happen next.

Michael knew he hadn't committed a crime...he would never hurt a soul...but no one believed him. Only because he was a fox. According to the judge, he's sentenced to death. What kind of death...?

All of those rushing thoughts came to an end when the truck door opened.

"Move it!" One of the guards commanded Michael.

Michael gulped while following the guard's orders. The guard guided him off of the prison truck. As they were taking him towards the prison building, Michael noticed a small wooden platform with three hangmen nooses alined by the cliff. The strong tight ropes were hung on the thick branch of an overgrown cherry tree. There's a sign that said:

Where the murderers go.

Michael wrapped his hand around his throat with fear in his eyes, imagining himself hanging from the gallows.

This couldn't be his end...it couldn't be. He didn't do anything wrong. He shouldn't have any regrets. All he ever did was fight off the man coming after his friend and his friend's brother. All he did was picking up the gun to defend himself...but he hadn't had mood swings or anything. The Ghost framed him for the crime he would not, could not commit.

Michael became wrapped up in his own thoughts until the guard shoved him further towards the front doors of the prison.

"Keep moving," the guard commanded harshly.

Michael nodded his head submissively while entering the front doors of the prison. The process of getting him in prison seemed to go by fast. His fingerprints were already identified, his mugshots were already taken, and his clothes were changed into a black and white striped suspenders. He stepped into the interrogation room where one man, with blue fur and a red mustache that seemed fake, gestured him to sit down on the wooden chair. He sat on the chair across from the empty seat where another man entered the room. He had a peachy color fur with a glare at Michael. He sat across from the fox while slamming down the document in front of him. He opened up the picture of Jeffrey, Guy's little brother, lying on the hospital bed, dead.

"Why did you kill this man?" The police officer interrogated with a low growl.

Michael groaned irritably. "I already told you guys, I didn't kill him. It was that crazy assassin. The Ghost."

The officer laughed at Michael's response. "The Ghost is a myth. Myths don't kill people. Maybe it's in your hallucination during your mood swings."

Michael moved his eyes to notice the man with a fake red mustache observing both of them. He shifted his nervous focus back at the police officer. "No. The Ghost is not a myth. Someone saw the same thing I saw. Two people can't have the same hallucination, right?"

"Do you really see an innocent bystander nearby...during your mood swings? You might have killed him too," The officer probed further, irritating Michael more.

Michael's lips trembled while narrowing his brows together. "I didn't kill him. He's still out there. I don't know where he is right now but I know that I'm not the only one seeing things."

The officer took out his notebook and black pen. "What was the bystander's name?"

"Guy."

"Last name?"

"I-I don't know his last name."

The officer shot a withering glare at Michael while folding his hands together in front of him. "Let me get something straight with you. You're a fox. Foxes are known for murdering their victims. We haven't caught them at all until...well, you. You were sloppy for a fox--"

"So, because I'm a fox...you won't believe me?"

"The evidence is everywhere, Mr. Fox--"

"Just call me Michael," Michael groaned irritably at the officer's stereotyping.

"As I said, your fingerprints are on the weapon used to kill this man, indicating that you're the murderer. So, let me ask you again, why did you kill this man?"

"I. Did. Not. Kill this man!" Michael angrily responded while furrowing his brow. "I told you cops and the judge countless of times that I haven't murdered this man! All I know is that the man who was killed was shot in the back--"

"By you."

"No! By the Ghost!"

The officer rolled his eyes at Michael's irrational comment. "You know what? You're already declared guilty. We don't need--"

When the officer trailed off while standing up on his feet, Michael prompted up to his feet with a deadly glare at him.

"You need to listen to me, Officer! I haven't done anything--!"

Both of them argued as the man with the blue fur watched closely, observing them like he's the judge. Michael, with an unknown uncontrollably strength, slammed his fists on the table to make his point. The table broke in half, scaring the officer in front of him. The silence emerged suddenly, leaving the three of them in silence.

A moment passed while Michael sat on the metal bed with the cell door slamming shut beside him. The cell itself was cold and it's on the fourth floor.

"Your execution will be tomorrow," The officer, who locked Michael in his cell, informed abrasively.

Michael nodded his head in understanding while the officer strode away from his cell.

Unbeknownst to Michael that the man with the blue fur was watching him. He took off his fake red mustache while sighing deeply. He noticed from the barred window the late afternoon sky was slowly turning into an early evening. He immediately disappeared before anyone saw him. 

To Be Continued...