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A pine tree sprinkled forest sat a single man sized cage wrapped in a white glow of energy. A towering figure stood over it, sprouting wings and a feminine form.

"You have one chance to prove you are worth my effort." An authoritative voice spoke. With a wave of her hand she brought to attention a town just on the outskirts of the forest. Tall spinally towers, close knit streets lit by street lamp. The structures circled around a large center tower over watching the populace, lit up spot lights.

"This place has come under my gaze. The suppressed people hold no power over the greed of it's leader. I am giving you free roam of this town, but your choices here will hold repercussions."

Shouting off in the distance drew attention to a barking dog dressed in uniform chasing down a cloaked figure with a thin black tail trailing behind them. Commands for the rodent figure to stop and give up were accompanied by promising threats of bodily harm and rage from the perusing canine.

"You have one chance." The winged female stated, looking back at the cage. With a wave of her hand, the figure dispelled the glowing barrier around the cage, causing it to reveal the lanky figure entrapped within it. "Shift the powers here, stir the pot. I know that is what you do best, Kitten."

With a tooth-full grin, the caged figure set their attention on that town. "This will be fun." A raspy voice, course and only hinting at a female beneath it spoke. The cage rocked, as the figure burst through it's bars effortlessly, leaving no more than a blur of white fur in its wake across the dirt of the forest, and right over a chain link fence into the city.

With only a moment of reflection to what she has done, the winged instructor could only watch from a distance to see what the monstrosity she just unleashed would do to this place. With only hope to hold onto that they would make the right decisions, the figure vanished into the night leaving the creature she called Kitten with this corrupt town.

The rodent having run around a street corner, came across an alley to dart into. Trying desperately to lose the profanity spewing lawman behind them, they only manage to run into the early called back up that greeted the rodent with a fist to it's muzzle.

The cloaked creature was thrown to the ground in a daze as the two canines circled their catch. "Out past curfew muskrat. That's a punishable offense worthy of the chain box for a week." The smirk on the black snout of a german shepherd. "And what is this you're seeming to smuggle about this late at night?" His eyes fell upon a black sack of prizes the rodent immediately snatched and hugged to their body.

"No, we need it! The rations aren't enough!" The rodent hissed in his defense. One of the canine's stomped on the rodent, while the other pried the bag from their grasp. The desperation to keep position of the bag was easily overpowered, the rodent was physically weak and already beaten down compared to the well built authorities shaking them down.

While one of the two officers kept the rodent pinned down, the other rummaged through the bag to find several cans of packaged food. "Stealing from the company." He huffed with disappointment. "We provide you with a job and pay but you selfish rats always take more than you're worth." He spat.

The rodent writhed weakly beneath the boot of the law, with blood dripping across their fur and staining the concrete beneath them red. "You take more then we gain, we can't afford it." They choked in return.

The dog then pulled from the sack the shine of an edged blade hidden near the bottom. The rodent about froze in place seeing it. "A stolen weapon?" The dog asked.

"I... I don't know how that got there, the sack was from the warehouse!" The rodent lied desperately in fear for their own safety.

"Cuff him, this bandit's going straight to the chamber. Scum like you don't belong in our town." He sternly judged, yet his partner made no movement.

Attention was drawn to the officer standing frozen on the rodent, with a soft drops of crimson life dripping down over their uniform. The well built form of the canine slowly toppled with a meaty thunk to the concrete as the headless body fell. The rodent was shot with adrenaline at the sight. In a flurry of panic, claws skittered against concrete as they immediately fled the scene.

Standing there opposing the remaining authority was a white figure, nearly a foot taller than the officer. A creature skinny enough to see bone outlining through off white fur. Hunched over, with elongated arms, the creature held a tilt to it's head staring blankly at the officer with blank white eyes found in patches of darker fur. A grin pulled across that narrow snout, revealing a curtain of long jagged teeth crowded inside that maw. One of their bony fingers held up the missing head of the canine's partner, cold and lifeless with a hollow stare.

The head began to bounce to the movement of the hand it laid upon, while the creature tried to mask a husky voice poorly to mimic the dead canine's. "Hey buddy, nice getting a head of the case there. I know they got away but don't lose your head over it. You should chill out and meet this nice lady, she'll make your head spin." They rambled before tossing the decapitated body part aside. "Blah blah insert head pun here." The fox like creature lazily finished, standing straighter while moving a hand on her hip.

The canine holding the knife seemed to stare in shock at this display. A creature of the likes he had never seen taking the head of his partner was enough to debate retreating. Any reason to this situation however, was thrown when the creature taunted with a perk of her tall ears. "Well I'm not gonna stand here all day, ya gonna stab me or not?"

The german shepherd snatched the knife firmly in his hand as rage over took reason. A loud growl sounded his lunge forward, the officer struck in reckless anger. The knife gleamed at it's first taste of blood, finding it's mark into the fox's left shoulder. The canine was bulked with strength that let that knife dig all the way in to the hilt.

What was to be a clean strike was merely a pleasurable opportunity to this being however. A bony hand reached out to push on the canine's face, a feral jointed ankle swept around to pull the feet out from the dog. Now with gravity on her side, the fox only needed to follow down as he toppled backward to the pavement.

A hard crunch came with broken concrete, and shattered bone when his head met with far greater force then what the spindly fox could've mustered yet she did. On the concrete he laid with his vision blacking out, a crumbled snout and fractured skull. While his body began to feel numb he still remained conscious enough to hear those final words. "Huh, why steal food when it's given so freely here." The fox took the opportunity, as rows of jagged teeth dug into the fading dog, and soon after, death claimed him.

The muskrat recently escaping the close run in, quickly shot through streets and alleyways to put as much distance as they could from the horrors behind them. In soft pants, they eventually stopped to look around cautiously, the city was silent. After a brief moment of confirmation, they slipped around a concrete building. The building was crowded near other, similar skinny spires meant to house the many as efficiently as possible, it's thick, unlocked door standing out towards the street.

Swiftly, the cloaked rodent slipped inside, and found enough to relief to climb the steps more casually as the recent events ran through their mind. Steel and concrete was their home, leading up and up several flights until they turned down a hall and came upon a plain looking door with black painted lettering reading 'D06-04-03'.

After a soft sigh, they reached to the knob and pushed the door open. Inside was a tight concrete box prettied up with strands of cloth, makeshift rugs, shotty wood walling and a uneven table and chair set. They were immediately greeted with a mouse draped in a overly large grey blouse.

"Victor!" She gasped under a softly spoken voice. "Where have you been?" She immediately began questioning but quickly found the dried blood off the muskrat's nose. "What happen?" She worried.

Removing the dark cloak and hanging it upon one of the chairs, Victor forced a soft smile. "I just ran into a patrol, they were a little rough but I got here." He claimed passively, moving to the area they marked off as the kitchen and seeking for a tucked away basket they kept their food in, only to find it still empty.

"You should know better then to roam around this late at night, you're lucky that's all they did." The mouse moved to a room quickly, coming out with a spare shirt. "Come let me clean you up."

Victor shook his head in rebuttal. "No no, don't ruin the shirt. I'm fine." He claimed, leaning back to a wall as bigger thoughts bothered his mind.

A heavily thump struck against their door several times, causing the both of them to perk straight with ears standing tall at attention. A wave of dread and fear took hold of the room as both stared at the door silently.

"You have to answer it." The mouse urged, knowing if they didn't they would at least knock down the door to get to them.

Victor stepped forward, looking back at her for a moment. "Virn, no matter what happens, stay put." He demanded.

She didn't fully understand, but the loaming cloud of anxiety was telling her there was more he knew about this night. As he made his way to the door she began to shrink back towards a corner.

With a tremble in his hand, Victor reached the knob, turned it and slowly pulled the door open. His eyes immediately darted through the growing crack looking for the end of his known life to be on the other side of that door but he found no one there.

Confused, he leaned out of the doorway and looked down the hall, just in time to catch the slip of an off white, fluffy tail of a fox slipping around the corner, down the stairs. Then he looked down in disbelief, to find his bag.

Quickly the muskrat pulled the bag in, and closed the door. The rattle of tin sang to his ears as he tipped it over and out piled the several food cans he had stolen earlier.

"What's going on here Victor? What happen out there tonight?" She had to question as something like this has never occurred to them before.

"Well..." Victor started running it through his mind. "We either have a savior who walks among us, or a monster."