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Donovan stared at his completed homework. The eleven-year-old human rubbed his shoulder trying to ease the bruising pain that was causing him so much discomfort. “Now class I hope everyone completed their homework over the weekend?” Donovan heard his teacher say from the front of the class.

Several students looked nervous while some didn’t really look like they cared. At least that what Donovan thought he wasn’t the best at reading anthro body language. The female wolf teacher Miss Glacier did her usual routine of collecting papers starting at the back where Donovan sits.

The wolfs piercing gold eyes glanced at several desks as she made her way up. Donovan fidgeted in his seat as she came up to his desk gently picking up the piece of paper from his desk. The wolf took a quick look at the work and smiled at the boy.

“Well, looks like someone did their homework and is paying very close attention in class.” Miss Glacier said very pleasedly with her favorite student. Gently the female wolf placed her white-furred hand on the boy’s shoulder but immediately took it away when she saw him cringe in pain.

“I-I do hope everyone else’s work is just as good as Donovan’s because if this keeps up, I personally will make sure he’s the one teaching you.” Several students giggled at the thought. Donovan was well known as the best in all his classes but his shy personality kept him from having any friends.

That and Baxter. Baxter was also a wolf just like Miss Glacier but he was anything but friendly to Donovan. The human boy had quite a few fights with the wolf and his cronies. In a one on one fight Donovan can easily beat Baxter but when outnumbered he was outmatched.

Baxter has a grey and black colored pelt. He also has blue eyes and normally wears dark clothing outside of school. Today he didn’t really seem interested in tormenting Donovan for some strange reason.

“It’ll pass.” The young human thought grimly.

Once Miss Glacier was done collecting the papers the bell went off signaling everyone it was time to go home. Donovan waited till everyone was gone then he got up with his rucksack heading for the door.

“Donovan could you please come over here.” Miss Glacier said from her desk. Sighing the young boy walked over to the desk. Donovan looks down hoping his messy black hair would keep his face concealed from the wolfs prying eyes.

Once Donovan was at the front of the wolfs desk, she gave a sad sigh. “Donovan please take off your jacket and shirt.” Gingerly the boy removed his jacket then t-shirt. “Turn around pup.” Miss Glacier said fighting back tears at what she was about to see.

Donovan looked at the wolf with pleading eyes. His pale skin made the poor boy look ill but the teacher had known Donovan long enough to know it was just the way he was.

Donovan turned around showing his back to his teacher. The boy heard a loud gasp from behind. “Oh, you poor child.” Miss glacier said her face stained with tears as she looked at a huge hideous bruise that was on the child’s back right where his shoulder blade was.

The bruise looked like it really hurt Miss Glacier couldn’t believe this child wasn’t on the floor screaming in pain. “It was some husky anthro she grabbed me by the shoulder pretty hard Miss Glacier,” Donovan said with no emotion in his voice what so ever.

“W-why did she do this to you?” The wolf wanted to jump over the desk and rush the child straight to the hospital but she needed to know who did this. “She said you filthy skinners shouldn’t be allowed in our town you and the rest of your freak of a family should be burned at the stake or hanged.”

Miss Glacier felt so sick at hearing this. Now she didn’t want to go to the police she wanted to rip the throat of this mongrel bitch who hurt this child. Donovan bent down to pick up his shirt and put it back on covering the bruise once again. Soon the boy had his jacket back on too.

“I’m sorry Miss Glacier but I’ve got to walk my sister home today so I need to go.” The boy picked up his rucksack and headed for the door. “No, you can’t!” Miss Glacier shouted standing up from her seat.

“Honey we need to get you to the hospital and contact the police!” Wolf chased after the boy. “What’s it matter the police aren’t gonna spend their time and resources on one human.” The boy said making Miss Glacier freeze in her steps.

She didn’t want to admit it but Donovan was right. This town was full of human haters. “D-Donovan.” The teacher whimpered as she watched her student leave not looking back. Sighing Miss Glacier sat on the edge of her desk and slowly let the tears fall from her eyes.

Donovan walked out of the school building and immediately he spotted a human girl sitting under a tree. “Cassy!” Donovan shouted getting the little girl’s attention. “Hey, Don.” The girl said cheerfully. Donovan couldn’t help but smile at how happy his sister sounded.

“She must’ve had a better day than me.” Donovan thought happily. As far as he was concerned if his little sister was happy, he was happy. The boy walked over to his little sister reaching out his hand for her to take.

The girl gladly took her brother's hand as she stood up. “Come on let’s go home.” Cassy smiled happily. The two siblings decided to walk home through the woods. Normally the two used this route as a shortcut to get home quicker.

The brother and sister smiled as they walked deeper into the wood. The cool air blew at the siblings making Donovan’s hood flap a little which made Cassy giggle. Donovan playfully sticks his tongue out which made his sister giggle even more.

Suddenly Donovan stopped in his tracks feeling something wasn’t right. “Don, what’s wrong?” Cassy asked a little worried. Donovan didn’t reply. The boy slowly looked around scanning the area until he saw what made him feel so uneasy.

Six anthro’s emerged from behinds six trees. Each was wearing strange masks that seemed to be made from wood, leaf’s, bark, and twigs. Each individual gave of a bone-chilling aura that made a chill run down the sibling’s spine.

“Humans.” One of them spoke with a masculine voice stepping forward. Donovan looked at the menacing figure and noticed his mask was different from the others. The anthro’s mask was made out of bone which seemed to be held together by some kind of string.

“For crimes against the people of this town you will be punished by we who represent the council.” He spoke with authority. “B-but we haven’t done anything wrong sir.” Cassy squeaked out making another one of the masked anthro’s snort.

“Your crimes are ever been born in this town filth!” The anthro spoke stepping forward. Donovan noticed the feminine shape of this anthro and it was defiantly a girl. A fox anthro from the look of the bushy tail.

Donovan pushed his sister so she was behind him. “L-look we’ll leave and never come back just let us go please,” Donovan begged his eyes cloudy with tears ready to fall from the fear he was feeling. The one who appeared to be the pointed his black-furred clawed hand at the siblings.

“Get them.”

Donovan quickly turned around grabbing his sisters’ hand and breaking off into a sprint. The young brother and sister ran deep into the woods with the anthro’s hot on their tail. The pairs ran and ran but it was no use. The fully grown anthros were much faster which ended with the two getting cut off by two anthros.

Donovan dodged left pulling his sister to the side avoiding the grabbing claws of the two masked anthro’s. Donovan thought they were gonna make it until he noticed what was ahead. Right in front of the running brother and sister was a big black hole in the ground. An old mine shaft.

Donovan stopped just in the nick of time. The boy stared down at the deep dark hole thinking just how lucky they were. Until he felt a bone-chilling presence behind him. The boy looked over his shoulder only to see a closed fist flying straight for his cheek.

The force caused the boy to spin on his heels and fall backward into the mine shaft. Having let go of his sisters’ hand from the shock of the punch Donovan reached out for his sister as he fell screaming her name as the darkness swallowed him up.

“Cassy!” Donovan shouted as he fell inside the hole vanishing from sight. “Donavan!” Cassy screamed tears falling from her eyes as she watched her brother fall down into the mine shaft. The little girl tried to step forward to see if her brother might have somehow survived the fall but felt a bone crushing force grip her arm.

Cassy looked up and saw that awful bone mask. Yellow eyes stared back at her looking deep into her soul. Without saying a word, the leader through Cassy to the ground where the fox anthro held her down.

“You know what to do.” He said to the vixen. To which she replied with an enthusiastic nod. The leader looked back to the shaft and bench down trying to get a better look inside. “There’s no way he could’ve survived that fall its at least a two-hundred-meter drop.” The leader thought. Hearing a snap light noise the wolf looked over his shoulder and saw that the vixen had done her job.

“Ok dispose of the body and lets all head home.” The leader said happily standing back up. “But what about the boy?” Another member asked. “There’s no way he could’ve survived and even if he did its like a maze down there.” He replied walking past the vixen who slung Cassy’s lifeless body over her shoulder heading off deeper into the woods.

Months had passed and with still no word from her children and constant abuse from her neighbors Donovan and Cassy’s mother took her own life.

A couple of days after things didn’t seem to be right with the town. The clouds blocked out the rays of the warm sun. Thunder and lightning brightened the sky as rain poured down. Strong winds howled through the night testing the strength of every tree and building structure.

The townspeople were worried this horrible storm would never pass. Until one day the black clouds seemed to fade away. The rain had stopped the wind had calmed down and the rays of the sun shined down on the town.

However, the blowing wind now carried something with it. No one could quite put their finger on it but they knew that the storm had awakened something dark and sinister.

Eight years had passed since that day and the town still wasn’t the same as it once was but that was only obvious to the locals. Not to the troublemakers who passed from town to town in search of a good time.

“Yo, Ralph pass me another beer man!” The jaguar said from his sitting position leaning against a chopper. “Sure, thing Skuz!” A rather plump warthog replied reaching into a cooler filled with cans of beer.

Skuz was your typical biker gang leader. Big, strong and took no shit from anyone. The jaguar and his crew had been traveling all over the country causing trouble where ever they went. Until finally they landed on the outskirts of this shitty little town where the people looked dead miserable.

“Here Skuz!” The hog shouted tossing a can of beer the jaguar’s way. “Cheers bro,” Skuz replied cracking open the can and jugging it. “Well, I gotta go take a piss.” A dingo said standing on shaky legs clearly had too much to drink.

“Hah don’t fall in your own piss this time Rollo!” A muscular black bear shouted from the back making the rest of the gang laugh. “Fuck you Tex.” The canine replied stumbling around the corner of the abandoned building they were in.

The rather skinny dingo walked down the corridor until he found a suitable corner to piss in. Rollo put a hand on the wall to steady himself. “Fuck it.” The dingo thought to himself turning to face the wall undoing the zipper to his jeans.

Rollo sighed as emptied his bladder feeling slightly relaxed. While Rollo was still in the process of relieving himself, the dingo heard the patting of footsteps behind him. “Heh come to see my dick or something Tex?” The dingo chuckled waiting for a reply.

“Weird.” Rollo thought. “He’s never this quiet.” Rollo quickly finished off and zipped his jeans back up. “What’s the matter? Cat got your tongue.” Rollo snickered turning around to face his friend.

Rollo reared back when he saw that the person standing in front of him was not his friend. The figure was tall at least six foot and from what Rollo could make out had quite the muscular build. “W-what?” Rollo muttered as he looked up at the stranger’s face.

However, there was no face. The unknown man was wearing a mask. The mask had a disturbing appearance to it. It was shaped like a 1980s hockey mask but the depths of the curves really gave it that skull-like appearance.

The lower part of the mask was burnt a dark black. Loke someone had stuck the jaw area of the mask over a burning fire but left the rest of the mask untouched. Leaving all the upper section a slightly yellow-white color.

“H-hey human guy a little early for trick or treat isn’t it?” Rolla said shaking like a leaf. The massive human said nothing just continuing to stare at Rollo with those empty eye sockets. The dingo let out a little whimper but immediately stopped when he felt a finger placed on his lips signaling him to be quiet.

Judging from the feeling Rollo guessed he was wearing some kind of rubber glove. “W-what do you ack!” Rollo’s eyes opened wide at the feeling of cold steel piercing his flesh.

The masked man had pulled out a knife and quickly stabbed the dingo in the throat while he was distracted. A second after the human pulled the blade out of the anthro’s neck. Blood poured right out of the huge wound.

Rollo fell to the ground fighting to stay awake but the dingo had lost too much blood. The killer turned on his heels and walked in the direction of the rest of the dingo’s friends leaving the poor canine to bleed out.

“Yo Skuz you saw Rollo?” Ralph asked the feline who too had become worried about their friend. “No, I haven’t.” Skuz stood up about to go check on their friend. Before the jaguar got two steps a tall dark figure emerged around the corner.

The figure was clearly too tall and muscular to be Rollo but they couldn’t really see the figure as the darkness kept his features hidden. “Who the fuck is you?!” Ralph shouted aggressively, taking a step forward.

The figure stepped forward into the moonlight revealing himself. The three bikers backed up a little at the man’s appearance. The stranger appeared to be wearing a black leather jacket with a grey colored hoodie underneath and one terrifying looking mask.

Skuz knew trouble when he saw it and this guy reeked of it. Looking further down the Jaguar saw a rather wicked looking blade in his grasp. The feline recognized the knife. It was a trackers knife. Something a hunter would use.

Ralph walked up to the human not noticing the knife. “Where’s Rollo Skinner?” The pig said reaching up and grabbing the masked man’s collar.

“Ralph don’t!” Skuz tried to warn his friend but it was too late. The huge human thrust the blade into the side of the swine’s belly. The masked killer slid the blade across to the other side making the pig's guts spill out onto the floor.

Tex turned around to empty his stomach unable to stand the horrifying sight. However, Skuz charged at the man letting out a battle cry. With little ease the human through the dying swine into the charging feline.

Skuz cursed as his friend’s body slammed into him knocking him to the ground. Tex heard the commotion and turned around. The killers gaze locked onto Tex. The black bear got ready for a fight but was unprepared when the masked man through his blade right at him.

Tex had no time to dodge. The blade hit the big bear dead center in the head killing him instantly. While Skuz was struggling to lift his friends’ body off him the masked man walked over to the downed feline with an executioner’s pace.

The Jaguar saw the killer getting closer so he reached into his pocket taking his trusty switchblade. Skuz had finally managed to roll his friend's lifeless body off him and quickly got to his feet showing the knife to the mask-wearing lunatic.

Normally most people would halt their approach to someone wielding a knife but this guy didn’t seem to care. He just got closer and closer like even with the knife he didn’t consider Skuz a threat. The jungle cat growled and in a blind rage lunged with the blade in hand.

Skuz thrust the blade forward into the killer’s chest. The blade was now embedded right where the heart is. Skuz smirked. “Heh not so tough now are ya, skinner.” Skuz chuckled to himself twisting the knife.

Skuz’s eyes widened in shock when he saw the human's hand wrapped around his wrist. The grip was like none Skuz had ever felt. The force was bone crushing. Literally. The jaguar screamed in pain as his wrist was crushed by the human’s abnormal strength.

“What the fuck!” Skuz shouted in pain. The anthro jaguar tried to pull free from the humans grasp but the masked killer had other plans it seemed. The killer let go of Skuz’s wrist and reached out grabbing both sides of the jungle cats head with black rubber gloved hands.

Skuz stared into the empty eyeholes of the mask and saw something glimmer. Like a tiny red light shining in the distance. But the longer Skuz stared into those black holes. The tiny red lights turned into two burning balls of glowing red energy that screamed of rage.

Skuz was shaking as he stared into those now two burning red glowing orbs of hate. Images of brutal deaths flashed before the jaguar’s eyes.

Bones were being broken. The flesh was torn from bodies. The sight was sicking. Cruel. Evil. Skuz wanted to look away but he couldn’t move his head at all due to the insane strength of the masked man in front of him.

Slowly the masked killer started to apply pressure to Skuz’s skull. The jaguar struggled in the man’s grasp. Pulling at his arm with the one good hand he had left but the pressure only increased making the jaguar cry out in pain.

Blood started to pour out of Skuz’s ears showing that the presses were cracking the jaguar’s skull. Kicking and screaming Skuz tried to stop the man from crushing his skull but every kick to the shin and every swipe of his claws didn’t even faze the masked freak.

Blood started to pour out of Skuz’s eyes as the pressure increased more until a sickening crack made the jaguar go limp. The masked killer turned the Jaguars head from side to side examining the caved in the head of the jungle cat.

Shrugging like someone who lost interest in a book they found in the library. The masked killer dropped the jaguar’s corpse to the ground and walked over to the black bear. As the killer walked up to the side of the heavily muscled ursine who was laying on the ground lifeless.

The killer bent down and took out his knife from the bear's skull wiping the blood off on his own sleeve. Feeling a slight itch in is chest the masked man looked down seeing his former opponent's knife still stuck in his chest.

Gently the killer gripped the handle and pulled out the blade with ease. Seeming completely unfazed by the wound the killer got back up onto his feet and began walking out of the abounded building.

The cold night air blew against the masked killer as he exited the building and walked into the nearby woods disappearing into the shadows.