{"sf1_id":1895649,"sf2_id":"ZmM5Zqrm","title":"Insanity (origin story)","author":"Trixie_Raccoon","words":727,"posted_at":"2022-09-10T22:37:00.000Z","tags":["Blood","Cheetah","Collar","Hostage","Insanity","Kidnapping","Murder"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/1895649-insanity-origin-story","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/s/ZmM5Zqrm","image_url":"https://cdn.sofurryfiles.com/submissions/thumbnails/40/ac/40ac63df-c984-4b83-85b7-716d2b7968de","description":"#2 of Sories\n\nThe story of a maniac of a cheetah and how she came to be. A crazy villain with a twisted vision, and she seeks the power to make her visions a reality. I will be writing more parts to this so subscribe and stay tuned.","content":"Insanity...\n\nThere was a cheetah cub, in human years she was only about a preteen.\u0026nbsp; She was an orphan and a bit of a rebel.\u0026nbsp; She didn't obey anyone or anything.\u0026nbsp; But she wasn't too different than any teen, except she had this burning fire within her, and she was smarter and wiser than anyone else her age.\u0026nbsp; Her caretakers hoped she'd use this\u0026nbsp;for good and they tried to raise her right.\u0026nbsp; Well one night she was out getting ice cream, the only thing that brought her joy anymore.\u0026nbsp; When she was out she was kidnapped quickly, and she never saw her home town again.\u0026nbsp; She was taken because a group of furs feared she had been a witness in a crime, when she insisted she didn't know anything they told her it was too late and she knew enough just by being in their vehicle.\u0026nbsp; The cheetah's life was never good, but it will never be the same from this day on.\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\n\nShe was in an underground hideout, she did not know where.\u0026nbsp; There were many things marked toxic.\u0026nbsp; Her paws were tied and the big furs around her pushed her around.\u0026nbsp; There were strange gasses all around, some were clear but some made the air pink or purple.\u0026nbsp; The large criminal furs took a look at her, touching her face and she glared back at them.\u0026nbsp; She wasn't afraid.\u0026nbsp; She wasn't sad.\u0026nbsp; She was angry.\u0026nbsp; She let out a low growl at them as they talked about her.\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"What should we do to her?\"  \n\"Sell her?\"  \n\"Killer her?\"  \n\"too much work\"\n\n\"Keep her?\"  \n\"No that's a dumb idea\"\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"What do we feed it 'n stuff\"\n\nThe cheetah looked over at them, masks covering her face, but she could assume some of their species, all males.\u0026nbsp; A green serpent, a huge black wold with a scar over his right eye, an orange fox, some type of large bird, and some kind of species she couldn't identify.\u0026nbsp; Maybe a hybrid?\u0026nbsp; It was black and, curly?\u0026nbsp; She didn't have a good view through the gas and it was dark wherever they were.\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;The big wolf seemed like the leader of the jerky group.\u0026nbsp; They decided on keeping her until they found something to do with her.\u0026nbsp; Over the weeks the cheetah learned the group worked for some other boss, higher up.\u0026nbsp; She didn't know how high up the thing went.\u0026nbsp; Over the course of the months, the cheetah became thin and underfed, she was dehydrated and surrounded by toxic gass, but she did learn the other member wasn't a hybrid, he was a big black ram with brown curling horns.\u0026nbsp; Over the next few years, the low food and water rations made her body weak and susceptible to the gasses.\u0026nbsp; They played games with her mind, she saw things that weren't there, she sometimes fainted for no reason at all, and she started behaving differently.\u0026nbsp; Her rebellious nature and cockiness amplified by them.\u0026nbsp; The criminals exposed her to murder and after a while she became desensitized to it.\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\n\nShe was captured as a preteen and kept hostage until a little after she was 15.\u0026nbsp; Then knowing it was her only way to accept the outside world, she became one of the criminals, copying their habits.\u0026nbsp; She easily became an expert assassin and could rob any place she wished.\u0026nbsp; Then she killed the furs who kept her hostage as revenge, her first solo murder.\u0026nbsp; She left their bodies in the same underground hideout they had held her hostage in for so many years.\u0026nbsp; But it was too late, the brain damage had been done, the cheetah would never again be the same.\n\nShe rejected her old name, \"Nisha\" and had everyone call her \"Baby\".\u0026nbsp; Then she set out into the city to cause chaos.\u0026nbsp; She hated government, she hated school, she hated criminals, she hated everything and was going to set things straight, but she needed power to do so.\u0026nbsp; She choose a weapon from the hideout before she left, a large hammer.\u0026nbsp; She painted it black and pink and green and blue, and she dyed her hair various colors.\u0026nbsp; First she dyed her hair pink, and pulled it back into two pony tails behind her ears.\u0026nbsp; She wore a black spiked collar.\u0026nbsp;\n\nThen she went, like a hurricane she was an unstoppable force, and she sought to gain power...\n\n  \n  \n\n","series":{"name":"Sories","previous":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/1895365-hazel-s-interesting-date.json","next":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/1895724-insanity.json"}}