Fighting Fursecution: Entry 4 - - - Captured
#4 of Fursecution Journals
Chronicle of: June 12, 2022 (continued)
My mind had drifted away from me as I closed my eyes, gingerly stroking the fur of the poor fox whose name I had never learned. I dreamt for a minute, at least I hope it was a dream and not an early onset of hallucinations caused by growing fatigue. I remembered a moment I shared with my mom and my brother Dante. It would best be described as one of the happier, simpler times in my life...
Chronicle of: April 25, 2004
I and what remained of my family went out for ice cream after my father's funeral. What was considered a somber event for most of the people that knew my dad as both mentor and colleague; my mother rather turned it into a celebration of his life and his love of dreams. Everybody in attendance of the ceremony had been instructed by the priest that they were welcome to attend if they so wished but only me, Dante and mom went.
I quietly took my seat in a corner table booth of the ice cream parlor, staring around at all the pigments of color the atmosphere of the establishment had to offer, fascinated by the décor though bear you in mind I was only five years old at this point in the script. My brother sat across the table as my mother joined in on the side of me, my ice cream cone of vanilla swirl already melting in my playful paws... I mean hands.
I remember very scantly what mom and Dante were talking about that day, though several mentions of the word money rang clear as a bell. It was when I was more than two-thirds of the way done with my ice cream that I was finally brought into the conversation by my mother, in where she asked me "Chris, what do you wanna do when you grow up?" It was really at the time a rather hard question to answer but after I gave it some thought I knew what I wanted to say. I just looked her and said "I wanna be a hero like dad!" She smiled and laughed of course, my brother joining her but she quickly turned back towards me, wrapped her left arm around me, kissed my forehead and said "Daddy would be proud of you. Don't ever stop chasing your dreams. Whether you want to become a scientist like your dad or save millions of lives by taking a stand for the right thing; in the end, it's what you do with the gift of life that determines who you are."
To this day, I have lived by those words. At the time they made no sense to me being that I was just a kid and that was way to philosophical for me, but now that I'm older I understand what she meant and that is what's keeping me strong now, my faith that all my good hasn't turned all to nothing yet.
I heard the van come to a halt and immediately imagined several scenarios that were to follow. The first scenario; I could just be assassinated on site, left for dead wherever the van stopped, my corpse probably situated in plain view of passersby as a warning what becomes of the furry menace. The second scenario was an even worse thought in my head; that the intelligence received via a mole in the FLC was correct and I find that my brother Dante is really behind the firebombing of Ablebark and orders came down from him for my capture. I was soon to find out.
When the furry liberation church was originally founded some odd months after the Fursecution started, it was imperative that several furry sympathizers were strategically placed inside the church as safeguards and deep throats should information ever be warranted, perhaps one day turning the tide of war in our favor, or at least making both sides equal in the fight.
Since the time of my inception as a wolf and this war began, I've cast aside most human acquaintances other than those I absolutely had to speak with and rather strayed away from them, fearing that their ignorance would one day lead to genocide; my fellow man would rather me see me dead then walk among them... My brother would rather turn his back on me and ally himself with the worst of my enemies so not to be persecuted himself... In a way, just like humans closed their minds to us, I did the same to them for all these reasons and more. If I survive this day, I swear now until the day I die to fight back with everything I am. I will use my strength, my intelligence, my hopes and dreams to make the world right again, even if I have to do that alone.
The van doors swung open as a blast of midday light struck my face, blurring my vision. I struggled with exiting the van as the several hundred it seemed FLC piss ants where yelling orders left and right, me thinking the whole time "Huh and here I was thinking that only furries could bark." My restraints really began to burn as the weight of them finally hit my tired legs, me dragging my feet paws through the dirt road as the soldiers led me towards a several stories tall building which I assumed was the fabled church of the FLC, and me without a stick of dynamite.
Accompanied by several burly men, I was ushered muzzle first into what looked like a gas chamber to the side of the entrance. I struggled as hard as I could, slamming my fists against several of the soldiers, but their sheer manpower overcame just little wolfish me. I almost conceded to fate at this point when I saw a man approach me, wearing glasses designed to look like a visor, he fully shielded with layers of protective material reminiscent of if a diving suit met a doctors outfit with the scalpels dangling from the pockets to match. He escorted me further into the chamber as my eyes grew big, the darkness enveloping both of us as I tried to think of some logical escape plan but none coming to mind.
He grabbed at one of my arms and lifted it straight into the air as the entrance began to close behind us. I struggled with him the best I could but my tiredness had finally sunk in, my morality totally nonexistent at this point as he began to undress me in the dark, me feeling his cold gloves rubbing up and down my body, my fur standing on end as to what was going on. It took me several minutes to realize that his visor must have allowed for night vision and that was how he went about his tasks.
It was no sooner than when he fully undressed me, my naked body exposed to the elements, that I felt the cold spray of some kind of mist falling onto my body from above, me trying with what strength I had left to brush it off, trying not to breath in as the worst thoughts as to what it could have been filled my mind; poison, acid, liquid mercury for all I knew.
I fell to the ground, my knees striking the floor as I let out the loudest howl I think I have performed to date. I could feel this slimy substance crawling its way around my body, finding its way into some of my most personal areas as I cried quietly to myself. This had to be the lowest moment in my life. I thought this would be the end, that this is what my life came down to, snuffed out before I could really do what I've wanted to do my whole scientific career; beat back death. I've worked my entire life towards the idea of bringing my mother back from the dead. To find some way to give her that hug I never got to when she passed away.
Fate has a funny way of giving you second chances...
A sudden blast of what smelled like water hit me as I could feel the mysterious substance leaving from my body, letting me breath a sigh of relief. I quickly orientated myself, standing up to defend myself against whatever comes next. It was then what appeared to be a powered on flashlight rolled its way towards me, giving me my first ray of hope in the last several hours. I shined the light every which way I could as I looked for a way out. It was then I heard a tiny voice off in the distance whispering the name "Chris." Immediately I realized that there was only one person alive who knows my true name and identity and not just my furry persona; Dante.
I ran towards his voice the best I could till the light finally shined on a boot of a soldier in the corner of the room, me wary of who exactly it belonged to but nonetheless steadily approaching it, a well meaning but tired fist clenched just in case. My steps moved in slow strides as I got closer and closer to the person, my heart beating like the hooves of a stallion at this point. I raised the flashlight just a bit more, to glimpse at who it might be that would help me, and found my brother standing there, arms crossed and staring at me pensively.
"You know little bro, considering I'm trying to bust you out of here you'd figure you would be a lot quicker about it. To think mom said you always had the brains, ha!" Dante laughed as I fell into his arms, the warmth of another person filling my heart with the same heat.
"Dante." I cried into his chest as my older brother rubbed his hand against the side of my face to cheer me up as he, who coincidentally is a rather muscled figure himself, hoisted me over his shoulder as I heard a gunshot and the shattering of a window right next to us, me seeing the faint light of daytime again. I could feel the rush of the wind striking every part of my naked body, my eyes still adjusting as Dante led us closer to window, looking down at me to say "I told mom I'd look after you knucklehead."
I was never so relieved to be harassed by my brother more so in my life. With his help, I was on my way to safety, back to whatever haven waited me beyond the forest surrounding the FLC compound we escaped away in to, suspiciously unnoticed...