Silhouette
Copyright 2002 * * *
Any and all characters used in this story a fictitious, they, in no way reflect anyone, and if they resemble the characteristics of someone, it's purely coincidental. All characters were created by me. This story contains strong language, sexual content, and violence; read at your own discretion, I will not be held accountable of the choices you make. Wither or not I write the ending to this story depends of if people enjoy it. Also, note that the "n" in Kartena is pronounced as the Spanish pronunciation, my computer's a dick and wouldn't insert it for me. If for some reason you decide to E-mail me, either for criticism or praise, don't expect a reply. [email protected]
- * * Silhouette He is unnamed. He walks the roads of blood and vengeance alone, pressing forth for a purpose no one knows of. He is full of the hatred and sadness that all of the world has cast upon him. He shows no remorse, no mercy, and no emotion in his wake. He is an army recruit, a special op forced into wars and conflicts in different parts of the world. An outcast in his field, excepted by no one, acknowledged by no one. He operates in the shadows; those unlucky enough to cross him see only his dark figure before their world ends. He stands tall, unyielding to pain and torment, his misery cast upon the world that turned its very back on him. Nevertheless, he's called upon when in its time of need. The day came when he was called into briefing; the fox stepped into the room, walking calmly past the guards at the doors before taking his seat in the middle of the room. Seconds later, a wolf entered the room, this was his commander; the guards saluted, then stepped from the room, closing the doors behind them. The fox said nothing; he sat quietly, eyes forward, tail relaxed, ears upright and alert. His commander walked past him, paws cupped behind his back, his tail straight. The fox did not rise to his feet nor salute him to show respect, he just sat there. The wolf walked to the left of a large screen on the wall directly in front of the fox, turning abruptly to him and flipping a switch on the wall. The lights dimmed, the room grew dark around them. The fox kept his gaze on the screen, lights flickered on from behind him, illuminating the screen and displaying all the info needed to carry out the procedure. "You'll be alone on this one, soldier." The wolf finally said, addressing the fox as 'soldier' instead of the names given to him by his fellow comrades. Some how, 'sadistic freak' or 'isolated prick' didn't seem fitting. His commander knows his record; this fox stays to himself in the barracks and mess hall, rarely says a word, shows little or no respect to superior authorities and has been in countless fights. If he wasn't so fit and thorough at what he does, his actions wouldn't have been tolerated and he would have been discharged long ago. The fox remained still throughout the two-hour briefing, not moving, nor blinking; at times, it was hard for the wolf to see whether he was actually breathing during the session. He was told his mission, what he was expected of, what the risks where, and that they would disavow any knowledge of his existence if he were to be caught, witch really meant nothing to the fox since they already do that with him. His mission was to infiltrate enemy territory, enter a local pub that housed somewhat important documents in its basement. It was not heavily guarded, but the fox was told to do what ever it takes to attain them. "You will be dropped off just out side of town by an underground operative in an old truck at eighteen hundred hours, exactly six hours from now." The wolf stated in closing, flipping off the switch and picking up his forms from a table next to the wall, the rooms' lights changed back to normal and the presentation went away. He walked up to the fox, who was still staring at the screen, and handed him a small vanilla folder; he took it and flipped it open. "You'll have four hours before the truck returns, though, you shouldn't need more then an hour or two to complete the mission. You must be at the rendezvous at the end of that time or you'll have to remain in enemy territory longer then needed, and that'll just heighten the risk of being detected." He said, cupping his paws again, walking around the fox as he studied the papers. It contained identification, in case asked for, and small papers listing the files needed and where they were. "Sources indicated that the guards shift posts every four hours, starting at sixteen hundred. If for some reason or another you were to take out a guard, you must be out before the guard would be found missing." The wolf said, stopping when he was in front of the fox; he turned his head to him, watching him flip through the papers. He knew this fox was going to kill someone, though he wouldn't go out of his way to do so, he would if anyone trifled or threatened him in any way, and that would most likely happen, considering the way he carries out his orders. "Follow me, soldier" the wolf said as he led the way to the door. The fox slipped the papers back into the folder and got up to follow. They walked through the door and down the hall, the two guards at the door stiffened and saluted as the wolf walked by, he returned a somewhat non-excited salute back. They continued down the hall toward a door marked "Armory". Two guards stood at the door, saluting the commander as they approached, the commander saluted back. They stopped in front of the door and one of the guards, a cheetah, started to reach for the knob, but the wolf held up his paw and the cheetah returned to his position. They stood there, silently, the wolf waiting for the fox to open the door for him, but the fox just stared at the door. The wolf turned his head and looked into his eyes, seeing that he wasn't going to move; he knew that, for some reason, the fox saw no superiority in him; ranks, commanders, colonels, janitors; these titles meant nothing to him, they were all the same in his eyes. The wolf knew he wasn't stupid, just ignorant; he scored the highest in both physical and intelligence tests, including problem solving, so a simple door wouldn't cause such puzzlement. "Son." The commander started, motioning for the cheetah to continue, he leaned over and opened the door. "You really should show respect to your commanding officer". He said, stepping inside the room, the fox followed, the two guards watched the fox as he walked past, the cheetah closed the door behind them. In the room, weapons of every type lined the walls on racks; assault rifles, shot guns, automatics, pistols; cases sat neatly stacked about the floor, their contents marked on their sides. On a table in the middle of the room sat a medium sized, silver suitcase. The wolf walked up to it and popped it open. Within sat a disassembled berretta, two extra clips, a silencer attachment, and a box of bullets containing forty rounds. "This will be your weapon," the wolf said, stepping to the side and motioning for the fox to come forward, which he did. Stepping up to the case, he picked up the parts of the berretta and began to assemble it, slipping the barrel onto its base, snapping it together and slipping the pin into place. The wolf watched him, hesitating. "This will be sufficient enough," he said, still watching him, "you won't need that.. eh-hem.. Knife of yours." He said, looking down at the fox's hip where the knife its self rested. The fox pulled the slide on the gun back then released, it snapped with a clink. The knife was more like a shot sword, its long blade stuck out seven inches, a claw like paw guard curved down the front. The curved blade was razor sharp and three sharp spikes lined the back on the knife. The wolf knew he was going to take it any way, he didn't know why he even bothered saying no. The fox screwed on the silencer and slipped the box of bullets and mags into his pockets, then slipped the berretta down into the back of his pants, its' cold metal pressing against his fur. The two left the room, the guards saluted once again but the wolf didn't even bother responding. They continued down the hall, stopping of at the barracks so the fox could gather his things he needed, then heading to the motor pull, passing workers and other military personnel; the fox continued looking straightforward until they reached the doors, where they stopped. "Good luck, soldier." The wolf said, looking at him and offering his paw for a handshake of good luck. The fox just turned his head and looked at him blankly. The wolf looked at him for a moment then with drawled his offer, the fox looked away; pushing through the doors, he walked towards the old truck parked at the other end, passing between parked jeeps and other trucks. The wolf watched him as he hopped into the bed, the truck drove off, shooting down the road, kicking up rocks and dirt as they passed through the gates. -Time: eighteen hundred hours (6 pm) The old truck slid to a stop just outside of Saportion, a small town at the foot of Fananda Mountain, deep behind enemy lines. Rain was pouring down; beads of water bounced off the fox's black trench coat and brimmed hat as he hopped out of the back, his boots slammed into the ground, sinking a little. He trudged through the mud as he walked across the road; the truck pulled away and drove off into the night. The fox looked about, taking in his surroundings as he approached the town entrance. Several military vehicles and personnel littered the area, barley any civilians walked the streets. The fox continued, then stopped and turned to his right, facing the pub. He stepped through the doors, his muddy boots thudding against the hard wood floor as he stepped in, taking three steps before stopping. The fox stood there, eyeing the room, his hat completely blocked the light from illuminating his face, only the tip of his muzzle was visible; his paws rested at his sides and his tail was in a stiff position, his ears poised back. Eleven soldiers sat at their tables, chugging their beer and swapping stories based on either killing the enemy or how hot the chick was they fucked the other night. The room was quite large; the ceiling was high up, rafters protruded from it and the walls, held together with large bolts. Eight circular tables sat at the sides, the bar was straight across the room, various amounts of liquor lined the shelves, a panther pouring drinks at the taps. The fox approached the bar, behind it was a wall that ended in a balcony; to the right was the stairs that led there. He sat down, his arms resting on the table; he knocked on the hard wood twice, signaling the bartender that he had cash. The panther looked over, setting his washcloth down as he walked over to the fox. "What can I get ya?" He asked, leaning forward on the countertop, trying to see the fox's face, but to no prevail. "Vodka," the fox murmured, "leave the bottle." he said, sliding his paw around his ass to his back pocket for his wallet, making sure to keep the berretta concealed. He pulled his wallet out and slipped out two twenties. He looked at the stairs and followed them up to the balcony with his eyes; he couldn't see what else was up there. He considered the situation; since there were no other doors in the room, he thought, and this type of building doesn't have an outer access to the basement, the basement stairs must be upstairs, he concluded as the bartender sat down his vodka and shot glass next to him. However, there was just one problem, he noted, looking at the foot of the stairs where a orange, black spotted serval sat, blocking access to the upper section. The fox picked up the glass, rolling it between his fingers before picking up the vodka. He poured it slowly, watching it swish around in his glass, a little spilling onto the counter. He sat the bottle down, holding the glass to his lips; he leaned back and gulped it down, then sat the glass on the counter. The fox sat back, looking at the balcony again, but noticing something different this time. Leaning at the rail right in front of him was a beautiful otter, her long tail wrapping around the railing pole as she looked over the room. All the soldiers began shouting catcalls when they saw her, the fox just kept his gaze right on her. Her tight, dark purple dress flowed straight to the ground; it showed of her curves in quite a way. The fox couldn't help but comment on how sexy she was to himself. She looked around, then down at him. She stared at him, trying to determine what he was but unable to see his face with that hat on and the trench coat he wore, its long sleeves covered his arms and the back showed only the tip of his tail. She unwrapped her tail from the pole and walked along the railing, sliding her paw along the banister as she went. Reaching the stairs, she took her steps slowly, keeping her paw on the rail; the fox followed her all the way down. She came upon the soldier sitting on the bottom step, he looked up and when he saw her, he jumped to his feet and let her pass. She stepped past him and walked toward the fox, the soldier checked out her ass as she walked. She came to him and sat down, when she did, all the soldiers moaned and cussed at their loss. "Hi." she said, still trying to see his face. He just looked at her, formulating a plan that would require her 'participation'. "Hello." He said back, tilting his hat to her. "Why don't you remove that so I can see your face?" she asked, pointing to it. "I'd rather not" "Why?" she asked, crossing her arms "I have my reasons." "Oh, a mystery man, are we?" she smiled, "I like mysterious guys." She giggled. The fox smiled, finding a way to get upstairs. He knocked on the counter and the panther came over. "Yes?" he asked, drying a shot glass in his paws. "Can we get a second glass for the lady?" The fox asked. The panther nodded and put the glass he was drying on the counter. "Don't worry, its clean." He said with a smile, then turning when he heard another costumer call. The fox pulled the glass closer and poured her a shot, the otter surprised that he bought her a drink. "What is your name?" she asked, taking the glass. "Kartena." the fox said, giving his false name. "Kartena." She echoed, sniffing her drink before downing it. The fox watch as she gulped it down a sat down the glass. "I take it you've had vodka before." He said with a smile, she turned back to him and smiled. "What's your name?" he asked "Sonya." She replied. "Sonya? That's a pretty name." He said, pushing the glasses and vodka off to the side since they wouldn't be having any more of that. "So, do you own this bar?" the fox asked "Yep, for five years now." She said, looking around the place. "Wow" the fox exclaimed, placing his paws on his lap, "you've kept it up quite well" he said. "Thanks" she replied, turning to him. She eyed his white, fur tight shirt that showed off his chest for a second, then looking back up to his face. The fox saw her pass her glance and smiled. "You're quite beautiful." the fox said bluntly, watching as her ears twitched, she turned her head in slight embarrassment. "Why thank you," she said, running her paw over here ear before turning back to him, "I'd return the compliment, but you're mostly concealed. When do I get to see what you look like under there?" she asked, placing her paw on his leg and rubbing it. The fox looked down at her paw, enjoying her touch. He didn't say anything, just putting his paw over hers and stroking it, rubbing into her fur in a way that caused her shiver. She smiled, knowing what he wanted by his touch; it was the same thing she wanted. She stood up with his paw in hers and led him toward the stairs, the soldier saw them coming and got up again. "Keep the change" the fox called to the panther as she led him up the stairs. At the top, he saw three doors, and a hall to the right. She led him down the hall, where there were more doors and a flight of stairs leading down. She stopped at the door two doors away from the stairs; she opened it and the two stepped in. Inside was a simple, square room; a bookshelf leaned against the wall, a bed in the far corner, and a computer on a desk on the opposite wall of the bookshelf and a single bulb hanging from the ceiling, a small window in the middle of the wall with a lovely view of the wall of the building next door. The rain had stopped; just a light mist could be seen through the window. The fox stayed by the door, slipping off his boots while Sonya walked slowly toward the bed, when he looked up, he got a nice, long look at her ass. The fox leaned up and flipped off the light, he walked up behind her and placed his arms around her stomach while he kissed the back of her neck. He ran his paws back around her and began to undo the latches on her dress, he felt her tail twisting around his leg; her tail was quite strong, he thought as he worked his way down. He began to suckle at her neck, causing her to moan slightly as a shiver ran down her spine. With all the latches unclipped, he moved his paws up her sides and onto her shoulders, sliding the dress off her body, and over her tail; it fell to the floor as he put his paws around her again, brushing her fur lightly. She cooed to him and turned around, her bare fur shown to him through the darkness. She reached up with her paw and touched the side of his face, brushing his cheek as she pressed up for a kiss, stepping up on the tips of her toes to reach him. They kissed; the fox rubbed her sides as she wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling herself closer. She took his hat off and dropped it, opening her eyes slightly to see who she was giving herself to, but she could only make out his outline. Her paws came around and she stripped him of his trench coat. As it fell to the floor in a pile, the fox removed a paw from her side and reached around to his back, for his berretta. He slowly pulled it out and paused, he didn't want to harm her, or risk a struggle that could discharge a round into a wall. He thought for a second, then dropped the gun, it landed silently on his trench coat. Sonya grabbed the ends of his shirt and pulled it up and over his head and ears, flinging it to the side. Her paws then traveled over his chest and down the font of his stomach, slipping into his pants. He pushed into her slightly, moving his paws down the small of her back and past her tail. She yipped loudly as he slipped past the crack of her ass; she pulled her paws form his pants, switching to the front and worked the buttons off, his pants falling to the ground. He pulled her close by her ass, pressing his fully erect cock against her, its pulsating warmth against her made her groan, grabbing him around his waist and pulling herself as close to him as she could. He lifted her leg, exposing her opening to his member as he licked at her throat. As she moaned, the fox slipped his foot under his pants and tossed them closer to the bed. He pushed her slightly and laid her down on the bed, rubbing her thigh with his paw as he pressed his cock against her clit, causing her to groan louder and louder, until he finally entered her. She yipped in pain and pleasure, digging her feet into the bed covers and pushing away. He leaned over her and kissed at her chest and neck, rubbing his paw back up her side and down again as she breathed heavily. She rubbed her paw down her belly, reaching the site where her body was penetrated. She grasped his cock as he pushed in and out of her, squeezing him tightly. The fox yipped when she did so, stretching his back as he pushed deeper. She wrapped her arms around his heaving back, clawing and gripping at his fur, moaning loudly. Her tail curled and wrapped around his leg, squeezing it. As he heaved into her, his paw left her once again, reaching down the side of the bed to his pants. He licked at her throat while he turned the pants over, searching for something. She kept clawing at his back, moaning and groaning as he slipped in and out of her. His paw passed over his pants, then brushing against that to witch he was looking for; his paw gripped it, his thumb unlatched it and he slid it from its sheath. The long blade reflected what little moonlight made it through the window; Sonya was too engulfed in her deep, passionate moaning and pleasure to notice the impending threat reflecting its self on the ceiling. The fox brought it up slowly, waiting for the right moment. He then pushed himself deep within her, she collapsed around his cock as an orgasm hit, causing her to lean her head back and stretch her neck, moaning loudly. In that instant, the fox brought it up and pressed it against her throat. Sonya's eyes opened when she felt the cold, stinging pressure on her neck. "What the...?!" she said, trying to set up; but when she did, the fox slipped his paw over her mouth, holding her down and pressing her head back, keeping her neck taunt and his knife pressed against it. She tried to scream, but her words muffled by his paw; she flailed about, punching his sides and face, pulling at his thigh with her tail with all her strength, but he didn't move. "Lay still" he whispered into her ear, tilting the knife on its side and brushed it against her fur, the cold feeling caused her to cease in her struggles. The fox withdrew himself from her, precum dripped from the tip of his cock and onto her fur as he left the warmth of her body; it softened after a few moments, then slipped back into its sheath. Sonya breathed heavily, her passion and ecstasy leaving her as she looked up at him, still unable to see his face. "Now, Sonya..." he started, speaking in a soft, calm voice, "the metal you feel at you throat can slit your esophagus wide open with little effort..." he said, moving the knife around her throat. She stiffened; tears ran down the side of her face, she whimpered helplessly. "If you make a sound, a noise, anything to draw attention to this room, your world will end." He said sternly, looking into her frightened eyes. She cried, the sheets quickly soaking her tears as they strewn down the sides of her face, but her muffled sobs stayed within the walls of the dark room. "I'm going to get off you," the fox said, slipping his knife from her, "now, when I release you, you will stay silent. You scream, you die; it's that simple. Don't think anyone would make it here in time to save you." The fox said, removing his knife from her and she relaxed slightly. "Are we clear?" the fox asked, still holding her down. She nodded, still crying a little. The fox leaned up and slowly removed his paw from her mouth, waiting to she if she had a death wish. Sonya did nothing; she just lay there, naked, terrified, and crying. The fox sat on top of her, seeing that she was going to be a good little otter. "Calm yourself" he said, trying to comfort her, "I won't hurt you as long as you keep your word," he said, sliding over her and off the bed. She didn't move, confusion was starting to set in. "..wh..why?" she asked, her voice shaky and low, her gaze upon the ceiling. The fox looked down at her, he said nothing. She rolled over onto her side and held herself up. "Why did you do this, Kartena?" she asked again, a little louder. "My name's not Kartena" he said, "and I told you to keep silent!" he almost yelled, but catching himself. "Then who are you?" she asked, still trying to see him. She knew he was a fox, that was easy to determine when she had touched his face during their moments of passion "I am no one," he said, picking up his pants and shirt and pulling them on, tucking in his shirt tightly, then slipping his knife back into its sheath. "No one knows me, no one sees me, not even you know what I look like." he said with a slight snicker. "I know you're a fox." She said quietly. "You still know nothing." He said. "Then what are you doing here?" she demanding, sitting up and hanging her legs over the edge of the bed. The fox bent over and picked up his berretta, she saw it and recognized its shape in the darkness. She eeped and slid back on the bed, pressing hard against the wall. The fox looked at her, taking the gun and holding it up to his face, looking at it; he heard a slight whimper escape her throat. "I could have just shot you.. in the back... when you walked toward the bed." He said, looking down at her. "Then this would have ended right there, and I could have been on my way." He said, slipping the gun into his pants where it belonged. "Why didn't you?" she asked, easing up off the wall. "Because I didn't want to." He said, leaning over and picking up his trench coat. Sonya looked down at the bed, questions still buzzing inside her. "You just wanted to fuck, that's why you didn't kill me," she said sternly, "you sick bastard..." she said, pressing her luck. The fox slipped his trench coat on and turned to her, approaching the bed. She pressed against the wall again, gripping the bed sheets in her paws and turning her head away. He kneeled on the bed, crawling across the covers and leaning right up to her face; she gulped and held her breath. "...If I just wanted to fuck you," he said right into her ear, moving his paw in circles over her leg; she stiffened, pushing harder into the wall. "I wouldn't have stopped in the middle of your orgasm..." he said, smiling and pushing away from her and off the bed. She turned to him, she saw that he could just kill her and cease her questioning. "I'm leaving now" the fox said, grabbing his boots, "If guards become aware of my presence, and if I know that I did nothing to make my self known..." he stopped tying them and looked up at her through the darkness, "I will assume you gave me away, and you'll be the first I kill" he said, standing up, "and know this, no mater where you go, no matter where you hide, I can and will find you." He said, walking towards the door, swiping his hat off the floor on his way. She looked down, trying to think of something to say to keep him there. "Is this another one of your threats?" she asked, looking up, but he was gone. She got up and went to the door; peeking out, she saw nothing. She shut the door and flipped on the lights, contemplating what she should do. She felt that she should believe his threats. She leaned against the door and slid down, pulling her legs close and hugging them. "He was nice," she thought, "besides the fact that he threatened to kill me." She still felt attracted to him, even after what happened; there was just something about him. "But he's the enemy," she thought, staring blankly at the wall. "Damn" she said to herself, lightly punching the door, "I hate love" she sighed and rested her had between her legs, hugging them tight. She then started laughing silently to her self, raising her head as she giggled. "His fur" she said with a smile, rubbing her legs with a paw, "it's black." The fox stepped through the door at the bottom of the stairs, walking into a long, narrow corridor that had two doors mid way and another door at the end. The fox shut the door behind him, easing it softly into its latch, then walking down the corridor, past the two doors. As he proceeded down the hall, a wolf stepped from one of the side doors, turning his head and seeing the fox. "Hey, what are you doing down here?" the soldier asked. The fox's ear twitched, but he kept his calm stride. The wolf turned and followed him, placing his paw over his pistol. "I'm talking to you!" He said loudly, rushing up behind the fox and grabbing him by the shoulder. The fox pulled away and turned around quickly, grabbing the wolf by the throat and slamming him against the wall. The wolf squirmed, thumping his boots against the wall and clawing at the fox's paw, trying to pry himself free of his grasp, but the fox's paw would not give. He tried to reach for his weapon, but he couldn't feel it in his holster. The fox pushed him upward, his back sliding against the wall as he got closer to the ceiling. The fox's paw grasped around his esophagus, crushing it slowly. The wolf rushed his paw back up, desperately clawing at the fox as he took his last breaths of life; in a final attempt to live, his fist flew and landed a hit on the side of the fox's face, his head jerked to the side as the wolf connected, knocking his hat off; he was barely stunned by the blow. The wolf looked down upon him, the fox's black fur stood before his eyes. The wolf gasped, his eyes rolled back in his head, his arms dropped to his sides, and his tail twitching then hung limp between his legs; his world went black. The fox looked into the whites of his eyes, then released him. The body of the wolf collapsed to the ground, slumping to the side. The fox picked him up by the feet and dragged him over to the door he came out of. Pushing the door open with his butt, he dragged him in to the dark room; the pungent odor in the air suggested a latrine. The fox dragged the body in front of a stall, and dropped his legs; setting the wolf's gun on his chest, he had removed it when he slammed the wolf against the wall. The fox left the room and continued down the hall, picking up his hat when he came to it; slipping it on as he approached the door at the end of the corridor. He opened it cautiously before stepping in; he looked inside, searching for guards, but seeing none. Stepping in, he study his surroundings; the room was small, a desk in the corner, tons of papers and folders strewn about the floor, two over head lights, and two doors in opposite corners across the room, one marked "Record Room", the room he wanted. The fox walked across the room, keeping his paw poised at his side. His ear twitched when something behind him moved. "Who the fuck are you?!" yelled a voice from behind; the fox stopped and turned his head to see a puma stepping from the other room; the fox knew this wasn't going to be clean. The soldier went for his gun, the fox ran for him, grabbing the pumas gun as he brought it up in defense; the fox pulled him to the right while slipping his paw from under his trench coat. In an instant, it was over. The fox stood behind the soldier, holding the puma's weapon in one paw, his knife in the other, blood running down the blade and dripping from the tip into a small puddle on the floor. The puma clutched at his throat, his blood pouring down his chest, soaking through his newly pressed uniform and into his fur. Gurgling sounds pushed through the blood pouring through the fresh slit across his throat as he tried to form words, but only blood made it through his mouth. Out of the record room bursts a coyote. "Irous, what the hell is going on in here?!" he yelled, turning to see his comrade fall to his knees, his blood spilling to the floor at the sudden jerk; the puma looked up at the coyote, his eyes glossy and blood all over him, he then fell forward with a thud, a low, rasping noise escaped him as a thick, red pool accumulated around his head. The coyote looked up at the fox, then at his blood stained knife he held, his eyes wide with horror and anger; he went for his gun. The fox dropped the pistol as he switched paws with the knife, running his free paw over his back and clutched the berretta, pulling it from his pants as he turned toward the soldier, his trench coat lifted up from the motion as he turned, his arm straight and gun pointing at the coyote before he could draw his weapon, the puma's gun struck the floor at the fox's feet; his finger brushed the trigger, then squeezed. A single bullet shot through the air, its shell ejecting from the pistol as it penetrated the soldiers skull, slicing through and exiting his cranium, only to burrow into the wall behind followed by a spray of blood and brain matter that coated the wall in a red mist. The coyote fell back, striking the wall with his back and head, sliding down and leaving a blood streak as he slumped to the floor. The fox holstered his berretta, stepping over the puma and past the coyote as he entered the record room. Inside was a table, a chair, and three filling cabinets; the one he needed was on the right. He approached it, slid it open and started thumbing through the files within. He found the two files he needed, slamming the cabinet shut, he rushed to the door, but stopped when a crash came from the other room. "Holy shit!" Someone yelled, finding the little mess the fox made. The fox stepped to the door, gripping the doorframe as he peered into the room. The serval from the bar stood at the door, a shocked expression on his face. The fox pulled out his berretta, stepping from the room and aiming for the serval who hadn't seen him yet; he turned to the hall and yelled. "Intruder! Intruder in the records room!" He yelled, pulling his 9mm out and cocking it; he turned and saw the fox standing there, pointing his gun at him. They both were too late, the serval was about to die, and the fox had been compromised. The fox fired once, then twice, hitting the serval in the heart and in the head. He staggered back and tripped over his feet, brushing against the wall as he stuck the ground, blood pouring from the holes in his shirt and skull, forming a puddle at his side. The fox rushed to the door and pressed against the wall, his gun pointing down as he turned the corner; where two soldiers armed and ready waited, prepared to free him of all the pain and torment he's suffered throughout his life. The panther ran to Sonya's door, pounding hard on it till she opened up. "What?" she asked, still nude; she had been sitting at the door all this time. The panther was about to say something, but paused when her saw her. "Th.. They caught an intruder!" he finally managed to say, pointing down the hall toward the bar. "What?!" she cried, pushing him out of the way and stepping into the hall. "Ya!" he said, trying to push her back in for the sake of her dignity, "and it was that guy you took up here!" He cried, arms failing about in an exciting manner; she looked at him, her eyes wide. "He was trying to obtain some info from the records room! He killed four soldiers down there! Your lucky he didn't kill..." he was interrupted when she slammed the door in his face. She ran to her desk and flung open the top left drawer, throwing things out of it, frantically searching for something. When she found it, she ran back to the door, grabbing her bathrobe from its' hook on the way out. She stepped through the doors of the pub and into a small crowd gathered around a prison truck, booing and hissing. The rain had stopped, the ground was still slick as she pushed through the spectators to the inside, and she saw him. The fox was handcuffed, chained, and being led to the truck by two soldiers. He was stripped of all his clothing and positions, except for his black pants. One guard held his chains and the other carried a black duffel bag that contained his things. As he past, he lifted his head and turned to her. His black fur stood out as heavy lights beamed down upon the scene, she looked deep into his dark blue eyes, seeing his face for the first time. His gaze upon her was soft and comforting, telling her that she was free, she would not see him again and would no longer have to worry about his threats against her. However, what she did next sealed her fate, considered treason in the eyes of her country, but she carried it out without a seconds thought. She pushed past the guards keeping the snarling crowed at bay and ran to him, wrapping her arms around his neck and kissing him passionately, swapping fluids within his mouth as she rubbed his bare chest in circles, pressing his fur with her paw. He kissed back with out thinking, trying to hold her, but couldn't with his paws in shackles. Their kiss was broken abruptly, the two soldiers pulling them apart and throwing the fox into the truck, they hopped in and the doors slammed shut. Two other soldiers grabbed her by the arms, incarcerating her for treason, a sentence that called for execution. She watched as the truck pulled away, taking him out of her life. -Two miles south of Saportion The truck drove down the desolate dirt road, inside, the fox sat on a cold, metal bench. Light shown through the grid windows of the truck, passing over his black fur as they bumped along the isolated road. The two guards sat across from him, one was a gray jackrabbit, grasping a shotgun in his paws as he stared at the fox, his eyes full of rage, he was clearly pissed. The other was a skunk, sitting in the corner of the enclosure; next to him was the black bag. After a while the skunk picked up the bag and sat it up the bench next to the rabbit, he unzipped it and started to rummage through its contents. The fox sat straight, staring back at the rabbit, his paws chained on his lap, his ankles to the bar of the bench. The skunk stopped digging and removed the fox's knife, unsheathing it from its leather sheath, the dried blood still clung to the blade. The rabbit looked over at it; looked at the blood strewn across its edge. He then took from the skunk and studied it. "So.." he started, rubbing the blood off the blade with his paw, "you yourself killed four guards.. You skinny piece of shit" he said, looking up at the fox. The fox smiled, laughing a little at the rabbit, who grew angrier. The rabbit motioned to the skunk, who then stood up, picking up the shotgun and walked over to the fox; he brought it up and smashed the butt of the gun across his face, sending his head twisting to the right violently; blood ran down from his nose when he turned back. He looked up at the rabbit and smiled again, the rabbit, still pissed, motioned again and the skunk struck him once more. His head didn't move as badly this time, but he spit out a tooth. As it hit the floor, both the rabbit and the skunk watched it as it bounced under the bench, pleased with the damage done. The fox took this moment to spit something else out, witch landed in his paw. The two soldiers turned back to the fox, the skunk holding onto the shotgun, ready to do it once more. "You fucker..." the rabbit said, tightly grasping the knife. The fox coughed, blood sprayed onto the rabbit, the fox laughed aloud as the rabbit stood up, whipping the blood off; the skunk slammed the shot gun against the fox's throat, pressing him against the cold surface of the wall. The fox gasped, taking in small amounts of air as the skunk pushed harder, the fox could feel his throat giving in to the pressure. The skunk released and the fox fell forward, leaning over and coughing up more blood onto the floor. The rabbit motioned for the skunk to sit down, which he did. The rabbit then sat down, leaning forward with his arms resting on his legs, the knife still in his paws, pointing up. The fox leaned up; blood soaking into his fur and seeping from the corners of his mouth. He looked straight at the rabbit, then at the knife. "And this is the knife you used to kill Irous." The rabbit said, gripping the knife tightly in anger. The fox smiled and nodded, "yes.." he said, then leaned forward, "And that's the knife I'm going to kill you with" he said, looking straight into the rabbits eyes. The rabbit looked at him and the position he was in and laughed. "And how do you propose to do that in the situation you're in?" he asked, still laughing at the fox's claim. The skunk looked over at the fox, not seeing how he could escape his restraints. The fox laughed along with the rabbit, leaning back with his eyes closed tightly; the rabbit continued to laugh, still leaning over. The foxs eyes opened suddenly and he ceased his laughter; then, with all his strength, kicked the rabbit's paws, the shackle that once bounded his ankle to the bench slipped off; the impact sent the knife straight up and through the rabbit's throat, spearing through his esophagus and spinal cord. The skunk stared in disbelief as the rabbit gulped hard, blood seeping through his slightly opened mouth. He then fell forward, his grip left the handle of the knife as he struck the floor, its' tip protruding through the back of his neck. His blood splattered to the floor, slipping into the grids of the metal as the fox stood up, the rest of his shackles slipping off. He turned to the skunk who was still in shock, fumbling with the shotgun in an attempt to stop the fox, but the fox grabbed it and slammed it into the skunk's throat, crushing him against the wall, pressing harder then the skunk did. The skunk gasped, pulling on the shotgun, clawing at it. The fox stared into his captive's frightened eyes, they pleaded for him to stop, to let him live; but the fox wouldn't. He leaned hard into the shotgun and turned it vertically at the same time, causing the bones in the skunk's neck to yield to the pressure and snap, echoing through the small room as they displaced. The skunk fell limp as the fox released, sliding down the wall, striking the bench and landing at the fox's feet. The fox pushed every thing back into the black bag and zipping it up. He walked up to the rabbit's body and flipped him over with his foot. The rabbit's eyes stared blankly at the ceiling as he rolled over, blood soaking into his gray fur around his throat and mouth. The fox leaned over and pulled the knife from his throat, the blade rubbed against the broken bones of his neck as his head lifted, then fell as it left. The fox sheathed it and stepped over the body, walking over to the doors as he strapped the knife back to his side. He unlatched them and pushed them open, presenting the moving road beneath. He decided to leave the driver alone, leaving him to try and explain how the p.o.w killed the two soldiers and escaped with out his knowledge. The moon shown through the doors as they opened, casting its light upon the fox and illuminating the inside of the truck. The fox turned and look at the floor under the bench where he sat; laying in the blood of the rabbit was the handcuff key he used to escape; the key that was pushed into his mouth when Sonya had kissed him. He went over and picked it up, the blood sticking to his fur as he rotated it between his fingers. He knew he felt for her, that he wanted to hold her, to touch her, to be with her again; he may have been a rebel, a badass all his life who cared for no one and let no emotions get to him, but she also saved his life at the expense of her own, which made his decision even easier. He smiled to himself and grabbed the bag and shotgun, then turned to the opened doors; he looked into the darkness, then leaped.