{"sf1_id":36536,"sf2_id":null,"title":"Redemption: Reminisce","author":"Dragonizu","words":1415,"posted_at":"2007-11-10T02:31:00.000Z","tags":["Bad Language","Compassion","Dragoness","M/F"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/36536-redemption-reminisce","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/view/36536","image_url":"https://www.sofurryfiles.com/std/thumb?page=36536\u0026ext=.jpg","description":"","content":"Many of you know me, many of you do not. It doesn't really matter much anymore. Moved to Writing.com for a while, but had a snowball's chance in Hell in a virtual sense.\nIf you are under 18 years of age, or if it is illegal to view adult material in your house and home, kindly leave now. I can't be held responsible for your actions. I am not acting in any way to send you this information; you are choosing to receive it! Continuing further means that you understand and accept responsibility for your own actions.\nAll characters and character species, storyline, and setting are my intellectual property. If any terms are violated, I will work with Yiffstar to hunt you down and make you answer for it.\n_________________\nChapter 2:\nThe night wasn't exactly quiet, the sounds that sent a warm fuzzy chill down my spine. Crickets chirping, singing that song (or whatever it was) slowly and constantly. My wing flexed back and forth as the night wore on, the grandfather clock not even working properly as it went counterclock-wise. Don't even know what it was that made me sit up and finger the bandolier that hung around my neck.\n \nTim and Hana were next door, probably having alone time. (Hint, hint.) All I knew was, it was time to leave. The door in front of me opened; the hallway was quiet as my feet ran slowly across the floor. For a moment or two, the ceiling ACTUALLY looked like it had a big EXIT sign on it. A quick opening of the door that lead to a freedom my mind could never comprehend opened up and the cool air rushed across the room and it quickly shut.\n'Venin City', eh? It seemed really familiar. The sights and sounds went to and fro the town as the nightly events started. Many couples entered into a building titled 'Blackhawke Tavern'; I was about to go in, but the big bulldog bouncer put a knobby arm right across the entrance.\n\"You got an ID, shithead?\"\nFor a moment or two, it was silent. \"ID? Sir, I am old enough to enter. 18 or over.\" I politely pointed at the sign.\n\"Kid, you look like your seventeen. You know how much money I lose because minors come in and get drunk, then go and get hit by a carriage or something?\"\n\"Very unfortunate. I do not have an ID.. But, may I at least come in and look, then just leave. You could come in with me.\" My offer seemed tempting to the dog, but he shook his head and his fangs were bared.\n \n\"No.\"\nNot wanting to have a fight with this gentleman, I bowed and merely went right AROUND the building. The exit looked tempting, but couldn't really take a chance if the bulldog made patrols. My mind suddenly thought of something, there was a key around the exit. Not wanting to know how that came to me. The dumpster was there, the key had to be somewhere..underneath in a small silver box.\nThe key was found, and worn with slime and age, but when I put it in the lock it fit perfectly. It must have been the dump area, the smell was so rancid and heavy that my eyes started to water. There was a door among all this trash, somewhere. My feet went through the muck and the rats. (Very disgusting, seeing a little green rat run around.)\n\"Watch it, buddy!\"\n\"Sorry!\"\n\"Oh my God, you killed Kenny! You bastard!\"\n\"Sorry!\"\nMy hands groped for the handle and turned it; Wasting no time to run right out of the room and shut the door behind me. My wing flicked some slime off, and retracted and folded comfortably and I walked through the halls, coming right into the main area where people were sipping their drinks.\n \nIt seemed like a huge stripjoint, the way females walked around in kinky dominatrix clothing while they brought food and alchohal. A few were going out into the upstairs bedrooms and into the bathrooms with condoms that had been bought from a vending machine near the counter. I sat on the stool next to a burly dragon.\nThis dragon has a serpentine body with a stubby, thin neck. Its scales are white, and it has a turtle-like shell on its back. On the end of its tail is a hooklike extension. This dragon has thick limbs with two digits on each foot that end in long claws. It has small wings running from its shoulders to its lower back. A row of spines runs from the base of its skull, down its back, to the tip of its tail. This dragon has a tiny mouth and has a prounounced overbite. It has one gem-like eye that is the color of fresh roses. This dragon has tiny, pointed ears. A series of tendrils extends, hair-like, from the back of its head. It's chin is very pointed, and it definately had an overbite.\n\"Bartender, lemme buy a drink for a new friend o' mine here!\" He pat a claw on my back, with the force of a cannonball, from my perspective. The bartender eyed me for a moment, and poured me a tequila on the rocks. The dragon roughly put a silver coin on the counter and shuffled out. It gave me a moment to look around. Couples were spread around, some with parties, some females were giving blowjobs to their mates and a blue dragoness winked at me from over in the opposite direction.\n \nAnger welled up in me, I hate better things to do than get fucked by a bar slut. The bartender tapped me on the shoulder and handed me a microphone. \"Wha..\" My eyes went up to a sign: Karoke Night Tonight!\n\"But sir, I can't..\" Everyone seemed to glare at me and I gulped: Sing, or be pummeled by everyone and their grandmother. No contest, I got up on the stage and frantically tried to put a song together in my head.\n\"From the top to the bottom\nBottom to top I stop\nAt the core I've forgotten\nIn the middle of my thoughts\nTaken far from my safety\nThe picture is there\nThe memory won't escape me\nBut why should I care,\nwith no fear,\nwhy are you here?\nThere's a place so dark you can't see the end\nSkies rock back and shock that which can't defend\nThe rain then sends dripping acidic questions\nForcefully, the power of suggestion\nThen with the eyes tightly shut looking thought the rust and rotten dust\nA spot of light floods the floor\nAnd pours over the rusted world of pretend\nThe eyes ease open and its dark again\nIn the memory you'll find me\nEyes burning up\nThe darkness holding me tightly\nUntil the sun rises up\n \nMoving all around\nScreaming of the ups and downs\nPollution manifested in perpetual sound\nThe wheels go round and the sunset creeps past the\nStreet lamps, chain-link, and concrete\nA little piece of paper with a picture drawn\nFloats on down the street till the wind is gone\nThe memory now is like the picture was then\nWhen the paper's crumpled up it can't be perfect again\nNow you got me caught in the act\nYou bring the thought back\nI'm telling you that\nI see it right through you,\nYou find me there,\nAND I SEE RIGHT THROUGH YOU!\"\nEveryone whistled and I got off stage. Before I got pummeled, there was a blur and I went through the muck and out the back without a word. It was more of a crack of dawn than was expected and the streets were a little more crowded. A scream got my attention, and I walked over into an alley. A couple of gangsters were ganging up on a red dragoness. Rather beautiful, the gangsters eyed the young one with lust.\n\"Hey!\"\nMy voice echoed out on its own and the duo turned around. \"Who the FUCK is he?!\" My hand grasped the bandolier of orbs and I swung a brown one. The earth opened up, and literally swallowed them. The dragoness shook and brushed herself off. \"Thanks.\" She looked up at me with great green orbs that was slightly teary.\n \nOne thing struck me at that very moment.\nIt was Garnet.\n_______\nSong is property of Linkin Park.\nRate and comment."}