Growing Up Fast
#2 of Modern Times
Act 6 - The Morning After
"The Court finds you guilty of 10 counts of possession, 5 counts of first-degree murder, and hear-by sentences you to 4 consecutive life terms, to be served with no chance of parole. Bailiff, take this filth from my courtroom."
No. You can't do this, I'm a rich and powerful man. I have a wife and kids. How will they survive without me?
"Your wife is coming too, I'm sure. She is just as guilty in these crimes as you, and we've got the proof for it. As for your child, he was found dead in a ravine off the side of highway 65, undoubtedly your doing."
NO! THAT WASN'T ME! I WOULD NEVER HURT MY OWN CHILD
"Bailiff, didn't I say to remove this pestilence from my sight?"
"Yes ma'arm"
Left. Right. Left. Right. It was a bed-contained tennis match veering out of bounds as the middle-aged hare topples off the side after turning a little too far. Rubbing his bloodshot eyes he mumbled to himself about nightmares and cold pizza, a lopsided pair of tattered ears bobbing in time to his slow, bathroom directed trudge. Unlike his son's snow-white plush, his own caramel colored fur had little original about it, aside from being remarkably dirty. The rest of the house didn't fare much better, empty beer cans and bottles swept haphazardly into the corners, making for the kind of makeshift walkway you might expect in a junkyard.
Justin wasn't the type to get nightmares. 6'2 with silver eyes, he had a steel will and a molten temper. Just ask the bruises on his wife's cheek, as it wasn't likely Margaret herself would betray the origins of her 'natural blemishes.' Though she was out right now. Another thing that wasn't right around here. Every night was supposed to go like this; Get the wife to make supper. Get the child to an early bedtime. Fuck the missus till it hurts her to sit. Shoot a bedtime dose of no drug in particular. Sleep all night and half the morning. Repeat.
But with Jeremy having run away, suspicions being he saw his parents 'little hobby,' the wife was out searching for him. Justin had tried to convince her that those he'd hired would leave their boy in good hands only got her all the more riled. It was the one time in his life where he felt truly afraid of his spouse, nervous she might get the idea to return all of the physical blows he'd ever laid across her bare body, and with interest no less. But nay, she just took the car, HIS car, and hasn't been back all night. 'Small price to pay for a lifetime of aspiring to be nothing more than gutter trash' he thought to himself, in one of his rare, introspective moods.
The shower flipped on, the steam already collecting in a heady sort of way near the top of the room...
Act 7 - Perish The Thought
It was seven o'clock in the morning, and while her husband moped in the shower, the fiery red brunette was feeling at the top of her game. Anytime she was away from the house, away from HIM, the whole feminist movement was her cloak and dagger. She was Zhelma and Louise, shooting a potential rapist and driving into oblivion. She was was that chick from Natural Fur Killers, who's crazy, drug-addled antics sparked controversy and public approval. She. Was. Wonder Woman.
She had been out all night, after trailing their hired hands for a half-hour the previous afternoon before deciding they were clueless and weren't going anywhere with their search. Many an occasion, she'd thought she saw Jeremy out the corner of her eye, among the neighborhood kids playing basketball, or drawing with chalk on the sidewalk. But no.. he never had been one to interact that way. The weird kid mostly kept to himself. 'What a wonderful world he must live in, to be able to ignore all that goes on under our roof.'
Little known to everyone else for the time being, she took this out of left field situation as a chance to finally free herself of the petty crime her lover confined her to. From an early start, he laid out plans of a drug empire, implying vast riches and widespread influence.. amid the other crooks at least. But he didn't research, didn't invest, and didn't strike deals with the right people. So all that they have now, could have been so much more a long time ago if it weren't for the small minded idiot.
Her little tail swoosh trembled above her skirt as she shifted in the seat. The pickup truck was one of the few possessions of Justin's that actually worked, and looked it. Glad he had spent the time on a full body cleaning just a few nights past, she sighed in the warmth of the heater, keeping the death chill of the faint snow outside at bay. A steady 30 miles an hour through downtown Chicago wasn't exactly her idea of a vacation, but you take what you're given.
Eyes fluttering heavily, she checks the time, and sighs once more. "It's probably a good idea to catch up on rest. He'd surely be asleep right now anyway so there won't be much chance of a full sight encounter," she chatted with herself, like she often did when feeling lonely at all. Pulling behind a local gas station, she drove the stick to P and killed the ignition. Seat leaning back, her paws atop the dashboard, she had restless dreams of an unsteady plan falling apart.
Act 8 - Returning Favors
"We blew it."
"No.. no we didn't. You, my friend, YOU blew it," Forn practically raged, taking every bit of his cool to remain seated atop the barstool. Before his partner could offer a rebuttal he leaned down to sip at his warm Rum 'n Coke, savoring how the two tastes melted into another with the temperature change.
"Well.. it wasn't all my fault.. you didn't have to kill that other guy."
"Just like you didn't have to kill the brat?"
"He was.. screaming.. like a little girl. I couldn't handle much of that, and so I did what I do best," Javier shrugged, sipping his own tequila.
The black clad pair had spent the night avoiding police, getting cleaned up, and basically making future battle plans. Tails at a furious twitch, both felines did have notoriously crafty minds, though it was hard to see at times, with the constant bickering they were also well known for. All but a joke in the hitman community (and yes, there was one, albeit small) they strove on with comparably cheap rates for occasionally outstanding service.
"This city is too big for us.. maybe we should move our base of operations further north," Javier suggested.
"Forget it, it's cold enough here as it is.. no need for drastic measures on account of a few missteps. We at least know what our target looks like, and his ears stand out enough to be plenty recognizable if we were to see him again."
"But that's our problem. Justin couldn't offer anything aside from 'he's just our dumb kid, get him back please.' I was honestly surprised to get a please from any of our customers. So polite.. " he trailed off and smiled a little as a looming paw raced up to smack the back of his head, the cat it was attached to scowling.
"While I'm not generally the optimistic one, I think we actually have a chance this time. We got enough of his scent too for at least a day trail. Let's just see where it leads and if after a few days of nothing but wild geese, we'll call it off, and move I suppose."
Rubbing his head, the anger bubbling in Javier quickly melted away at his partners suggestion. Seems Forn was ready to be agreeable for once today, and that already brought him to be positive as well. Paying for their drinks with hot lead, only a handful of corpses lay half in, half out of the booths leading up to the doorway. Their pools of blood ran into each other as glassy eyed couples lay juxtaposed in the most bizarre positions, almost erotic in the way their arms and necks bent backwards to touch each other. Some fingers were broken off for good measure, a bit of one unfortunate tiger's pinky bitten off, festering in a ragged stump now as some time had passed. Their stained footprints trail out of the early morning bar and down the street to deal with the meter maid police who'd already begun to tow their vehicle...
Act 9 - All In Good Fun
His maw hovered over the pig's trembling shaft, both jackal and employer nude in the back of the latter's 4x4. Tailhole was already parted with a constant stream of creamy white oozing out of it, Crovac tensing up to push more of it out and throb his aching member while he worked on the one before him.
"Well, what you waiting for, bitch?" the hog grunted, pressing a hard hoof behind the jackal's head to impale him on the hard again member, shooting a juicy gulp of pre down his throat in the process as Crovac gagged. This was not how he wanted to spend his morning, but the booty call and bonus money offer was too much to pass up. The extra income would help in his efforts in the long run as he coaxed his gag reflex away, mouthing around the base of the fleshy rod.
The sex wasn't that bad either, though he hated playing slut to the unwashed types. Especially when they insisted on ass to mouth. "Just keep thinking about the money" he thought, bobbing up and down along the stiffy, leaking his own amount of pre but knowing his customer wasn't known for pleasing as much as being pleased. 'At least he lubed up first' was the only positive he could think of, still feeling sore behind as he leaked further cum.
Before too long, he took all of a hefty bomb of pig cum into his maw, not liking the fact he could 'chew it' but swallowing down the exceptionally gross contents anyway. Wiping his drool soaked snout, the hog handed over a greasy 5000 and smiled. "You always give the best ride in town, I'll keep in touch."
And his Chevy rumbled into the distance. While a small pair of hare eyes peered through the window of the house. At his mentor's naked and oozing form. At his last hope of salvation.
Act 10 - Explanations
"So.. mister C.. what were you doing with that guy outside today?" the hare blurted, almost spraying his subject with the half-chewed eggs and potatoes that breakfast consisted of.
"What guy, little one? I think maybe the events of last night gave you some odd dreams or something.. just finish up with breakfast so we can talk about plans for the day." the jackal shifted about uneasily, maintaining his affirmative smile but barely.
Thinking how that morning's events might just be another case of 'grown-up business' the seven year old nodded blankly, getting back to his simple but still quite delicious meal. The garlic powder in the eggs really helped the taste. He normally didn't even like eggs but today was helping to change his mind, little tail wiggling happily. But the thoughts of seeing Crovac in the nude kept fluttering back to the forefront..
"I've already left an anonymous call for the police in terms of what happened at the arcade, hopefully they can catch the guys who did all that. Not sure what sort of part you play in regards to your parents little guy, but it must be a pretty big one."
"No.. maybe they just miss me and thought the police would get them in trouble"
"Yes.. maybe.." the jackal looks out the window silently, many thoughts running through his head about how he'd seen the little hare under a bridge around this exact time the day before. How he'd aided in loading his few backpacks, crammed with clothes and favorite toys. This wasn't a life for anyone, especially a child so young. How could his parents be so irresponsible?
Well.. he knew how. The dealer types seemed to always have their head so far up their dosed up ass, that there was no room for empathy or human relations. Maybe close friends to light up with, but that's about it. Petting across the young one's head he didn't notice the faint tremble which ran through his fur at each pet. He'd showered after that morning, and went out to buy groceries with the money, saving the rest in his deposit box. A good 10,000 was already saved and climbing, the jackal wanting to do something special with it all.
But just not enough yet.. getting close.. but not yet..