Testimony of a Killer- Chapter 1

Story by Ragdoll on SoFurry

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Disclaimer and Authors' Notes: This is a joint written fic. Yes, it's under one author's sn, but it's a joint effort. 50/50 credit. Please leave a review. Also, let it be known up front that this is to be a very dark fic. Death, blood and gore, non con, etc will all be featured at some point or another in the fic. Also, this is NC-17 for slash m/m loving, mpreg or male pregnancy, and furry themes. Don't whine if our fic gives you nightmares. Now, the yummy wet dreams and fantasies, you can blame us for. Your authors are Darth Lotean(Darth Mara on Yiffstar) and Ragdoll, respectively. Now then, on with the show.

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Testimony of a Killer

Chapter One

By Darthlotean

A.K.A "The kid"

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There he was... Another dead fur lying in his bed, his face an eternal monument to the last moments of agony that were his life before I ended it with one shot of cold steel between his eyes. I lit up a cigarette while I laid on his couch, the blue fabric stained with blood. The cig helped the adrenaline flow out of me as I looked around the small one bedroom hideaway. Save for the bloodstains that now dominated the whiteish yellow paint this guy used for color, it was a nice set up, especially at this time in the afternoon. A little home away from home so this fox's mate and three kits wouldn't find out about his penchant for whores, male or female, and cheap wine, when he wasn't being good old dad at home... You could tell the cheap wine from the expensive by the smell, or at least I could. I sighed deep feeling the breeze from the air-conditioner above my head wash over my nude body. It was a good feeling but I wasn't in the mood for anything "good" right now. I was really thinking about those three kits, if you could call them kits anyway. His daughters looked like they were all grown up and ready for whatever prom or school event that was the biggest thing in their lives. Meanwhile, his son could probably take me out back and beat me senseless. That is, if he could ever find me and know that I did this horrible deed.

-sigh- Who would tell them how and why their father died? They'd certainly leave out certain little details. Well, I hope they would anyway, about their dad being raped while he was slowly being slashed to pieces then shot in his own no tell hideaway. Certainly leaving out the part about how they all had a half sibling, a half brother from what I heard from his mother, who contracted me for this job. She wanted him to suffer and suffer plenty, and that's exactly what she got. I even had pictures to illustrate this fact. Sure, I feel bad, but it's two hundred thousand bucks. Who am I to question that kind of money...? It wasn't my question. It was the question of his mate and kits, their faces when they found out the who, what and where of his death. Well, if they ever did. This place was out in the styx, a real hideaway, for one purpose and one purpose only; to please the dead fur that lay in his bed in the center of the room. I get up and go outside still in my birthday suit. Its not like anyone hasn't, or dreamed of anyways, seeing a semi built, nude male skunk walking out of a house before.

I pop the trunk of my car and take out my tools to hide all this... Lets see; gasoline, bleach, gloves, saw, ice, mini trunk and towels. Yep, I had everything I needed. Now, to get to work. I had set everything in a nice big grocery bag before I took it in for any of those onlookers I mentioned. They'd see nothing but a nude skunk taking groceries into an anonymous house. Nothing much to see... Maybe I was a delivery person... yea that's it. I delivered groceries to this guy... Naked... What? Whatever gets me paid right? I was early if he didn't receive them around this time, and if he already got his supplies if my questioner knew the deceased inside. While I was bleaching the walls, the sheets and the floor I couldn't help but think about the fur who had to tell those kits what had happened to their dad, and couldn't help feeling guilty for that poor sap and the family I just ruined... No... Think of the money, stupid. Think of the easy living that two months of waiting and pretending to be a "boi" toy, whoring yourself out on the street to get to this point, would bring. Think of how nice it would be to finally see that place you've always wanted to go...

-sigh- But something told me he didn't deserve to die like that... That he didn't deserve to be a bloody shadow of his former self, his tail hole bleeding out as much as the cuts on his face, chest, arms, and legs. Then again, nobody deserved to die quite like I killed this fur; nobody. I finished bleaching the walls and floor. Now, it was saw time. I only get blood on the blankets and floor as I cut him up into little pieces and fit him in the mini trunk, after filling that up with ice. I didn't want this guy rotting in my trunk on his way to his final resting place. I would never get the smell out of my car then. I was going to a pre dug grave in the forest just north of here to dump my cargo. Nobody would see me. Nobody cared but the feral animals and they just wanted the meat inside what I was burying.

Eventually they would find this place, burned beyond recognition maybe the blood stains bleached and burned, maybe even the body severely rotten and decayed along with the trunk probably falling apart from its contents. Maybe the shell casing I threw in there would give it away... no.. That was just the murder weapon, my old forty five, "Gabriel" nothing was too specific about her, only that he was the best gun I had. Though, if they did find it, I would have to get another weapon and a new name. "Hirril" sounded nice.

That's when I think I see "her" No... No. Not now... Not now... Where are my pills? I just nee... When I blink again, she's gone. -phew- I really just need my pills. I cant find them in my clothes, so they must be in the car; the good old black, ninety seven, honda accord... I calm down and set a fire in a trash can in the kitchen, kicking it in the path of a set trail of flammable liquid leading to the most flammable parts of the house, after I got done with the gas cans I brought in. The bedroom and the basement go up first, and I leave when it starts to catch, hefting the mini trunk into my car first and then what remained of my tools. The ones that weren't meant to burn up in this fire, anyway. Then, I get in and casually drive off. Another successful job and more months of good living... I slow down and look for my pills where I usually kept them, then almost get into an accident looking in the not so usual places. Then it hits me as "she" appears in my passenger seat, after I hear the "fuck you, dumb ass!!!" screamed in my direction from the fur I almost hit.

"I think they're at home. The pills you almost had a head on collision for, I mean. You know, the ones that keep you from seeing me..." She was a panda femme. A beautiful female. Just beautiful. I couldn't remember much about her now, only that she worked for the Chinese triad before she botched a job in Indonesia. I was in china at the time and was asked to, well, work my magic on her... I was asked to chop off her arms and show them to her before I cooked the meat and fed them to her dying body before I shot her. I have pictures of that still. It wasn't a traditional triad hit, but I had friends in all kinds of places back then. She appeared to me, as I saw her before I went to work. She's as beautiful as a supermodel... no even more beautiful, goddess quality. "So lets see... that's what? Four this year? No, six counting the twins you did for fun..." She said in English, though it was thick with a Chinese accent. "Shut up..." I respond to it, just focusing on the road. Maybe if I didn't pay any attention, didn't fuel her fire, she would go away...

"No. No, wait. That's not right... Twelve... nope... that's just counting the store owners that didn't buy their chickens from the right store in Russia. Ah yes now I remember. Twenty five... He's number twenty five..." She was having fun, while I just stayed silent. "Twenty five furs that Melichai the great assassin has removed from this earth this year. Impressive..." she giggled mockingly afterwards. I really wanted to stop the car and have my way with her once more... To taste her lips again, to ravage her body like only a male could, but I remember that she's in some patch of covered dirt somewhere in northern china, rotting like the guy in my backseat was rotting.

"Oh... what's your word for that? Oh yes. 'horny' are we?" I grit my teeth, also forgetting that she was a part of me. She knew everything I knew, felt everything I felt. I was just giving her ammunition to try and break down my wall... "Well one would think that you got off cutting up and fucking that fox that's now in your backseat rotting away. But then again, you've changed since you've met me, haven't you?" I was trying to change. Last year, I had put thirty seven in the ground, breaking my old record. I couldn't keep doing this forever. I would be caught, killed, or just get too old for this eventually. I was twenty years old now, and I was already a professional at what I do. How much death could I really stand? How much killing did I have to do before I was "done"? I try to rationalize it in my mind but its no use. Nobody deserves to die like I've killed furs; absolutely nobody. Not even that pack of teen furs going from night rave to night rave, raping and screwing everything they could get their hands on and spreading aids, among other things to again everything they could get their hands on... I stopped them but good...

"Awww... C'mon. Play with me, Mel... Play with me this one time. I'll leave you alone..." I was driving and she was bating me. I just kept my mouth shut. "Fine... Whatever... I'm not leaving you alone until you can answer my little riddle, though, so you might as well play with me." Damn... was that why she was here? I hadn't even thought about it... hadn't even dreamt of it now that I had my medicine. "C'mon. What don't the both of us know about me?" -sigh- I didn't know yesterday. What would make her think I knew it now? I broke my silence "your weight?" I never got how much she weighed before I killed her. "In your terms, I'm a hundred and five pounds... We both knew you didn't know, so why did you answer?"

I was getting pissed now. She was talking too damn much and I really, really just wanted what I told her. "Because I want you to shut up and leave me alone... Leave me be to kill, retire or do whatever... But you knew that, didn't you?" I almost look away from the road. "Maybe you shouldn't have killed me and maybe neither of us would be in this predicament." She answered as I gritted my teeth, and did the best and worst things I could do in my life... "Well maybe when your boss says kill some old fuck, his wife and his kids, you don't spare the kids. You just kill everyone in the room and go on!!!" She simply indicated for me to look forward, as I was yelling straight at her when I let loose. She was in the beautiful robe she wore on that fateful day. The day she told me... Something... I can't remember right now. I look forward and what I see makes me stand straight up on the brakes...

A loud thump as the car stops completely makes my tormentor laugh openly, while she torments me with the form I know that I and only I ruined, after turning a night of pure heaven into pure hell... "You can't stop killing furs tonight can you?" she asked, laughing. I just got out of the car. It was a male panda, and a small one at that. Probably no more than a hundred pounds soaking wet. I had to feel him and check his pulse before I finally decided he was real. -sigh- Either way, it was more ammunition for the panda inside the car. Or, my imaginary one at least, to throw at me on the way to the drop and the way back... I looked him over. He would have one hell of a headache and would feel like his guts were pushed back into his spine when he woke up, but otherwise, he would be alright. She is laughing all the way to the drop but not doing much anything else... I drop and bury my cargo without incident. Another dead fur in a hole, probably coming back to haunt me if I didn't take my meds religiously.

Once she stops laughing, my tormentor is silent until we get halfway home to my shitty basement apartment in the big city. "Say, do we have a twenty six?" she asked, looking in the back and waving at my new cargo, knocked out cold. It was rare to see a panda around these parts. A real one, I mean. Especially, an albino one. Well, part albino, with just a splotch or two of black on his paws. Really cute though. I built my wall back up when she started talking again. "or do you only do "jobs" you get paid for?" I sighed deep, not falling for another of her traps. I had medicine at home. I could shut her up. Just four more miles to the meds. Just four more miles. "-sigh- look why don't you just pull over in a dark alley and just kill him after you get a piece of his ass? You know you'll feel better after you do... I might even leave you alone..." Only the last part was tempting to me right now. The city was business as usual. The bright lights were a stark contrast to the night that now overtook the land.

Two miles to go... "-sigh- even if you do get to your precious medicine, I'll still come back. We both know this... So why not just play with me for a little bit and keep a pretty female happy?" I was silent. The house was a good three blocks away now. Just three blocks. "-humph- fine. Be like that then..." Finally, she had given up, when I pulled into the parking lot that was next to my home. A hole in the ground, really, but I called it home. I carry the fur I hit into my house. I keep it tidy, but not all that much. Still, I'm not a slob like some of my neighbors, looking at internet porn all day while stealing some poor middle class, average joe shmoe's identity to help them do the former.

After making some ice packs and patching my new "friend" up, I lay him down in my bed. It was a small twin bed. Just enough for me to catch a good night's sleep before I went out on a job or something. Then, it's straight to the medicine box, picking up the bottle and heading straight to the kitchen. -sigh- sweet, sweet sanity in a pill, I think, downing two pills as prescribed and chasing them with a brew. I could be called a minimalist. I didn't have any personal effects. They just got in the way really. I had just what I needed and only what I needed to survive. That's all I was doing half the time was surviving, moving quickly from place to place, chasing my targets from country to country, province to province, state to state... -sigh- another thing I hated about my job. I could never really get to know anyone there. But then again, I didn't really want to. I might have to kill them someday.

I look to my kitchen's icebox for some food. All that cutting and killing made me hungry... I open it and I'm greeted with nothing. Nothing but a few brews in their case and some condiments on the sidebar. Well my charge is gonna be out for some time. Maybe enough time for me to go to the store and show him my other talent, aside from killing furs. I was a great cook, or at least I thought so. Everything important like things that could destroy the little lie that I was an assassin rather than a internet porn jockey gunning for your social and e-mail, was either locked up tight, password protected, or hidden beyond belief. Gabriel went in her usual place under the bed all warm and snug in the holster attached to the springs underneath, but, she only came out if I couldn't reach darlia under my pillow. But, I hid my berretta since I wasn't the one in my bed at the moment.

Things went much smoother with my medicine in me, no vengeful victims out to enhance my guilt or torture me with their looks. The streets on the way to the store were relatively empty, a strange thing on a Friday at this time of night, radiating the cold dark aura that dangerous places usually did; places that could be filled with muggers, rapists, gangsters, bums and all the other demons of the streets worth mentioning. I always wore my wallet in my front left pocket, for that very reason. As I pass by one particular alley I hear a gun cocking behind me "G...Get in the...T... The fucking alley now..." Definitely a crack head or humped up on some kind of drug, I walk in, a wide smile on my face. I didn't bring Darlia or Gabriel with me on this trip, as it made it harder to enter stores since they considered you "armed" and all... I enter the alleyway, two low buildings on either side forming the dark passage.

Once I enter, my "captor" said, "Turn around... Nice... N... N... Nice and slow..." This idiot didn't know what he was doing and it was obvious from his erratic breathing. Maybe his first or second time mugging a fur. I did what he asked but I got a look at the weapon and my assailant. Definitely a stoner and definitely a first timer. He didn't even bother to check the safety of his weapon. It was on. I could have killed him right there. His weapon was a berretta. Of course he didn't have the cash for a real gun like Gabriel. As I feel the gun press to the back of my head and the raccoon stoner feeling my back pockets for my wallet, a frustrated grunt coming from him when he found I indeed carried nothing in there. He was searching me all over staining my black hoodie with his dirt and street stained hands. I rolled the sleeves up on it since it was indeed a hot night out as he asked me, starting to search the rest of my body, "Where's the fuckin c... C... Cash?! H... How much you got...F...Fucker...?"

He might have lived if he had asked me nice... I start my "grade" of this mugger. "I have to give you a grade F on this one... I mean you gave me too much opportunity to run or grab your gun. And speaking of your gun, the safety's on, so your just harmless to anybody but a scared old lady walking down the street right now... Why don't you just back up into the alleyway and let me go and I wont kill you..." He snarls at this... the gun comes up off of my head to try and pistol whip me. That's my chance. I thrust my elbow in this freak's chest as hard as I can, aiming to my right, his left, and hearing a satisfying crack as I turn around, seeing the coughing mess that was once my attacker struggling to aim his weapon at me. I gently take it away and show him where the safety is flicking it off "Now, want to tell me why this "fucker" shouldn't blow you all over this dirty ass alley?" I asked, chambering a round, and sighing as I add "And, you didn't even chamber the first fuckin' round... what did you do? Just buy this piece of shit off some other junkie? Or maybe your dealer? Again, tell me why I shouldn't waste you."

He started to back up and I take one of his kneecaps off with one clean shot as he screamed in pain, starting to jibber about some fanciful wife and younglings. I had heard it all really, and he wasn't being sincere. I knew he was lying. Just knew that he was trying to survive like me. My finger tenses around the trigger, a side of me saying "just do it... C'mon he's just a junkie... it'd be a real rush if you did it..." I knew what side of my conscience "She" fed on. I aimed at his head and fired once in between his eyes... "She" was right, it was a rush for me, all this killing... All this death... -sigh- I keep the gun for now until I can find a nice sewer grate or a good place to stash this weapon just incase they did a through investigation on crack boy over there. A great killer being brought down by some crack head wasn't my idea of retirement. I didn't feel guilty about him like I felt about the fox this afternoon. He attacked me first. He deserved what he got, end of story.

The rest of the way to my grocer wasn't bad at all, if you didn't count the pimps, whores, and lowlifes that inhabited this shitty part of town. Who would ever look for a high class killer here? In the worst hole you could ever find anyone, anywhere. My inner thoughts are interrupted constantly by hookers asking me if I want any, male and female. I had my standards, though, and kept up with my journey. Then there were the dealers trying to sell me their poison to get me hooked onto their goods so I could pay them... Yea... right... I had an addiction, thank you very much, and it made the morticians happy. On the bright side, I could find work easily here if my usual clients got arrested or killed themselves. Enough pimps and gangsters wanted each other gone and some were rich enough to get me on their side, even if a war broke out around here. I didn't remember the name of the neighborhood I lived in. It wasn't really valuable information. Just another place in another city in another state that I lived in until the next target showed up. Well, after I told Carlila, my client, what had happened to who she dubbed mister jackass, no wait... mister non child support paying, treating vixens like whores jackass, I could look for my next target.

She paid me half before I even started, so she was good for the other half. Unless of course she wanted to be my next target but that was next week's business. For now I take two bags worth of goods out of the store, carrying them happily in each arm as I walk down the street. All the ingredients for a great beef noodle stew right here, and some canned chili to boot. I was thinking about it all the way home. All the way home. When I got to my hole in the ground, I sighed in relief that nothing had been touched, and my charge hadn't stirred. I had set a cooler with two ice packs to his left, at the bottom of the bed just in case he woke up early. I go into the kitchen and get to work again greasing my frying pan and getting water to boil the noodles, while im setting up it hits me...

What if I've picked up number "twenty six"? Why did I save him, and instead kill that crack head? Cooking him dinner or breakfast meanwhile only hiding the gun and cleaning the tiny blood spatter that cracky left me and being done? But he was a threat still... Wasn't he? No... I had shot his kneecap off. He couldn't have posed a threat if he tried, so why then? Why did I kill him? Was he so worthless that he deserved it? I could have let him go but... why did I pull the trigger?... and why did it feel so good when I did? Am I a demon, simply masquerading as a fur? Just looking for a reason to kill, maim, and slaughter before disappearing into the night again to a little hole he called home when he could afford chardinier and caviar, and could pay for a house, no three houses outright.

Why was I so kind to the little albino panda who got in my way? Any other fur, I probably would have sped up just to get them past the windshield before they broke it. -sigh- maybe I was already going soft... The water was boiling, waiting for the noodles as the pan was all greased and buttered up. That's right. In any case, I had dinner to make and I heard my new charge stirring finally...

(end of chapter one)