Freefallers - Chapter One
#1 of Freefallers
Chapter One - What we fight for...
Early morning in the city was always a little disturbing to Mark. The way the streets were bare, the silence, the light, it was all a bit too surreal, and made him question whether he was actually awake or asleep in his apartment. Opening the front door to his building, he stepped out onto the street, the chill of the night still hadn't broken and a thick fog crept through the city, so he pulled his hood up.
"Damn, this is irritating." Mark cursed under his breath and struggled to fit his tall ears through the holes in his hood. The coat had been specifically designed for wolves to wear but he always found the ear holes to be too small. Finally after a few minutes of struggling he managed to get his hood on. He slipped a pair of ear buds in and turned his music up to full blast, the walk to the bus stop seemed to get longer everyday and he needed a distraction from the weather. Mark proceeded down the street and around the corner, now completely involved in his music. He walked the same route he had for the past three years, down the hill past the construction site, through Green Road Park, over the channel and down to the only bus stop that thirty four Y stopped at in his district. Mark threw himself into the bench and slouched with his eyes closed as he lip synced to his music. Had he been paying more attention to his surroundings as he usually did, he might have noticed the figure moving down the sidewalk in the fog. He didn't hear the approaching footsteps, and missed the sound of two rather large switchblades being opened. He didn't see the increasing number of figures moving through the fog towards him. Not even when the gang of punks was right behind him did he notice, until he picked up the smell of cigarettes and opened his eyes.
"Hello puppy.' A feline with a rather large knife was standing over Mark. "No screaming now, we only want one thing.' He slid his knife around Mark's neck. "Give us your cash, and anything valuable, and we might just consider not beating you to death." A fanged grin spread across the cat's face. At the same moment though, the thug noticed that Mark was laughing. "You think something's funny dip shit?" He pressed the knife so hard against Mark's neck that it drew blood.
"Oh pal, you just went and did the dumbest thing in your life" Before the cat even had time to think, Mark had slid his arm around the punk's knife hand and forced it up into his chin. The cat screeched, as much as you can with a knife through your mouth, and his companions flew into a rage. The first to come at Mark was another wolf; he swung a heavy pipe at his head. Mark ducked and came up under the pipe, grabbing it and disarming the wolf. He then spun around and floored the wolf by tripping him and cracking him in the chest with his own pipe. The wolf howled and blood spewed out of his mouth. Two more thugs wielding various blunt objects tried to catch Mark from behind, but Mark simply stood still, moving only when they swung at him. He stepped between them and watched as the two idiots hit each other in the arms, dropping their weapons. Mark dispatched them both with a kick to the spine. A sickening crack sound issued forth from them that caused even Mark to wince, albeit with a smile on his face. The last thug, a young human, seeing that his friends had been so easily beaten dropped his knife and fled screaming.
"Don't kill me man!" He took off down the street, and almost made it to a nearby alleyway when his left femur shattered from a blow by a flying lead pipe. He collapsed on the sidewalk screaming. He managed to turn himself over and scan the fog for his attacker, but saw nothing, not even the bodies of his friends. For a few moments, sheer terror gripped him; the only sound that could be heard was his heavy breathing. Suddenly his hair was pulled from behind, and he found himself staring into the bloodshot eyes of a pissed off wolf. "P...please, don't...don't kill me!" The human whimpered. Mark could see the fear in his eyes.
"You should have though about this before you decided to throw in with these idiots." Mark spoke calmly as he threw the thug's head into the cement. A slight blood filled cough was the last sound he made, as blood pooled under his head. Mark dragged the body into an alleyway, and crammed it into a very full dumpster. "You and your friends stay warm now, it's been pretty chilly these past few days." Mark laughed, a bad joke, but sometimes he cracked himself up.
Mark sat back down on the bench, a few moments later, the bus pulled up.
"Morning Mark." The baboon bus driver took Marks change and drove away, unable to see through the fog, the blood that stained the streets.
After a half hour bus ride, Mark woke with a start as the bus thudded over the speed bumps in the parking lot that served as his stop.
"Auburn Industrial Park, last stop." The bus driver called out over the PA. Mark pulled himself out of his seat. Making his way to the front of the bus, Mark noticed that the fog had just barely started to lift.
"Thanks Alan, this'll be fine right here, same time tomorrow." Mark jumped off the last step as he waved to the driver and walked off.
As soon as he couldn't see Mark and was sure he was on his way, Alan the bus driver picked up his radio.
"This is thirty four Y, your asset is inbound on his target" Mark pulled a letter he had received earlier from his pocket. Carefully he read the instructions one last time before pulling his lighter out of his splash pants and burning it. The fog was still thick enough that you couldn't see more than four or five feet in front of you.
"Perfect, this'll be a cake walk." Mark said observing the wall in front of him. The corporate logo read ‘DracoSteed Corp. Our products, your needs.' Mark snorted. He pulled the straps around his legs tight and walked away from the wall. Turning quickly he took a running start at it and jumped, wall running up the brick wall and gripping the top. Perched at the top of the wall, Mark quickly surveyed the area that he could see, an office building and a warehouse. "Take the office first then the warehouse." He said under his breath and dropped from the wall into a roll. At the bottom, he flattened himself against the wall and moved under a camera. Moving along the wall until the camera was out of sight. He broke into a sprint and dropped into a slide when he reached the front of the office building. Taking a quick peek through the window, Mark saw two rather fat horses in expensive suits approaching. He took a dive to the other side of the door, praying it opened outward. ‘Shit, there wasn't supposed to be anyone here until later!' Mark though as the handle turned, and the door was pushed outward covering him.
"I think you'll find this months shipment to be a tad less resilient than previous ones." One of the fat steeds laughed. "The fellows at the Draco division developed a new serum for keeping them docile." The two steeds began to make for the warehouse. "Rest assured there won't be a repeat of last month incident Mister Regent." Marks ears perked up, and he went into a low sneak as close behind the two suits as he could.
"Good Warren, because I still have bruises from that little bitch." The other steed spoke as his companion punched a series of digits into a keypad. A small door opened and both the steeds proceeded through, Mark catching the door and slipping in behind them. Mark waited inside at the door as the two walked out in front of a camera. Seeing an air duct above him, Mark jumped up and straddled himself in the corner; he pushed the grate off the duct and climbed in. Shimmying his way up the duct Mark could hear a truck backing up, and as he reached the top he felt cool air blast his face and could see into the warehouse. A large flatbed was backing into the warehouse and there were at least fifteen armed horses on catwalks and on the ground. Mark pushed his way along the duct until he managed to slide out the other side. He found himself on a catwalk overlooking the whole warehouse. Moving in a low crouch, Mark came up behind one of the armed horses and snapped his neck, then pulled him behind some crates.
Mister Regent stood beside two armed horses and his junior CEO Warren as the truck backed up to within a few feet of them.
"Open it." He said and the guards compiled, undoing the latches and lifting the sliding door. Inside sat, in chains, twenty or so naked young girls of different species all huddled together for warmth. "Bring them out." The guards undid another latch and pulled a ramp from the back of the truck. They marched up and unhooked the chains from the floor. The girls still huddled in the corner, now more out of fear than warmth. Their chains were pulled taut and they were slowly dragged out, some of them not even managing to get to their feet. Led down the ramp the girls were paraded out in a line and forced to stand in the cold.
"Here they are sir, perfect little beauties, not one over nineteen and all virgins." Warren followed his chief around as he inspected them like cattle. Regent ran his hands between their legs, felt their breasts, and checked their faces. After ten minutes, Regent seemed satisfied and turned to Warren.
"Excellent job, these are probably the best you've brought yet, you can expect a big raise from my father when he hears about this." Regent patted Warren on the shoulder who was ecstatic.
"If you like sir, you could take you pick." Warren said as Regent turned back to the line of shivering girls.
"I think that would be in order." Regent smiled as he walked along the line again, attempting to select a girl. Coming in front of a young tigress, his dick made his choice for him. The young girl couldn't have been more than eighteen. She would have been extraordinarily beautiful if not for the terrible condition she had been kept in. Her body had silk-like fur, and was curved to perfection. Perk breasts, a small innocent face, and a gorgeous backside, Regent was practically drooling over her. She shivered in the cold and disgust as Regent unhooked her from the chain, all the time groping her. She knew this felt wrong; she wanted to fight, to hit him, to run, but her body wouldn't respond to her. "Good little girl now bend over for me." Regent was grinning like a fiend as he pressed his palm against her back and she bent over to lean on a crate. Regent couldn't hold back, he struggled to undo is belt and dropped his pants. His already throbbing cock pressed between the tigress's legs. He let out a shaking breath as her tiny pussy slid him. She whimpered but made no attempt to fight back. Grabbing her by the hips, Regent positioned himself , and punched into her, tearing her hymen to shreds. She screamed, him being a steed, he was huge for her, not to mention that she was much younger than him. Tears rolled down her cheeks but she did not resist, Regent continued to fuck her, deep and hard, but all she could do was cry and fuck him back. Their thrusts grew faster and faster until finally Regent blew his load in her body. Her eyes grew wide as she screamed and cried, his cum was filling her so full it was spilling onto the floor.
Finally, after a whole five minutes of just holding his cock in as far as it would go, Regent pulled out of the girl and left her crying. As he began to pull his pants up, he noticed a red splotch on his dick, assuming it was virginal blood he attempted to wipe it off. When he did though, the splotch moved onto his hand, and only then did he realize that it was a laser sight. The bullet streaked through his hand and his cock exploded in a mass of blood and gore.
Mark drew a bead on Regent's right leg and fired, savoring the wet sound of his liquefied limb hitting the floor. During the time Regent had been inspecting and raping, Mark had either killed or disabled every one of the guards on the catwalks. One of them had been carrying a fifty caliber sniper riffle. Warren was the next to go, the top half of his skull exploding. The other guards didn't stand a chance. Mark had height and cover on his side, they fell one by one as they attempted to fire their inaccurate assault riffles into the catwalks. Soon, silence filled the warehouse. The girls still stood still, shivering in the cold. Mark climbed down a corner and dropped to the warehouse floor. He ran over to the tigress, swearing under his breath that he hadn't been able to help her. She was unconscious, and in an extreme amount of pain. Mark removed his hoodie and placed it over her, then set about unchaining the other girls. As soon as he had freed them, Mark went digging through the storage crates and managed to find one with rugs inside. Grabbing as many as he could, he returned to the girls and wrapped them up.
"Don't want you getting cold." Mark smiled at young rabbit. She didn't reply, she didn't even smile, her eyes were cold, almost lifeless. "Jesus, those bastards, what did they do to you?" Mark made sure he had wrapped all the girls and ran to the front of the truck. As he had suspected, there was a radio. Pulling a jackknife from his pocket, he pulled the front off and began rewiring it. Soon he had set it to a special frequency, and began sending a repeating Morse code signal. Mark returned to the girls and managed to get them together to huddle, he then attended to the tigress. She was awake now, but did not respond, she was drugged just like the others. Mark could see she was in pain, and knew that the agency team wouldn't be here for at least twenty minutes. Reaching into his pocket, Mark produced a small bottle of pain killers. He knew getting her to swallow would be difficult, so he put the pill on his tongue and pressed his mouth against the tigress's. She accepted this, but not in the way Mark had expected. Her tongue wrapped around his and she began to kiss him. Quickly he forced the pill down her throat, and pulled away. She looked at him strangely, and for a moment Mark didn't know what to say. Suddenly, she embraced him, holding him tightly, tears forming in her eyes. Mark, unsure of what to make of this, decided to return the hug and held her close. They remained that way until a helicopter was heard overhead, and the sound of soldiers filled the air.