The Night That Crashed To Hell Chapter 1
Alright well I did the best I could and redid the story adding on and stuff adding more stuff and what not x3 so like I said its still been a while since I last wrote a story so heh enjoy o.o
The Night That Crashed To Hell
"Damn I shall not be late, for tonight is going to be spectacular" Foyote thought to himself as we was getting ready for a party he was invited to by his three friends. Foyote looked at himself in the mirror while he put his blue and black shirt on and then tied his long wavy blue and red hair back into a pony tail. "I have to look good for the party" he laughed buttoning his shirt then putting on his silver chain necklace around his neck. "Okay, so I have my good shirt, my rave pants, what else do I need? Oh yeah" he thinks then walks over to his dresser opening the top shelf pulling out a stack of red, blue, and purple glow sticks. "I must not forget to bring these" he chuckled putting them in a black bag zipping it shut. He walked into the bathroom to spray some cologne on him he had bought a few weeks ago. "Alright so now I should pretty much have every thing I need, I hope.." he yawned slightly looking at the clock seeing he has a little more time before he had to leave entering the depths of the snow storm.
Foyote walked out of his room and went down stairs into his living room to look out the window "Fuck I hope I get there before the big snow storm hits" he said looking out the window seeing the snow beginning to build up on the ground, he then started to worry about getting caught in the biggest snow storm of the year. "Why the party has to be during a damn snow storm is beyond me" he sighs walking into the kitchen to get a drink of water. Foyote lived on his own, He lived in a nice two story house on the quiet hill part of Canada. Feeling a little discombobulated he looks out the window watching the snow fall from the sky building up on his porch thinking of the snow storm wondering if something happens on his way to the party but blows the thought away and walks back out of the kitchen grabbing his Iphone from the counter.
Foyote was a slime/skinny, he stood 6'2'' weighing about 150, most was in muscle. He has long wavy red and blue hair with black ends. But there were times he would have his hair in a pony tail (mainly for special or certain events) he has dark blue fur with white fur on his chest going down to his crotch. His tail was long and blushy with white and black at the ends up it. He has big coyote ears that were pointed with black tips with three earrings in each ear, he was a mix between a fox and a coyote. Foyote was known as bi but leaned more to guys but all of his friends were cool with it, his mom however does not know but he plans on telling her one day.
As the clock hit 10:00pm Foyote walk back upstairs walking into his room to grab his wallet from his nightstand putting it in his back pock then grabbed the keys to his truck he had in class ashtray. Since the snow is getting heavy and building up fast on the ground to take his 1978 Chevelle to the party he has his truck to drive. Foyote walked down the stairs turning the lights off then walked out of his house locking the door as he walked through the built up snow to his driveway. Unlocking the door to his black 1983 Ford Bronco then getting in "Ugh this thing better start or I'm screwed unless I walk..."He though while putting the key in the ignition and pushing the clutch in with his foot. He turned the key as the engine only cranked struggling to start. "Aw come on, please start you piece of fucking shit" he yelled pushing down on the gas and slamming his paw on the dash as the bronco turned over roaring to life as it back fired a few times.
"Ah yay now then time to get to the party and meet up with my friends" Foyote said to himself revving the engine a few times as he put in a Nirvana CD turning the volume up. "well off to that rave party, sweet" he smiles putting the truck in reverse and backing out of the driveway the tires spinning a little getting on the road then setting off to the party. The snow falls a little heavier now "Oh shit is just fucking great, ugh I hope I make it the road is getting hard to see" he worried shifting into 4th gear not realizing he was starting to speed on the snowy ice road. Shifting into 5th gear reaching 60 on the snowy ice road Foyote was thinking and excited of how much fun the party will be seeing his wolf, husky, and wolfsky friends, hanging out and chatting with them. He smiled happily at the thought when suddenly he hit's a snow pocket in the road causing him to lose control of his truck and sliding on the road. "Fuck FUCK! NO, I must not crash, I can't no not tonight!" He cried trying to get control of this truck gripping both of this paws tightly on the steering wheel.
Knowing not to hit the brakes he tried everything he could to get control of the truck, the tires sliding on the ice on the road when the truck went sliding sideways Foyote's life flashing before his eyes "AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH" he screams as the truck slides into a guard rail. The truck went over rolling down a hill hitting and crashing into rocks, small trees before hitting the bottom of the hill the truck landing on its rooftop with one final crunch from the roof crushing in. The snow starts to fall harder, the storm begins.
To be Continued
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