Chapter 1: Capture
#1 of This is War
This is actually my first furry story that I've ever felt confident enough to submit anywhere (and I've had lots of ideas, heh). The series was initially inspired by Nixs' [From Human to Furry](%5C) story series, but mine evolved into a bit of a darker tone. The original idea for this was very different from what it has become.
I suppose now I should put a disclaimer or something.
This series will contain: torture (alluded to, mostly), pain, bad language (so, if you don't like swear words, run screaming into the dark, ;) ), and, eventually, gay sex. YAY!!! All characters herein are my own creation, so anyone with the same name as one of them is pure coincidence. Or a trick of my subconscious. Either way, don't blame me!! I'll be sure to warn you if anything else changes 
. If none of this is your cup of tea, then please find yourself something else to read. For anyone who does read this, enjoy!
This is War
Chapter 1: Capture
KNOCK! KNOCK! resounded forcefully from the door. I arose to greet my unexpected visitor, but, before I made it more than a few feet, the door splintered and three armed, masked men barged into my apartment. A gun was pointed at my face as two of them passed by me.
"Where is she? Where's the fugitive?" the gunman shouted, spittle splattering across my face; I didn't dare wipe it off.
It was only after he backhanded me, that I managed to stammer out, "W-who?"
"The stupid raccoon bitch you've been hiding here! That's who!" I was backhanded again, hard, sending me sprawling to the floor.
Finally gathering some courage, I sat up, wiping blood from my mouth, and asked, "What's the charge? What has she done?"
Even distorted by his mask, his sneer was visible. "She didn't have to do anything. She's a damn raccoon cunt! They're all terrorists anyway."
A distant, "She's here!" came from my bathroom, followed by a shriek as Tanya was pulled roughly into the living room and made to kneel next to me. It was then I noticed their badges, almost completely obscured by their gear.
I started getting mad, "Hey! Where's your warrant? Your evidence?" I tried to stand up, but could barely budge as a pair of heavy hands push my shoulders down.
The one holding me down began snickering, but it was my own captor who said, "Boys! Looks like we've got ourselves a lawyer here. You remember what we do to lawyers, don't ya?" Laughter erupted as I felt the gun's barrel pressed against the back of my head.
"W-wait a minute here!" I stammered, staring at my captor. "You're police! This is illegal! You can't do this!"
He leaned over and whispered in my ear, "You're right about one thing, kid. We are the police and there's nothing you can do about it." That said, he pushed his own gun against my temple. I squeezed my eyes closed, waiting for my brains to be splattered all over my coffee-table. Then all hell broke loose.
Before he could pull the trigger, my windows were blown in, glass tinkling to the ground; I popped an eye open just in time to see the lights go out. One of the men shouted, "Get down!" presumably to his compatriots, as a hail of gunfire erupted around me. It only lasted for a few minutes and then things got eerily quiet.
In the darkness I heard the crunch of boots on glass coming towards me. Think my captors were returning to finish off any witnesses, I tried scrambling away as fast as I could. Tanya's quiet voice stopped me though, "I-I think they're here to help us, Alan."
The lights came on suddenly, blinding me for a few moments, and I was finally able to see my saviors. I was slightly disappointed. Three furs, a wolf, a lion, and a rat, were helping Tanya to her paws and a towering doberman was looking down at me, grimacing. "What do we do with this one then?"
The other furs merely shrugged, not caring either way. I could only stare at the ruin that my once beautiful apartment had become and sighed. Then looked down at the three corpses on my floor and shivered; I could easily become a fourth. He knelt down next to me, growling, "Listen up and listen good, because I'm only saying this once. You can come with us and be a fugitive for all your life. Or..." He swept his paws towards the three former policemen. "you can stay here and be convicted for murdering three cops."
Resigned to the situation all I could do was nod and follow them. I was lead to a white van and roughly pushed to the side as Tanya was gingerly helped inside, which would have been irritating if it weren't for the four armed furs, five if you counted the driver, all packed in the van around me. Small-talk earned only blank stares from my captors.
At least Tanya helped to alleviate the silence as we talked about everything except for the last hour; that memory was too fresh and raw for both of us. And in this way we passed the ride, banishing the terrors of the night away.