Doberman and Throbbin, Part 1, Luke's Story
Doberman and Throbbin.
Written by Wolfie Steel and Kasawolf.
This story whilst it sounds like a version of Batman and Robin is in no way connected to the TV shows or Movies bearing the Batman name, all the characters that appear in the story are property of myself (Kasawolf) and my co-writer Wolfie Steel and should not be used without our express permission. The story will contain mild violence, some bad language, the use of powers, and also homosexual acts, if you are not old enough to view such work or any of these acts offends you in anyway then do not read any further.
Luke Angel
"It's 6.30 on a gorgeous Monday morning........"
My groan does nothing to drone out the generic radio breakfast DJ's incessant chatting.
"Don't forget to eat yourself a hearty breakfast and reme..."
His chatter was cut off as my paw reaches out and hits the shut off button. I slowly remove the covers from over my head and yawn sleepily.
"I don't care what anyone says, there's no such thing as a gorgeous Monday..."
I slowly stumble my way into the bathroom and begin the daily ritual of making myself look presentable to the world. The reflection staring back at me is a Wolf-Husky hybrid, if you're wondering the best way to describe me is a Siberian husky coloured wolf. Unfortunately for me, I didn't inherit any of the strength or courage noted in my wolf ancestors; nope I'm a skinny little mutt standing at roughly 5ft 7 and built like someone who's never seen a gym in his life.
I quickly hop in the shower and wash myself, benefit number one of being smaller: less to wash. Stepping out from the shower I towel myself down and head back into my bedroom towards the wardrobe. I stand back and begin to look through my choices. Everything is arranged neatly and in my own system, shirts, trousers, suits, etc. I have a habit of doing this with everything, I'm a bit of a creature of habit, everything has to be just so or I get rather stressy; hey we can't all be perfect and I'm certainly far from it. I eventually plump for a simple t-shirt, jacket and jeans combo, nothing special not as if I'm a big shot CEO or something.
Noticing the clock was now reading7:00 I decided I best get something to munch on before setting off for the morning commute. Again breakfast is a normal routine for me, Piece of toast; some freshly squeezed orange juice and some yogurt. You may think that the same breakfast each day would become dull over time but for me it's like a tradition. I'm open to trying new things, but I always feel more secure with a routine. Besides, this allows me to leave the house and walk towards the train station to commute into London without having to rush and stink up the place with the smell of dog sweat.
I arrive at the train station in time to catch my usual 7:30 commercial train into London. I take my usual seat and look around at the other furs dressed up in there smart suits talking on their expensive mobiles. Perhaps I should clarify why I notice these things, for you see while I commute into London each day surrounded by business furs, I myself do not work at any business. Not that I don't want to work in some major corporation earning millions for effectively telling other people what to do, I mean who wouldn't want to bringing home that kind of money! No, I'm just an average cleaner for a private contractor company in the city, I clean allsorts; offices, shops, streets, whatever we get hired for. To say I'm unenthusiastic about being a cleaner would be the understatement of the century, I hate my job with a passion. However, the bills don't pay themselves and, barring some major miracle, I'll be working the cleaning gig until my dying days.
My eyes travel down the carriage and again I catch sight of him. Sitting four seats in front of me and facing me is what could only be described as an Adonis in fur form. He's a Doberman, not any ordinary Doberman though, not only is his tail undocked, rare considering his species, no this is a Doberman that I'm hopelessly smitten with. In case your still in the dark, perhaps I should mention that I'm gay, have been since I was a teenager; although back then I kept in under wraps, didn't need to give the bullies any more ammunition at the time know what I mean? Yep, I'm a gay hybrid and hopelessly in love with that perfect specimen of a Doberman. That's the reason I always pick this seat, he sits in the same place every morning and I can't help but admire him. I sigh gently; no doubt he's got a beautiful wife at home, kids no doubt as well, yep the perfect family. I quickly busy myself with reading my paper, stealing a look when I can, a guy can dream after all, as long as he doesn't get caught.
I settle down and begin to read an interesting article on the rising crisis and danger from terrorist and militant threats when suddenly a loud explosion shakes me from the paper. Before I had time to react the train rocks violently, carriages derailing and flipping, some off the track while others crash down on the carriage in front. I hear the screams of my fellow commuters as our carriage slams to a halt. A large piece of wood slams into me pinning me into my seat. As my vision fades, I see my Adonis, slumped in his chair out cold. Then everything went black
What happened next was patchy and blurred. I could hear the screams and the smell of blood and burning all around me. The wood that had fallen onto me held me securely in place, little did I realise that this probably saved my life at the time, my immediate thoughts were that I was going to die in here. I heard movement from further down the carriage but I was too weak to open my eyes. I lay there convinced that this was the end for me, and in my mind began to say my goodbyes, first my family, the few friends I have, and lastly, that Doberman that I never had the courage to even say hello to. Suddenly I felt the weight of the wood being lifted from me. I open my mouth to let out a groan when I feel liquid fall onto me, soaking both me and my would be saviour. I feel myself being lifted by a strong pair of arms and carried through the smoking carriage towards the end of the carriage.
Moments later, I open my eyes to find myself deposited on the ground. I look up at my saviour and go to thank him when I let out a small gasp. Standing before me looking back towards the carriage was the Doberman from my dreams, he looked relatively unscratched from the incident but the look on his face was that of fear and sorrow. I stared at the carriage and whimpered I could hear the screams and the moans of furs still trapped in the wreckage. I thought back to being trapped, the fear I felt of dying alone and inside me something stirred. I felt energised all of a sudden, like nothing had happened and all I could think of was the furs trapped in there. The Doberman looked down at me again, surprised to see me awake.
"We need to try and get as many of the trapped furs off the train as we can, god knows if or when that tanker will explode"
Before I give him a chance to respond, I get to my feet and made my way back into the carriage, clambering over the wreckage. I look back and smile in relief to see that he has followed me, brave as well as handsome; what a man...No I have to focus! We begin to lift pieces of wreckage off other furs, wait, when did I become this strong? No time for wondering that, it's the adrenalin anyway. We manage to save another eight furs when the Doberman taps me on the shoulder. I turn around and he points out that sparks have started going off near the spilled liquids. I nod and we run back towards the exit, escaping from the carriage just as the sparks ignite the liquid, sending the carriage up in a ball of flames. The flames quickly spread through the rest of the carriages, surely anyone still trapped inside have been incinerated.
I look towards the Doberman, my saviour, and find him standing strong. I take a moment to check myself over and find myself unharmed...in fact I feel like I could do it all over again! Just goes to show you what adrenalin does to the body anyway, I reckon. I stare at him and decide that now is a good as time as any to speak to him, since he saved my life and all. I raise my paw out to him in a friendly manner.
"I owe you my life my friend, my name is Luke Angel"
He takes my paw in his firm grasp and shakes it gently.
"My name is Daniel Beach, it's nice to finally be able to put a name to the fur that I have often sat and admired for the past two years"