Repercussions, Chapter 1
Repercussions, Chapter 1
November 15, 2003, 3:00 P.M. Location: Raiche, Raiche Island
It started as a normal day for Phil, he had just come home from school and was getting ready for his after school chores. The procyonoid went in to his bedroom and changed from his school clothes to his casual wear. His older brothers were already giving him his daily dose of bullying, what older brothers do best .
"Great, I'm home from school and mom is out at work still. This is going to be a fun afternoon."
"Hey small fry, mom says it's your day to mow the lawn and do all of the dishes."
Phil looked at his 17 year old brother, Adel, with hate.
"It's your day for doing the dishes and you know it! Mom told me to just mow the lawn today."
"Well let's see about this... you're 12, and I'm 17, so... you are doing both. And start out with the dishes, 'cuz mom is gonna be home in an hour."
"That's not fair!"
"Well life's not fair."
Phil started to pout a little, tears coming to his eyes as he looked at his brother in anger.
"Aww... is poor little Phil going to cry? Darren, Come in here and watch poor little baby Phil cry."
Phil tries hard to hold back tears as his other brother walks in to the room.
"Ok, never mind, I'll do it."
"Good, and remember, you have one hour."
"Adel, Phil, what the hell is going on in here?"
Phil storms off in to the kitchen and began to do his brothers dishes.
"Nothing Darren, Phil just didn't want to do his chores again."
"Well quit it, you two give me a headache."
Phil was infuriated as he did the dishes, he thought to himself why he of all the four raccoon brothers in his family had to be the youngest. He wished that one day he could prove to his brothers he'll be just as smart and strong as them, but he knew that would never happen. It took him 45 minutes to do the dishes, and then got out the lawn mower as the sun slowly sank in the western sky. Having a pretty big back yard and front yard, he didn't finish until just after sunset. He put the mower away and walked in to his house to see his mom. She was in the kitchen finishing dinner.
"Hi mom."
"Hi babe, how was school?"
"Ok, I got a B+ on my history report."
"You mean the one on the birthplace of our Island?"
"Yes. I find it hard to believe that this place has been around for over 125 years!"
"Well, good job on your report honey. Now wash up and get ready for dinner, it'll be ready soon."
On the way to the shower, Phil ran in to his older brother Adel.
"Hey Phil, thanks for doing the dishes for me today. Even though you can be an annoying pest and a baby, I still love you."
"Thanks Adel, I love you too. Hey do you know when dad and Marcus are going to be back from their trip?"
"I have no idea, they've been gone for quite a few days now."
"Ok, I gotta go wash up, I'll talk to you later."
Phil went on and ate dinner after taking a shower, then went in the living room and did his homework. He then watched T.V for about an hour before going to bed at around 8:30. He felt lonely, he shared a room with his 15 year old brother Marcus, who was out on a scouting trip with his dad. He fell asleep pretty quick, but had a gut feeling about something...
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Phil woke up with a start to a low rumbling off in the distance. He looked at his clock, it read 2:15 A.M. He looked out of his window to see flashing off in the distance, but it wasn't white like lightning. It was more yellow and red. He ran in to the living room; his mom and brothers quickly following.
"Mom! What is going on?"
"I don't know. Wait here for a minute."
Phil's mom ran back to her room, when suddenly they could hear a low helicopter coming towards them.
"Run Children!"
Just then bullets started to rip through the house as the chopper flew over, and continued on down the neighborhood. Phil started to run for his life, leaving everything behind him. He ran in to his backyard, over his fence, and in to the forest behind his house. Explosions started to come from the neighborhood he was just in, but he was much too scared to look back.
He ran for what seemed like an eternity through the forest, following a trail he loved to hike on during the weekends. It took him to his favorite spot, a big tree that had been knocked over that made a bridge across a dammed up part of a river. He stopped on the meadow next to the water and started to cry. The poor raccoon didn't know what was going on, he knew that when the island was found by his ancestors, it was used as an escape from the mainland of Cainish, which hated raccoons. Now his only guess was that they had found the island that they were living on, and attacked.
Phil knew that he would never see his family again and started to cry harder. Just then, he heard a rustling behind him. He turned around to see a coonhound with a gun to his head. Phil looked up into his brown eyes, still sobbing. The canine stood at about six feet tall, wearing full camouflage. He looked at Phil and sighed.
"Not all of you deserve to die, little one. Now run in to that big bush and hide before my teammates see you. And don't come out until tomorrow afternoon."
Without a word, Phil ran in to the bush and crawled deep in under the branches, until he came to a little open area where the trunk was. He could hear the voices of other coonhounds running through the forest, and the occasional gunshot or two. Phil curled up in to a ball and wished this could all go away, that he could be in his warm bed again sleeping and knowing that everything was safe. He slowly felt sleep come on to him again, an closed his eyes, still slightly whimpering.
As the night went on, all of Raiche was taken over, leaving no one to survive except for Phil...
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