Joan Walker
#1 of One shots
This story is a little off the beaten path for me. I wrote it in like a day when I was in a strange mood (strange even for me). There is no yiff in this one as it is very short.
Joan Walker
By:Wolf421
A loud sound somewhere in the small house woke Joan from a sound sleep. A muffled thump came again as she sat up, groggily she looked over at the clock on the night stand. It was so close to four am that the seconds didn't matter; the thump came again. Joan flips the light cover off of her and swings her legs out of the bed. Wobbly she stands up, her night gown dropping to cover her tawny fur covered legs from where it had bunched up at her waist. Sleepily she walks over to the bed room door and down the hall to the bathroom. She jumps slightly as the next thump is louder from her mother's bedroom as she begins to pull up her nightgown as she approaches the toilet.
"Mother brought home her boyfriend again; she must be in heat again." Joan thought to herself as she turns to sit down.
** Here in the bathroom the small night light gives off just enough light to make out the soft curve of her hips and the short pubes covering her teenage cunny. Sitting down she relieves her bladder as a double thump hits hard enough on the wall to knock a shampoo bottle off the shelf and into the sink. Joan jumps slightly from the bottle falling and scowls at the wall. Finished she stands up and reaches to flush the toilet when her mother's scream startles her. Without thinking she's out the bathroom door and in three steps is at her mother's bedroom door shoving it open.**
The scene inside the room shocks her. The room is trashed, clothes from the dresser are scattered on the floor in a big pile. The bed is striped with the mattress half pulled off the frame. Her mother comes into view as Joan pushes the door the rest of the way open. Her mother is tied to her vanity chair by her wrists and ankles, blood drips from her mother's busted lips and mouth. Her uncle stands over her mother's unconscious form his hands balled into fists.
"Damn bitch wake up! (He backhands her, snapping her head around) Your lies will not cut me out of my share! Now where is Donavan's will?" He almost shouted as he pulled his hand back to strike her again.
"Leave my mother alone!" Joan shouted from the door drawing his attention to her.
"Oh look at my niece the little bitch ordering a male around just like her whore of a mother. This is even better than I could have imagined, get your little cunt over here!" He said pulling a rope from his back pocket and looping it around his hands. The look on his face and in his eyes told her what he had planned for her. Joan took a step backward before turning to run down the hallway.
"Get back here you little bitch!" He shouted as she took off down the hall.
"Leave her alone, she doesn't know anything about the will." Terrie said weakly looking up at her brother in law.
"Insolent bitch, well in for a penny in for a pound." He replied dropping the rope before pulling out a knife from his back pocket and flicking it open with his thumb. Loretta closed her eyes and prayed as the cool metal of the knife bit into her neck opening the main artery supplying blood to her brain. Her life blood gushes out of the wound soaking her fur and covering his hand as her last breath leaves her body.
Loretta's eyes open and look at him accusingly as the light goes out in her eyes.
*"You should have given me what I wanted when I asked." He whispered turning his attention toward the sound of his niece elsewhere in the house. *
Joan runs past her room and though the kitchen/dining room. The sound of her uncle's boots coming down the hallway seconds later, she dives through the kitchen door and out into their one car garage.
"Little bitch you get back here and I might be gentle taking that tight virgin pussy of yours. That is before I put you to work for me in my club servicing my boys." He yelled as he followed her down the hall.
In the garage Joan looked around for anything that could help her. The sound of her uncle's footsteps came from the open door. On the other side of the car her father's gun safe stood. She had always been told to stay away from it for her own safety because guns could kill a fur or human that didn't know what they were doing. Her mother had tried to open the safe many times and failed, she didn't know the combination, but Joan did she had watched her father open it many times. She ran around the car as his footsteps got closer to the door. Reaching the safe her fingers shake as she turns the wheel quickly to the first number then spins the wheel the other way to the second number.
"So you're the one that has the combination to the safe? I bet that's where his will is. Open the safe and I'll give you a cut of whatever is in there." Her uncle said from the kitchen doorway.
Joan looks at him over her shoulder as her hand spins the wheel to the last number. A loud thunk comes from the safe as the locking bars release and the door swings open an inch.
"I'll be damned the little bitch knew the combination. Now get away from it and I might let you live to see me ass rape the whore of a mother of yours just before I rape you." He said lying to her about her mother as Joan pulled the door open slightly and reached inside. Her fingers fumble on the grip of her father's gun for a second before she takes hold of it firmly; he steps into the garage and starts walking around the front of the car.
** "Not if you're the one dying!" Joan said backing away from the safe as she brought the pistol into view. The ominous black hole of the 9mm barrel pointing at him, just as the bright flash filled his vision. Joan squeezed the trigger twice more as her uncle fell backwards into some boxes in front of the car. Joan stared as he collapsed with the look of shock on his face as three bright red spots of blood started soaking his shirt. A blood covered knife clatters to the concrete floor from his hand as he reaches for the growing pool of blood soaking his shirt.**
"You little bitch, I'll still have my revenge on you and your mother." He said as eyes closed.
Joan walks over and points the gun down at him a second making she he's dead before her hand drops to her side. She walks quickly into the house and heads for her mother's room. She stops at the door and looks at her mother still tied in the chair. Tears stream down her cheeks as she walks into the room, her mother's life blood drips from the cut in her throat soaking her top. Her eyes stare lifelessly at nothing as Joan walks over and kneels in front of her. Joan lays her head on her mother's knees and cries. Minutes later the front door slams open and there are men shouting as the police enter the house. Flashlights shine over the room as one of the police carefully pull the pistol from Joan's hand.
Over an hour later Joan sits on the back of an ambulance as some police detective asks her to repeat what happened over again. Only feet away the morgue people load the black bag of her uncle's body into a van. The red and blue flashing lights light up the neighborhood, the lights of the television news crews glare harshly in contrast to the squad cars. Joan watches as her mother's body is carried out on a stretcher and quickly put into the van along with her uncle. Joan watches all of this in a disconnected state of mind.
"What will happen to me now?" Joan asks herself.
Slowly life returns to normal on the street over the weeks and months pass and quickly become years. The crime scene tape is gone and the house has a new coat of tan paint with darker brown trim around the windows. Across the street a couple of teen boys in the local gang colors play basketball as a moving truck lumbers down the street and pulls to a stop in front of the house drawing their attention away from the game. They watch as a squad car pulls up to the curb behind the moving van. The car door opens and a uniformed officer climbs out. The officer quickly dons her cap, and closes the door before walking up the drive way. One of the movers gives the officer a nod as she approaches her hand pulling a ring of keys from her pocket. The boys look at each other and smile at the figure of the lioness as she walks to the garage door and unlocks it. Her tight blue uniform pants do nothing to hide her nice figure. The lioness walks back to her cruiser and she give the teens a glance under the bill of her cap. She nods and smiles at the boys before opening the door and taking a seat in her squad car. Her attention turns to her lunch sitting in the passenger seat. Picking it up she opens the bag and pulls out a sandwich. Unwrapping the sandwich she takes a bite from it while watching the movers work.
Much later the movers are gone, her car is parked in the drive way as she stands in the front yard looking at the house. Good memories and bad ones come to her unbidden as tears flow down her cheeks.
"Father, Mother, I'm home and following in your footsteps." Joan says in a whisper as she walks to the front door and goes inside.
In the front yard a new sign stands next to the walkway to the front door.
In loving memory of those that protect and serve.
*Sgt. Donovan Walker 1950 -1985 *
*Sgt. Loretta Walker 1959 -1986 *
*Ofc. Joan Walker 1974 - *