OutFoxxed!! - Part 1
== OUTFOXXED: By Your Pursuer ================================ DISCLAIMER: Do you really want me to go thought all that legal stuff. Nah I didn't think so. So the following is yours to enjoy and comment on, and mine forf just about, everything else. ============================ COMMENTS: [email protected] == Whatever tricks the fox used to evade his pursuer, it wasn't working. Since his escape, wherever the fox thought he had escaped, the presence of the fur chasing him, had sent him running, hoping that this time he would finally escape the furson that wanted to harm him. Now, as he ran out of the Park, the fox took a moment to sneak a quick glance behind him, His pursuer, sheltered by the shadows, of the overhanging trees, moved methodically through the crowd that had gathered at speaker's corner, whilst the fox, barged, pushed and pleaded his way, though the unending thong of people, going about their early evening business, or watching the latest speaker, speaking out for or against the latest issue of the day. Jumping over the railings and stepping off the kerb, the fox risked his life to cross the road filled with rush hour traffic. Horns and the screeching of brakes soon followed him, as he narrowly avoided several oncoming cars and a bus, but the fox didn't care, he needed to get away, and nothing could stop him from achieving that sole thought. Another rushed glance set his hart beating faster than it had before. His pursuer was still following him like a bloodhound tailing the scent of an escape prisoner. A possible escape appeared ahead of him, in the form of Marble Arch underground. Racing down the flight of stairs, the fox almost slipped as he reached the ticket hall. As one of the busiest stations in central London, the station's ticket hall was still crowded with people heading home after a hard day's work. At one of the turnstiles, a young doe was the next furson to pass through, as she finally retrieved, the electronic travel card from her handbag, A typical Londoner the commotion behind her didn't faze her, as the lynx, ahead of her passed through the temporary opened barrier. It was only when the series of protests neared her that she turned to see a dark furred fox rush towards her at the same time she tapped the card on the reader. Although he appeared non-threatening, but extremely frightened, her body didn't take any chances, as she raised an arm to protect herself, whilst she tried to step away from the turnstile. Her effort wasn't good enough, as the fox heading towards her, and abruptly pushed her out of the way. 'Hey' she protested, incensed, by what happened, Her protest was echoed, has the fox ran down towards the escalator, pursued, by two members of the ticket staff in their blue and black London underground uniforms.. Again the fox raced down the escalator stairs. Unfortunately, his decent ended abruptly, as he slipped on last few steps and ending up landing on his side, at the end of the escalator. The fox had to bear the pain as he crawled to his feet and hastily hobbled down the corridor, towards the platform. Instead of the form that had been tailing him, since he escaped, from the strange looking lab, the two ticket staffs were now right behind him, either shouting at him to stop, or ordering the other passengers to move out of the way. 'Stand clear of the closing doors' warned the automated announcer, as series of bleeps emanated from the waiting tube. The fox was getting desperate, as he slowly made his way though the thong of people either milling around the platform or making their way towards the exit. He didn't want to use violence but with the underground staff tailing him and certain death following not far behind them, the fox had little choice. He reached into his jacket pocket and pull out the gun he'd been carrying, held it aloft and fired into the air. Although the fox knew that the gun contained, only blank ammunition, nobody surrounding him didn't. Panic ensured, as the crowd, tired to put some distance themselves and the supposed source of the gunshot, the ensuring rush forcing the ticket staff back up the corridor. The fox didn't have time to think about his actions, as he quickly spirited the gun back into his pocket All he knew, was that using the weapon had, had the desired effect, as he stepped on the waiting tube. As the doors closed behind him, he breathed a mental sigh of relief, and when, the train pulled away from the platform, with a slight jolt. It became audible as he saw his pursuer, who had finally arrived on the platform turn around in frustration, and rejoin the flow of the crowd, making their way up the corridor. The platform soon disappeared from sight, allowing the fox check his surroundings. The people nearby were visibly relived and frightened, and the fox noted that no one way giving him and undue attention. To them he was just another spooked traveller, glad to be heading away from a supposed terrorist attack. The fox, rode the rails, for awhile, finally getting off at Canary Wharf. By then, the pain he'd endured after the fall was nothing more than a dull ache. Night had blacken the city sky and as the fox, walked along the street outside the main reception of Canary Wharf tower, the fox dug his paw into his jacket pocket and pulled out a wallet. Examining the contents he noted the large denominations of fresh bank notes, and the array of gold, silver and white cards stored inside, tugging at one of them, the fox was caught off guard, when his face appeared from its protective sleeve. "M..O..D" mumbled the fox to himself as he stood at the traffic lights. Reading further the fox discovered that his name was Mika'il Foxx, and that the letters stood for Ministry for Defence. The fox knew instantly was the government department was, but he couldn't recall a time, when he served, for the organisation, or when if ever, he served in the military. A cold breeze blew passed him as a silver van approached the lights. Although it was moderately warm elsewhere, in the city, the wind chill, which caught him unawares, when he looked up at the tower, made him regret, not stealing a warmer jacket. A silver transit van with metropolitan police markings, passed by as the fox reinserted the card back into the wallet. At first he didn't pay it any attention, until it suddenly screeched to a halt and the rear doors burst open. As several policed officers poured out of the van and started to head towards, him, the fox tried not to draw attention to himself by not directly looking at them. Besides since the terrorist attacks in Europe, the police had been keeping a high profile. To the fox and others crossing the road with him, seeing the police arrive suddenly was something they'd just getting used to, but an ill time glance stopped him in his tracks, as the last occupant exited the transit. The second the fox locked eyes with the furson who had been pursuing him across the city, he bolted towards back towards the mall that housed the Docklands rail station, pursued by the figure and the police. The fox barely managed to evade the police. Unlike them, the fox was desperate, as he ran at full pelt across the busy dual-carriageway, but now nearly thirty minutes later, several police sirens could be heard and two police helicopters were hovering overhead, in a coordinated attempt to track him. A few minutes before, he hid in a alleyway has a police car slowly, meandered down the road he was now travelling on As he arrived at a junction, the fox spotted an officer walking in his direction. The fox tried to ignore the female canine and successfully crossed the without attaching her attention. The police helicopters were still hovering over the Canary Wharf area, but the fox still wasn't able to relax. Ahead of him, were two other police officers, a lupine and a skunk. At first they stayed at the opposite side of the street, then, without directly looking at him, they crossed over. The fox felt his hart quicken, and he covertly checked himself, to assess his surroundings. The two officers were still some distance away, but by the way they were holding the weapons, the fox knew that was running out of options. Another glance behind him confirmed it, as the female, accompanied by another officer was now walking behind him. Between the two officers and himself, the fox noticed an alley, on the right. It was fox who reached it first and as soon as he turned inside, the fox ran. At the end of the alleyway he skidded around the corner, and stopped. Inevitability stared at him, as much as the brick wall that stared back at him and the metal door that stood behind him. Mika'il stepped back into the main alleyway. He wasn't surprised that two of the four police officers were waiting for him, but fear stuck him when his gaze locked onto the pursuer standing with them. "You know it's all my fault", he said somewhat apologetically "If you had stayed asleep, then I wouldn't have this mess to clear up. But!" the pursuer and the officers then readied their weapons and aimed them at Mika'il, "What's done is done". The fox backed himself up against the wall, wishing by some miracle that the wall would swallow him up "W..w..why are you doing this" he asked, his voice breaking. The pursuer paused, surprised by the question. "Simple really" he replied has he and the others aimed their guns at the fox. "It's a necessary requirement. That's all you need to know" Mika'il stared at him in disbelief. "I know you" he spat, more out of fear, about what was going to happen to him. "I know you can't shot me. You can't do this!!" Mika'il's pursuer paused for a moment before lowering his arm. "You're right" he admitted with a reassuring smile. "I can't shot you". He then caste a glance, at the two police officers beside him. Instead of lowering their weapons, they instead released the guns safeties switches. Mika'il barely registered the pain as the bullets tore into his body, mortally damaging the essential organs needed to keep him alive. The fox, slumped against the wall, trying to clutch his chest, but somehow his arms wouldn't respond to his commands. For some reason it didn't matter that much anymore as the officers and his pursuer started to grow taller and blurred, their, forms slowly joining the darkness that was covering his eyes. The pursuer stepped up the corpse of the fox, and couched down in front, of the lifeless body. Without waiting for the corpse to grow cold, the pursuer started the frisk the fox's pockets. "Sir?" enquired the female officer, as she observed the figure, as he retrieved the wallet from inside the fox's jacket and checked the contents. "Ahhh!" He replied "I knew he had it. Sorry, just getting my wallet back" he smiled, as he took another item from his under his waistcoat and pressed it against the fox's neck, before returning it back to it resting place. "And the clone sir?" The dark furred fox stood and looked at his dead likeness. "If all goes well this time, by the time the regular police turn up, he won't look anything like me." The officers looked at him, slightly puzzled. As far as Mika'il was concerned, they could stay that way. Their pay grade didn't authorise them to know any more. "Well, now that stage one is finally over, Let see how stage two progressing" thought the fox out loud as he walked passed the officers. The pair watched him walk down the alleyway for a moment before taking a quick glance at the body on the floor. Already the clone's features had changed, slightly, as the fur on his body had started to lighten and it looked like it had started to gain weight. The officers, watched the body slowly transform, for a moment before they too left the scene. Already the police sirens were starting to grow louder and by the time the source of the noise arrived in the alley, the fox and his two police companions were nowhere to be seen. * * *
4 pages, 2,058 words, 20 paragraphs and 167 lines. What's next, you ask? Well more of the same, I guess