OutFoxxed!! - Part 2
== OUTFOXXED: By that demon over there (PART 1)================== 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 for everything else. ============================ COMMENTS: [email protected] == The moment the fox opened his eyes, his primal instincts kicked in making him scramble as far away from the spot, he woke up in, as if death would take him, if he'd stayed there a moment longer. If it hadn't taken him already. He kicked and clawed himself, into the nearest rocky shade and quickly ran his hands over his chest, trying to feel any indication of the bullets entry points. The only evidence, available to him, was three small, dark red spots, on the cream jumper he was wearing. Only after his mind assured itself that that he wasn't in any more danger, did it allowed the fox the opportunity to survey the surroundings. The fox quickly realised that he wasn't in Kansas anymore, nor was he in the alley where he was shot. Looking up Mika'il's gaze was greeted by the chiselled face of Josef Stalin. The face carved into the rock face didn't pay him any attention, as it stared off in to the distance. Nether did the sculptures of Hitler, Nero, or the others carved into the mountainside offered their suggestions, as the fox stared at the macabre version of Mount Rushmore in disbelief "Were on earth I'm I?" muttered Mika'il after a moment, as he surveyed, his surroundings. If this was the fox's idea of heaven or purgatory then the fox wasn't too impressed with himself for his warped imagination. But as he turned to see was behind him, he wondered if he was in somewhere not so pleasant. Over the boulder beyond him and out of earshot, were a farm gang toiling the dry soil, which looked like it hadn't seen a drop of water in years. Unnatural hairless beasts pulled ploughs, driven by seriously malnourished zombie like figures, wearing little more than torn rags. Behind them, others were picking out the seeds of their labours, withered and noxious vegetables filled the baskets littered around them. The sight didn't surprise or disturbed the fox as he watched them. Which in itself troubled him, as he turned away from the harvest, Mika'il put it down, to the fact that he felt lucky that he wasn't fated to spent eternity, on a similar field. 'Glad that's not my fate' he mused, as his gaze returned to Stalin, 'But what is it?'. Typically Josef nor his infamous friends couldn't be asked to grace him with an answer. The fox doubted, as he made his way to his feet, that they would give him, the directions to the nearest town either. Something told him that approaching the farm hands would be a waste of time, but the path, which hopefully would lead to the top of the attraction, did, and as it was getting darker, the fox started to jog, in order to get the most distance covered, before it got too dark to travel. Although it was difficult to see where the path led, it was still in the latter stages of twilight and after two hours of travelling, Mika'il finally managed to reach the top of Stalin's hairline. The spotlights, at the base of the mountain, highlighting the faces of the fours historical figures, now gave the top of mountain an eerie presence. Off into the distance, the lights emanating from a nearby city, gave the fox some hope of finding out where he is, but in the available light the fox couldn't determine how far away the city was to him, but the light from the nearby fire, was only few meters away. So was the figure hunched beside it "Errr, Hello", called the fox, unsure whether that was the smart thing to do. The figure next to the fire, didn't respond, and remained hunched over, with its back to him. Taking another step, Mika'il called out to the figure again. "Hello....I'm...", the fox stops at the beginning at his next word, as the figure turns it head to face him. Again the fox feels fear grip him in its embrace, as he locks his own brown eyes with the red glowing eyes of the figure. His mind instantly goes in to conflict as his primal instinct to flight or flight, struggles for control of the fox's body. The figure starts to take an unhealthy interest in the visitor, turning its entire body to face him, and emits a low warning growl. The fox, using what's left of his civilised mind, to control his retreat, takes one slow step after another. The figure, response by crawling forward, maintaining the distance between them. The fox takes another step and flinches as he steps on a twig, snapping it under his weight. The figure now just a pair of glowing eyes as its form moves away from the fire, perceives the noise as a threat and bolts towards him. The fox in turn, turns to run, but it is too late as the figure closes the distance and pounces on top of him before he has a chance to complete his turn, barely, giving the fox, a chance to regain his bearings, before the figure pins him down. Terrified, the fox screams for his life, hoping that someone will come to his aid, but he is rewarded by the figure snaring directly into his face, "Please don't hurt me, Please don't hurt me, Please don't hurt me" pleads the fox as he awaits the killing bite from the predator holding him down 'Sniff' The fox, still in a blind panic, trembles, his mind frozen 'Sniff, Sniff' The fox, afraid, tries to put some distance between him and the figure, by forcing his head deeper into the solid ground. 'Sniff, Sniff, Sniff' The fox opens an eye, towards the figure and is rewarded, by a warning growl. The fox keeps he eyes closed as the figure reassesses the threat lying beneath it. As the fox continues to remain rigidly still, the figure continues to sniff, in an attempt to acquire the fox's scent. At first it concentrates it enquiry to the fox's face, The fox can feel, its warm breath, as the air ruffles the fur on his face and neck, before it works its to other parts of his body. Mika'il pleas turn into a whimper, as it seems that the figure starts to lose interest and loosens the pressure holding on to him. But just before the fox could relax a little, the fox yells out in pain as the weight is reapplied and the figure bites him in his exposed neck. Just as quickly as the bite is applied, the weight suddenly lightens. For a few moments the fox remains on the floor, still gripped by the presences of the figure that attacked him. When the fox finally, gained the courage to open his eyes, only the glowing eyes of the figure welcomed him back to the land of the living. "You're new here aren't you?" asked the eyes, in a feral tone that made the question sound more like a statement. The fox in response only stared, uncertain, whether answering, would invite another attack. The eyes seemed to sense the continued fear within him, it also notices that the fox was shivering from the cold "Looks like you could do with some time by the fire, hmm?" The eyes then blinked before they and the weight holding him down disappeared, leaving the fox with a clear view of the starless night sky. * * *
3 pages, 1,239 words, 19 paragrahs and 106 lines. Now on to stage three.