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Allright, this is my first story so after reading please comment. I hope you will like this story as mutch as I enjoyed writing it. Also special thanks to my proofreaders.

More will be coming.

An average day

[Somewhere in the traffic]

"Ugh.... I hate traffic jams. MOVE IT PEOPLE!"

This is the life of Tom Johnson, a 25 year old loner shacked in at the outskirts of the city nearest to his workplace. Tall, tan, ladies' man. He's not just a force on the dating scene, he's a force in a fight. When he was young he joined a swimming club and also did some Aikido, resulting in a mix of man and marvel. Flat bellied by default, skillful by deceit. No one expects an average joe to break bricks. But he's not thinking of a fight, he's going to work. His thick arms bulge the line of his suit, and give an uneasy strain when he runs a hand through his brown hair. Much like every day, he's stuck in traffic because he refuses to live in the city. He hates living in a city because of the smell, the traffic, the noise,... so he decided to live on the outskirts where he's the only person in a country mile. His country

"Thank God, now we're moving."

Tom is on his way to his job as an accountant, Not the best, nor the worst. To him, good enough is good enough. Some people call him mad for going to work, given his lavish inheritance, but he needs something to keep busy with. Even if it means fighting traffic every day.

Tom parked his car at the staff parking and made his way inside, clocking in close enough to late as to worry himself. Proceeding inwards, he greets the receptionist, a female squirrel with redwood fur covering her body, save a cream colored patch at her belly, were you lucky enough to see it. She had a double C-cup- at least -and a figure belonging on a runway rather than Amway

In the year Tom lives anthros are very common; they began to appear and slowly but surely they blended in. Nobody knows where they came from and at first they were treated poorly but as more showed up there was more pressure on the world leaders to make anthros equal to humans. Much like today, no? After a long political debate, and sometimes riots across the globe, the international governments made laws to ensure anthros were equals, although some countries disagree and still allow slavery of anthros. But these countries were low in number, and minor enough as to not garner attention. Many protested against the laws for anthros, but seeing how well they fit in the voices of protest, only the diehard bigots still protest. Not everybody likes anthros but that is mostly kept to themselves. Tom is known as a "skinner," a human in support of the anthros. Not that he minded wearing someone's fur, as well as the rest of her.

"Morning Felicia" said Tom to the squirrel behind the front desk

"Morning Tom, you got a client waiting for you upstairs"

"Oh boy, is he pissed?"

She gave him a smile "Yeah, seems like you're popular lately"

"Well what can I say? People like me" He turns towards the stairs and heads to his office.

Tom sat down on his chair and listened to yet another unhappy customer, they weren't mad at him but at how many taxes they had to pay. Tom thought to himself: "For some reason people expect that when you hire an accountant your taxes drop drastically, well guess again folks."

After finally telling the angry client it won't such a big safe as he though and that it would pay itself back after a few years he continued his usual work. Giving advice to people through the phone and filling in tax files, it wasn't the ideal job but he was good at what he did and he liked helping out people.

As Tom was working behind his desk a furry paw lands on his shoulder making his look up to a male grey wolf at roughly his age.

"So, seems you had another client who thought he had to pay a few grant less'

Tom gives a sigh while smiling at his friend "Yeah, I keep wondering why I always get those people and not you."

After throwing him a smile as well the Wolf answered: "I don't know but whatever the reason is I ain't complaining. I still don't get why you just don't quit. I mean ye got the money to sustain yourself"

"I know man but what am I supposed to do all day? Hunt in the woods behind? Play cards all day? If I don't have something to fill my day up I'm gonna end up killing myself" This last he said with a small chuckle to make clear he meant it as a joke.

The wolf puts up a grin as he says "Well....you could always give me some money since yer not using it"

Tom laughed again "Yeah Jack, like I would give you money after that little trip of yours to the south"

"Hey! If I would have known everything was that expensive I wouldn't have bought anything! I'm telling you they tricked me"

"Jack, we both know you were too busy flirting up the husky working at the cash register."

Tom said with another big smile. "And you didn't even get her phone number"

"That's because It's all part of their plan it's all one big conspiracy" Jack answered with another laugh.

"Sure Jack, now go back to your own desk before the boss walks in scolding at you for slacking, again"

"That only happened once and that's because he has camera's all over the place. He even might have some microphones in here to listen in on us" Jack said with a smirk on his face.

Tom rolls his eyes "Yeah you're right Jack, and the boss also bugged your car so he can keep track of your movements and he probably is looking at how mutch you spend on groceries"

"That would explain how he found out I was late!"

"No Adams , it's because that truck of yours is so loud we can hear you coming three miles away"

Tom and Jack look behind them as they find their boss standing there watching them both with a smile on his face?

Jack's face nearly went pale the second he heard the boss' voice behind him "Oh hey there sir, I was just erm....discussing with Tom about..." Jack stops as the boss walks closer and holds his hand up silencing him

"Spare me the excuses Adams, this isn't the first time I catch you speaking to mister Johnson here. But considering I'm in a good mood I'll let it pass for once. Now get to your desk Adams before I change my mind"

"Yes sir, right away sir" Jack says before bolting off to his desk

Tom swallows louder then he wanted to before looking the boss right in the eye "So sir, you wanted to talk with me?"

"Yes Johnson, I've got a not from the employer's union saying that in the last five years you worked here you've done more hours then anyone here and that you've taking no vacation time apart from the time you got sick."

Tom had to suppress giving the boss a weird look considering that this topic ain't a big deal or something to be lectured about.

"The thing is Johnson the union is telling me to give you a week off or they'll have me pay a fine so from this day you have a week off and I hope will enjoy it"

Tom didn't know what to say, work was the only thing getting him out of bed and now he was forced to take a week off. As he was about to protest the boss silenced him by lifting his hand again.

"I know you might not want to Johnson but I'm afraid my hands are tied here, I'll see you again next week on time as always"

With that said the boss turned around and left letting Tom no chance to protest.

Tom began to put down his work as Jack came back looking shocked

"Tom! Did he fire you?!"

"No Jack relax, apparently the union if forcing the boss to give me a week off or they'll make him pay a fine. I guess it's they think he's letting me overwork or something"

Jack instantly calmed "Oh thank god, I was afraid he fired you when I saw you shutting down your pc and stuff. So what your gonna do that whole week?"

"Honestly, I have no idea. Seems I'll have to buy myself a stack of cards"

After finishing his talk with his wolf anthro friend Jack Adams, Tom drives home with his car unsure what to do to fill the remainder of the day, let alone a whole week! After a calm drive home, considering be was way ahead of rush hour for a time, he parks his car in front of his house.

"Great, a week off, most people would be happy about that. What the hell am I supposed to do now?"

Tom unlocked his front door and stepped into his house right before plunging down into the couch, he takes a quick look at his watch '10:30' and then stares at the ceiling. He starts to go through all the possibilities to fill his time.

"I could go watch some television, if there was more than one channel. Gotta call a cableguy one of these days."

"Maybe some cardgam....hell no"

"Uhm... maybe fishing in the pond. I'd have to buy a fishing pole and some bait. Maybe buy some patience for it aswell while I'm at it."

"Ugh... I could go for a walk in those woods. I still got some shoes to hike but would I really go for a long walk?"

Tom takes a quick look at his watch again '10:31' "Oh lord I'm definitely taking that walk"

He took but a moment to gather some food and a sturdy katana kept on his hatrack, and set out into the world. "Alright, let's see just how big this forest really is."

Tom found out that the forest wasn't as dense as he suspected it to be; he had clear sight in front of him, to the exclusion of the odd tree every now and then. He'd been walking a while, but had kept in a steady line, making sure his house was to the south.

"Hmm, about noon. Better eat while I can."

He sat down and dragged an apple from his pack, sitting against a tree. He idly drummed his fingers around the ground, until he struck something hard, harder than the stones that littered the forest floor.

"Ow, what did- What on earth did THAT?!"

What he had struck was a scorched oak trunk, the top torn from the mighty base by some massive force. The blackened bark was warm to the touch, a sure sign that whatever misfortune befell the great tree was recent.

"I don't know what did this, and I don't want to!"

Not wanting to find out firsthand how this happened, he started heading north again, a bit faster than before. Thirty minutes or so later he resumed his normal pace, still unable to shake off the question of what had destroyed that sturdy oak.

With the unsolved question in the back of his mind he continues to walk around enjoying the fresh air, the peace and the...bear traps?

"Great, so there are poachers AND bears here?"

Tom pondered a second, and decided. He grabbed a nearby stone, and triggered the spring in the trap. He then took a boulder, and proceeded to smash the crap out of the trap, reducing it to wrenched pieces and shards of steel.

"There we go, one less thing to worry abou... oh crap"

Tom's enthusiasm went down rapidly as he saw three men with hunting rifles and hunting gear stand about twenty feet away, faces like blank slate.

"Well, would you look at that fellas. We got ourselves one of them animal lovers"

"Yeah, Frank, and it seems mister animal-lover smashed our trap as well."

Tom thought to himself, "This cant possible get any worse." And right when Tom finished this mental sentence, he hears a loud growl behind him and looks behind as he is greeted with the sigh of a big, brown bear, wearing a face even less amused than those of the hunters.

"I just had to say it, didn't I?"

Tom ruminated about what his headstone would say, when a gunshot rang out, mearly infuriating the bear. The hunters ran forth to meet their ursine enemy, leaving Tom happily forgotten.

"The next bear I run into will get a jar of honey from me"

As the bear and hunters focused on each other, Tom takes this opportunity to get the hell out of there. He runs in the opposite direction of the fight, the fight the bear is obviously winning. Tom turned back in time to see a hunter get nailed to a tree by the bears blunt claws. As Tom runs he can hear two more shots in the distance, and then nothing. Not wanting to get either side against him, he keeps running until he could run no more. He slid against a tree, panting for breath.

"Gah... wonder who won? Men with guns, or angry bear? Bear, definitely."

Deciding he had covered enough ground, he grabbed a few sandwiches from his pack and began to eat. He reached for another, and found his provisions running low.

"Better save some for the trip back"

Tom got up and started heading south towards his house, puzzled by the day he'd had. Luckily the sky was clear and the sun was distinctly set, pointing west. He turned south, and began his march.

After a long walk he was startled by a scream, but he had no idea what made it; he hadn't heard a scream like that outside of a B-rate horror movie. Even though he wanted to stay out of trouble, he couldn't just ignore a person in need of help.

"Me and my chivalry..."

He slowly walked closer, using the trees as cover, anxous not to find a bleeding, angry bear. As he slowly got closer, he heard grunts of pain, but as he got closer he saw nothing. A twig broke behind him, making him spin right into the barrel of a rifle held by a bloodied hunter.

"Y'all gonna pay for Frank and Mike, you sonuvva bitch."

Tom had his hand on the handle of his sword in an instant but he couldn't draw before the man fired, let alone get a good swing. Luck, however, smiled at Tom yet again as a bird flew up behind the hunter, startling him into thinking it was another bear attack. Now was Tom's chance.

Tom pulled out the katana as fast as he could, making a swipe motion and hitting the hunter in the chest. The cold blade left an ugly gash down the man's chest, ending in a deep cut at his side. The man gasps loudly at the sudden pain in his chest and pulls the trigger, only to find the barrel pointing a few inches too high. Tom, however, was fully aware of everything happening as he continued the motion, turning in place and lining his blade up with the hunter's navel He plunges the katana forward, scoring the man below his ribcage, puncturing his liver, and severing his spinal cord from the waist up. He then pulled with all his strength, tearing the man open on the left. Blood spattered the grass around him, forming a fitting deathbed as he crumpled over, eyes misting and rolling into his head.

Seeing that his attacker is dead, Tom sighs in frustration. He was trained to defend, and defend he had, but claiming a life? He always thought he was better than that. "I guess not..." he quipped, and began cleaning his weapon. After trying to clean his katana using the wet bushes, he suddenly remembers why he was here in the first place. He picked up the wet blade and continued onward until he found himself in a clearing, face to face with the source of the scream.

Abby: "What the crap?! You left me out!?"

William2669: "You'll be in the next chapter don't worry"

Tom: "Aside from that did you see how I ninja'd that hunter!"

Abby: "Zip it Tom!"