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Well it's a rewrite. I thought it could do with some touching up and some more in it. If you like it then check the others out as well. I hope to have rewrites for the others done eventually.

All characters used in this story are copyright to my fine self. If you want to use them then please ask me first and dont forget to keep them in character. Also this story is copyright to me. I don't want it being circulated without permission from me telling where it's going to be posted.If I find it elsewhere and without my name on it I will be very, very pissed.

That said, enjoy the reading :D

The Traveller

Welcome to a world of humans and great monoliths; a place where the meek will never inherit the earth, and where greed and hatred rule. The wars that ravaged the earth as before continue still to this day.

These humans are not unlike yourself or I in appearance. Only in character are they different. They have no fur, no multi coloured eyes, and no talons or claws. They desire everything, and what they now desire is your lives. They are the enemy of the furry world for this reason. Most would kill a fur on sight just for being alive.

Why though? Media of course. He who controls the media controls the people after all. Who controls the media? The government of course. Falsified documents can get things done far quicker and with less outcry than if you go by the book. Why did it happen though? Only those behind it truly know, gesticulation is all the 'people' can do about it. Not that they care. Most are too consumed in their own capitalist ventures to care for what is right and decent. Fancy that. People looking out for themselves rather than others. Some things never change.

The furs moved away from these parts of the world, spreading out into the uninhabited areas where supplied were less than plentiful but that were hard areas to reach whether by air, land or sea. Distancing themselves from the human world as they did so they threw off the shackles of their oppression and began a new way of life. A life that the humans despised. 'Sickening' 'Disgraceful' were the typical propaganda stories against them by the unsympathetic human media.

Some chose to remain however. To try and stop the persecution. Though most humans were evil in word and deed, a few would stand up and oppose the oppression of the furred ones. Most of these, however, ended up like their counterparts...incarcerated or in ,sad to say, other situations missing and presumed dead.

This story is about a fresh-faced teenager who is about to take a long journey, and who is destined for great things. How do I know? Because I lived them dear reader. These are my memoirs as it were. Hope you enjoy them.

The sounds of arguments erupting in the small hours of night were commonplace in my residency on Liska Drive. For as long as I could remember she would always get drunk at least two nights a week, more often four or fire though. As a child I knew when I heard her open her door I had to turn out the light, lest she were to come in and begin hurling abuse at me. It became worse during my teen years when my father left. She drank more, and became more aggressive. On more than one occasion I had to dodge flying cutlery and crockery, but was always prepared for her tantrums, so I escaped unharmed. The rage I felt for her was so justified and unprepared. I kept this bottled up inside me. For too long it turned out.

As with all high-pressure containers, though, they eventually leak or explode...which is just what happened to me. I was at school. During the usual bickering and petty arguments that are commonplace in those places of hell someone would just touch me and then, like the snapping of fingers it would happen. Something would click inside me and before I knew it I would be out of control, throwing people and chairs across the room. It was useful, however, as it bought me fear, and with that fear came the respect every child likes to have. How many of you were bullied at school? Taunted for being weak? We all know it yet never report it. Why though? Because we fear we would look even weaker. Humans are all stubborn people at heart is why.

One day I heard of a horrific beating that happened on a fur. I was appalled, and so complained to people about it, being as I am a gregarious person. Most people barely batted an eye lid and said something like, ''Got what was coming to him'. I was so gutted at the responses I got. How could anyone be so callous? So sickeningly indifferent? What had happened to the 'all people are born equal' ideals from the beginning? I decided to go more widespread, showing how far downhill we had gone as a species. Humanity was just finding a new base for their hatred. Anything went wrong it was a furry. First the blacks and now the furries. Never your fault, always someone else's. If they don't have the same colour skin or, in this case, having an abundance of fur then they are obviously troublemakers.

I did some research and it was obvious that the majority of these people were set up. Police were always heavy handed and one Officer was always the one who made the arrests. My god the man was an asshole. I should know. I met him but that is later on in my life. I wanted to make a stand for the furries. Who the hell where we to think we were any better than them? I felt anger, a new sense of life and meaning. My grades shot up in history as a result of my research. Things were looking good for me at last. I had people who I could talk with and even found a few sympathetic to my cause. We decided to spread the word around the school.

That's when I was discovered distributing leaflets on school grounds. It was against the school rules. No politics. Not now, not ever. 'Schools are for learning not being able to think for yourself' it seemed. So they suspended me. During my absence, those who had once feared me told the school board about my little outbursts. Needless to say I was expelled with no actual proof. No politics indeed.

My mother did not take it well of course, and that's when she began drinking at breakfast. I had a job as a shelf stacker at my local supermarket, early morning shift so I didn't know. One day I came back early as I was no longer needed. When I came back to house I found her drinking. I didn't say anything, just picked up my wallet and slammed the door shut.

I couldn't believe it, it was just so wrong, so depraved and sickening. How could one person do this to themselves? It wasn't my fault. It was hers. Not mine but hers. I felt the anger build up inside me and had to go to my thinking place in the park to let of steam. Mindless damage is good for getting it out of the system I found. When I finished I went to work and took a small bottle of vodka with me as I walked out again. I held it up so the manager could see, docking my wages as appropriate.

Ironic really, I thought as I took a huge gulp of the cold liquid, feeling it burn my throat with it's bitterness. I was becoming like my mother

'No,' I said 'I'm not anything like her.' I threw the bottle down, shards of glass flying across the street as I rose and went home.

It was late and I was listening to music. Why should I care about her trying to sleep? I had a job, only I needed the sleep. Then she came downstairs...

'What the hell are you still doing awake ... Nick?!' She shouted her slurred words at me.

'I'm up because I don't have to go to work tomorrow, and because I can. I have no school, so why should I be worried about going to sleep early?' I replied in a demeaning tone of voice.

'I know you've got no school you worthless piece of shit! You got expelled as I remember. You're just as worthless as your father.' Her face contorted into that face I had seen all those times before. I hated that face. I hated her.

'What did you say...? What the fuck did you just say!? Dad was a great man!' I shouted at her, feeling my rage rising inside me. ''He left because of you and your stupid drinking. He had something you could never have... he had honour.' I grabbed the glass in her hand and smashed it on the floor.

'If anyone's worthless it's you! I hate you!'

With those words I pushed her backwards. She stumbled and I pushed her again, relishing the sheer power I had over her. God it felt great to see her face.

Then it happened. When they talk of major moments in your life. This was one of them. Face changing to a surprised look as she tripped over a stool. The look on her face was a picture of surprise as she fell through the kitchen window.

The sound of the smashing glass caused numerous surrounding houses to light up. The occupants could sense it the summer's air. Something cold, evil even. Murder. Murder is what they smelt, and like ravenous dogs on the hunt they arrived in droves at the door within seconds. Then the sound of police sirens awoke me from my daze. She looked so peaceful as she laid there. Of she was dead alright. That amount of scarlet pooling beneath her body could only mean one thing. She was as dead to the world as she had been to me.

I was in trouble and I knew it. The adrenaline in my body made my heart pump faster, chest grow tighten as my lungs burnt. It was exhilarating, frightening, uplifting. I remember feeling the wry smile on my face turn into a sneer and then a grin. I thought my mind would explode with all the thoughts running through it. Some of which I look back on and shake my head, putting it down to the situation and not my actual mind.

Then, at a knock on the door, my head cleared suddenly, like a rushing waterfall had drained through it, clearing my mind of thoughts. I knew what to do and I did it. The scene had gone through my mind over and over several times before this day. I took my wallet and rucksack, and went out through the broken window. Glass crunched underfoot as I walked past my mother's corpse. The summer breeze had already been enriched with the smell of her blood, of her death.

'Farewell, mother. It seems you lost in the game of life. Don't wait up. I won't be coming back here.'

With those words I left her forever. I raced down the garden to the vine trellis at the end. As I began climbing I heard the door to my old home burst open.

'Search the place thoroughly boys he might still be hiding' I heard a deep voice say. I heard voices shouting ''He could be in the garden'' as I ran past the old house where I used to play. The abode was as derelict now as it was back then. I looked up and could swear I saw something in the window...an old friend's face maybe?. Forever etched in my mind of when I would play there. She was a squirrel and my first love. I found her there all alone one day. A sad sight indeed. She had lost her parents. Most likely taken away. She had escaped. Something I was thankful for.

'No time to reminisce, Nick. Get your ass out of here!' I said to myself. I broke out onto the high street and continued running towards my freedom, which lay at the end. At the end of the high street was the river.

'Salvation!' I gasped as I took in gulps of air. Gods my lungs were burning, aching with the cold air as it punched its way into my lungs. The pain only serving to make me go faster.

I made my way down the steps to the riverside and spotted the boat I planned to make my escape in. I saw the shed with its broken slats. I climbed inside to look for the keys but they weren't there.

'Fuck!' I said. 'Contingency plan it is then.'

I took a rowing boat and pushed it into the river, and then clambered aboard.

The sound of my boat being rowed down the river was eclipsed by the noise of the late night bars and restaurants that were situated on the river's edge.

'No one would be looking for a runaway teenager who had just murdered his own mother rowing down a river at night', I reasoned to myself.

I was jolted awake by a crunching sound. Slightly dazed, I opened my eyes. It was morning and I was face down on the floor of the boat. Musty wood greeting my senses, unwelcome at whatever time it was. I looked up and saw, to my horror, a police boat in front of me. Stunned I said the only thing that came to mind.

'Crapfuck.'

'You can say that again,' said a broad shouldered policeman as he tossed his cigar into the river.

'Let's see... one count of murder, one count of criminal damage, aggravated assault, breaking and entering and grand theft auto.'

'Here Dave isn't this Nick, the furry lover. He got expelled for distributing pro furry leaflets at my son's school if I remember.'

'Pro furry!?' boomed Dave, the large shouldered policeman. 'I hate you pro furry people! You and those...' I saw his face redden and his fists clench together '...damned furries!' I couldn't help wonder what had happened to him. A furry gang? Mugged perhaps? It must have been something huge.

I did something stupid then...very stupid. Looking at his nameplate I saw his name was Kerr. It was the same guy who had been on all the furry arrest cases.

'So am I under arrest then, officer Wang?'

'What did you just say?' A look of bitter evil in his eye as he said it.

'Wang Kerr... that is your name isn't it officer?' I said with a slight smirk on my face. The other officers laughed at this, rightly so as it was damned funny. Stupid as I said but funny.

'I hope you like hospital food kid' He grinned and licked his lips as he said it. Before I had time to response I saw that broad fist rising towards my face

When I awoke, I could feel my face throbbing. Fucker, I thought to myself. I tried to reach up to feel the bruise, but couldn't. My hands had been cuffed to railings, it seemed. I opened my eyes slowly, cursing the bright lights in the room. I blinked a couple of times, and then looked around when my eyes were ready to focus. I was in a hospital room. The beeping of a monitor drew my attention to a screen, which showed my heart and breathing rate.

'One ten over eighty...not too shabby, Nick...'

'Ahh, you're awake, I see. First sign of madness that is. Talking to yourself that is' A man in a white coat walked over towards me holding a clipboard that covered his face.

'Sorry about the handcuffs. The officers insisted on them, I'm afraid.'

'Well, I would have escaped or tried to, since I'll be in jail for quite some time...' I said with a hint of sadness in my voice.

The doctor lowered his clip chart to show black fur surrounding his face. He placed a finger over his mouth to signal me to be quiet as he saw the look on my face of bewilderment. He took out a key and undid the handcuffs then handed me my clothes and closed the curtain around my bed so I had some privacy.

I put on my white socks; denim jeans white t shirt and Hawaiian top and then walked out of the curtains. The doctor was waiting for me on the other side. A policeman was lying sprawled out on the floor

'Very nice outfit you got there. Oh, and don't worry about him, I used Sodium penthanol. He's just sleeping,' He said as I looked at the policeman on the ground. 'Put this on and walk out down the fire escape. There are armed police officers everywhere else.'

'Thanks,' I said, 'but who are you?' I put on the blue overcoat.

'A friend. Cathy sends her regards by the way. When you're outside head to the parking lot and look for a white van on the second level. Knock on it three times and say, 'Yaoi is gay.' Now, get going whilst I hide this guy.'

I went out the fire escape, which was just to the right of my room. Clanking down the steps, I made my way to the parking lot. I saw a police van and hid behind a car as it drove past me. I decided to stay behind the cars so as not to be seen. Heading down a level, I saw the van stationed in an alcove under a broken light which flickered every once and again. I couldn't see anyone in the front seats, so I crept around to its side. I sauntered up to the van's side door and knocked three times.

'Yaoi is gay,' I spoke to the side entrance of the van.

The door opened immediately, and a gloved hand grabbed my wrist and pulled me in into the darkness of then van's interior. I heard a click, and a gentle glow permeated the darkness.

'Ahh, Mr. Bond, we've been expecting you!' Chuckled a Gryphon.

'Name's Scarleth, by the way,' He offered a talon, which I shook of course. 'This here is Theorca.' A light golden wing pointed towards the other side of the van. 'He's an orca, as you can see. We call him Theorca the orca. A fitting name really and one that he doesn't particulary like.' He chuckled and winked at me' He's also the leader of F.A.P. That's Furries Against Persecution, and yes, he did choose the name for that reason.'

'Thanks for the rescue and all, but, err...why did you rescue me actually? I mean, as grateful as I am, aren't I an enemy to the furry world?'

The orca replied, 'Your people are the common enemy to both of us now, since you are now a fugitive on the run from the short, stumpy and stupid arm of the law. The enemy of my enemy is my friend and all that. Then there were those leaflets, which were very nice in my opinion. Those were very useful to our cause. So think of this as a way of saying thanks.'

'A 'thanks' which cost me my future, though...' I said, slightly downheartedly, remembering the fun that I could have had at my university. Three knocks at the door startled us. Then came a familiar voice.

'Yaoi is gay.'

I opened the side door to see the black wolf still wearing his doctor's uniform, and holding my rucksack. As the light above him flickered I saw a mischievous grin on his face.

'Why the grin, Raven?' asked Theorca.

'Well it seems that one of the officers there liked me so much he gave me his number,' he said as he produced a small piece of paper. He passed me the slither of paper along with my rucksack.

'Nice one Raven.'

I took a look at the numbers written on the paper and smirked, remembering a webcomic I read once.

'Raven... this is pi to eight digits. It's a fake number.' He took the piece of paper and tore it up as we laughed.

'Well, I think it's time we left this place. Buckle up everyone, you know how I drive.' I could hear the grin in his voice as the engine hummed into life. 'And we're outta here!'

The van screeched towards the ground floor of the parking lot. The black wolf turned towards me and said, 'As you can see, we're all furs.'

'Actually, I am an avian,' contested the gryphons

'And I'm an orca'

'Ruin the moment why don't you?'. Anyway our group, Furries Against Persecution, is the head organisation of the furry world. Though there are many sub groups and then further sub groups of those sub groups. We have safe houses all over the world for persecuted furries, but, of course, how do you get information to the furs still out there among humans? It's almost impossible. So, we set up little operations like this one to try and rescue those we can without letting our presence be known. Then along came your leaflets. We implemented the idea and it worked brilliantly. All anti-furs just ignored them or ripped them without seeing what they had on them. Thanks to you, we have started a mass evacuation of furs and pro furs from all of the major cities. We're rallying them all towards war kid, and its all thanks to you.'

'So, I guess you got me so you could torture me for info about the military then?' I asked with a hint of fear in my voice. The ideas of the human blood that would spill because of me crept into my mind. I dismissed them as I reasoned that they all deserved everything the bastards got.

'Ve haf vayz ov making you talk, little von,' said Raven grinning, in as real a fake German accent as I had ever heard.

'Can the dramatics, slut boy,' said Scarleth.

'Slut boy?' I inquired slightly surprised and intrigued at the nickname.

'You could say I sleep around. I'm a bit of a trysexual. I'll try anything'

'Have you tried not being so god damned gay?' Snapped the gryphon, with just a hint of anger seeping into his voice.

'Hey, that was unnecessary,' I said as Raven whimpered. I pulled him towards me so his top half was lying on my lap, and then began to rub his stomach. The sound of gentle panting filled the van. We continued on in silence for a while. Raven fell asleep long before I did. Long journeys with strangers always did make me tired.

When I woke up, Raven handed me a tissue. 'Drool kid, on your shoulder'

'Damn it,' I said, slightly annoyed. I wiped off the drool from my shirt before putting it in a small plastic bag. I noticed that Scarleth was gone and that the engine was no longer running. 'Weird question, I know, but are we by any chance being carried by the gryphon?' I asked. Theorca replied from the front seat

'Yep. He had to spread his wings a bit. Anyway, how else would we get back to Australia?'

'Australia? Are you serious?' I said in an unbelieving tone.

'Home of F.A.P. of course. Where did you think we'd put it, Nick, America? Don't believe the cartoons and films mate. It's Australia that does all the kickass stuff in wars..' Raven ruffled about a bit through a folder lying on the floor of the van before pulling out a form.

'Just a few questions, Nick'

I looked down at my lap and said 'Sure. What for, though?'

'Employee of F.A.P. form,' he replied matter-of-factly. 'Age, gender, species, and orientation et cetera'

Not expecting these kinds of questions at all, I answered them as he asked

'Well, I'm eighteen. Birthday was on May 20th. I'm male, leaning towards bi though that surely doesn't matter, and human obviously.'

I saw his ears twitch at the 'bi' statement, and then he replied, 'Human for now, kid.'

'Huh?' was all I could say.

'He means that since your old life is effectively over, we could change you into a furry, like us.' Theorca replied

'I'm in. Nothing you could say would make me change my mind. This is just so damned cool...it's like a dream come true. I want to be a skunk with a big old floofy tail.'

'Sure kid. I'll get the tech guys on it right away once we get back. In the mean time you may as well go back to sleep. There's a pink liquid in a bottle back there. Drink that and you'll be out in no time. We'll try not to defile you whilst you sleep'

'Would have been the same as prison' I chuckled as I drank the potion, feeling its effect immediately. The last thing I heard was, 'Aww, he's so cute. I'm gonna snuggle with him.'

When I awoke, there was a bundle of fur on me. By the feel of things he was humping my leg. I couldn't help but laugh at the situation. I mean it's just in my nature to laugh at random things like that. How often do you wake up with an anthro humping your leg?

'Flowers and a movie first Raven, flowers and a movie first.' The wolf woke up at the mention of his name. 'Is my bisexual slutty black wolf with a silver earring having fun?' I asked jokingly.

'Huh? Wha?' were the first things he said as he surveyed his surroundings. Then he realised what he was doing as his eyes met mine and then his overactive loins. 'I was just thinking of you Nick!' He said as he blushed heavily. A trait I found surprising considering all the fur on his body.

'I'm really sorry...I...I...I'll go sit over here now.' Looking dejected, the black wolf began to move away, when I grabbed him and pulled him back on top of me.

'You're not going anywhere,' I said and kissed him and felt his bulge against my crotch.

'What's the time, Mr. Wolf?' I asked coyly.

'It's 1'o clock...time for lunch.' He kissed me stronger as his hand reached inside my pants.

'Kree! We're here,' came a voice from on top of the van. I shuddered at the noise, and as Raven got off of me [later he would get me off], taking his hands out of my pants. We left the now, very dirty van together.

I looked in front of me. I had finally arrived. First time in Australia and damn if it wasn't just an amazing first view.

End of chapter one

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