FSE

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Chapter 2, I'm actually managing to make a story arc, glee! Lots of thanks go to Kasseth, my proof-reader. Please, lemme know if you read/like this, because that'll be how I keep going!

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Bright. Blinding brightness. Everything was extremely bright as the foxgirl slowly opened up her eyes. She could barely manage it, though; everything seemed to give her a massive headache. She squirmed in place, unable to move an inch. Her head twisted one way, then the other, trying to understand: where was she, why was she there, and why couldn't she move? She let out a strained yip, trying to speak.

"Look, hon, she's trying to talk..." A woman's voice floated into Melissa's ears. It was vaguely familiar, but it was just too strange, too foreign for her to place at the time. She squirmed again, the brightness seeming to - at last - clear from her eyes. The first thing she noticed was the clear blue sky above her, making her yip out again as her eyes drifted to the sun. It made her squint all over again, her head pounding. She tried again to speak, another soft yip that was hardly a squeak, and squirmed again.

She slowly became aware of her body as she writhed and wriggled, her limbs feeling far too heavy to move. Her ears twitched and her nose wiggled while the girl stared up, then turned her head. Some of the sunlight was blocked, and a shadowed figure just barely the same shape as her, only larger, was holding her. It spoke in a soothing voice again, "She really seems to love the sunshine." The shadow-draped fox had her muzzle tipped down, and it was as if her features were missing, replaced by an inky black. Melissa tried desperately to make sense of what was going on, but her eyes were still pained, the world far too bright for her to handle.

Her eyes slowly closed again, trying to block out the bright, blinding light while she listened to the woman who held her. "She's trying to sleep, I think. She must really love the sun, to relax so quickly." After the featureless vixen goes quiet, another voice spoke up. It was a familiar, male voice, but it sounded strange. His words were distorted, and her heart raced as she heard him coming closer. "She's so adorable, aren't you, Melissa?" She couldn't help but open one eye, and stared up at the one who spoke. The kit saw another fox towering above her, familiar and foreboding at the same time. He looked just like her father, and yet he was huge, and terrifying in nature. His vulpine features were twisted, malformed into a monstrous farce of her parent.

After that one, shocking moment, Melissa cried. She couldn't do anything but cry, for she was simply too scared. She fussed and squirmed, and though she could feel her heart racing, her mind was fixated on the figure above her. Everything felt so real, yet bizarre; it was enough to keep her in panic. She wailed and writhed some more, until the shadowy vixen lifted her head. "Daniel, sweetie, could you go get little Mel her bottle?" Daniel! That was her father's name. Her heart leapt up into her throat, yet all these strange sensations panicked her more and more. She fought again, crying out with a loud wail as the mockery of her father left her sight. She didn't know what to make of it. If this vixen was calling that fox Daniel, then who could she have been?

The little girl tried opening her eyes again, staring up at the blinding blue sky above. She scanned her eyes around, yet all that met her gaze were trees, green and misshapen. Their gnarled branches covered the horizon, making her more terrified then ever. Everything felt wrong. Everything felt horribly wrong, and nothing fit in this scene. She tried to move again, for something in the back of her mind kept telling her to escape. She gripped at the shadows that held her, crying loudly once more, before a sudden sound caught her completely off guard.

She tried to cover her ears as the loud, strange sound assaulted her senses. Her eyes watered as she heard a wretched noise, like that of an animal being killed. It was a shrill squeal that pierced her ears, so loud that it had to be unearthly. The sound morphed jarringly in her mind: animal one moment, machine the next, it kept switching again and again. She struggled to see what was going on, but she was unable to move from the shadow's arms. With a jerk, the vixen holding Melissa turned, and at that moment she could see it. A jagged beast, large, wide, and practically glowing from the sun's light, was rushing towards them. The kit had only a split moment to see how it moved, to hear that hissing wail grow loud enough to fill her world, before the impact sent her flying from the vixen's arms.

It all happened in a flash, and the shadow was too entranced by this strange predator to flee. After a moment of blinding shock, the both of them were thrown to the ground, and Melissa could see the shadow's mangled, twisted body lying in the grass. They laid in a yard far too familiar for her tastes, but her eyes were drawn to the thick, red blood oozing out of the shadowy vixen at a frightening rate. The girl herself couldn't move, couldn't scream for help, and her eyes were then transfixed on something much more sickening. Her own body rested several feet away, yet it ended with her jaw still connected to her neck, nothing above. The rest had been thrown far away, and pain wracked the girl to the core as she stared at her own body, at the gaping throat that used to be hers.

Melissa sat straight upright with a blood-curdling scream escaping her throat, as her mind processed what had happened in her dream. The frightened girl had her knees pulled up to her chest, and began rocking in her bed as her eyes stared out the window at the pale light of a half moon. It was just a dream, she slowly realizes. A memory of a moment in time she wished upon every star that she could forget; a moment when she and her mother had died.