Kiss My Arse 1 - Introducing Mitch
#1 of Kiss My Arse
No birds sang today and little joy was to be had. The dark, moaning skies and the growling, gurgling sea with the battering wind made the scene all the more depressing. A very large crowd was present and most where in complete tears. Among them was Terra stood with her head bowed solemnly. Rouge, still quite young because of her origin, with Renamon suffering from her age beside her, weeping and paying their respects. Amber and Henry (Lucas) Reloy had also made an appearance in respect and gratitude. Because of the time difference from the two planets, Minerva was there to pay her respects. An aging Falco, Fox and Slippy had turned out with wreaths and a picture of Krystal for the coffin. Mina Ortex, a widow of late, stood in silent pray with her hands at her front. Even Miss B had showed up to make amends and to show her respect. On May 16 at 4.00 in the afternoon, Krystal and Sally Wolfe were found dead in each others arms. A diagnosis later on confirmed that Krystal died first and Sally shortly afterwards. Krystal had died in her sleep and Sally was awake, both from naturally causes. A blissful way to go for a perfect couple. The three daughters, Cassandra, Naomi and Ruby sat in tears of sorrow. Well Cassandra and Naomi did. Ruby was in quite a calm state of mind. The two were placed in a coffin together in each others arms for all eternity, just like they had planned. "And now, Ruby, the couple's youngest daughters has asked to say a few words about her mothers." With pride and dignity Ruby stood up and made her way to the lectern. "I see many familiar faces among you. It's always nice to see you and thank you for showing your respect and kindness towards my mums. I, however, do not share the same sorrow as all of you do. Please don't condemn me just yet, let me explain. I knew my parents better than enough else and I remember one thing, they loved each other with their whole heart. After us of course, they loved each other into such deep emotions that using words would do not do the scale of it any justice. They lived together and they died together. The last breath of my mother, Sally, was the smell of Krystal's hair or her sweet last breath. They died happy and prosperous without regret. And excuse me if I don't believe that that isn't a good death. I believe that they have the whole afterlife together and my blessings go out to them." A roar uplifted from the crowd as one by one they stood in tears of joy and happiness. Everyone was clapping frantically and cheering to Ruby. Even though she was the youngest, she definitely was the smartest. Her sisters rushed to her and all three tightly hugged each other. Ruby looked to the skies as the cloud began to clear, "Looks like it's a nice day after all..."
Maybe I'm getting ahead of myself... Let's start from the beginning. With bullets streaming blast my face and the whistling of the round cutting through the air, I jumped behind a near-by crate for shelter. A mass of gunfire headed in my direction made me hold myself tightly, making sure that one of my limbs strayed into the line of fire. "HOLD YOUR FIRE!!!" The wailing of their commander ceased the gunfire in the room as his voice thunder through the old rafters, "Give it up Mitch." If you haven't already guessed, I'm Mitch. Never known my first name so Mitch has been the name that most people referred to me with. "Bite me fucker." The police commander just sighed as he slammed another magazine into his Desert Eagle, "I have at least two dozen men here with me Mitch so you better hope you have a tank over there!" "I don't need a tank to take a prick like you down." "Now that's what I like about you, Mitch. That fiery tenacity. You would have made a great cop if it weren't for your tendency towards murder." Yeah, a great cop if I was as crooked as these men. I may get angry and have a habit of shooting people but that doesn't make me a bad cop. Or a bad person for that matter. "And for the last fucking time," I began to blind-fire above the crate, unloading the rest of my clip towards the line of police, "I didn't fucking kill her!" Honest, I didn't! "Like shit you didn't Mitch." "What, because a guy has fur you automatically assumed he's killed someone? That's efficient fucking police work if I've ever seen it. You're just jealous." "Of what? The freak you've become; some side-show attraction that became a disgrace to the police academy?" It wasn't my fault. One day I woke up and my skin started to itch. I took a shower and my skin began to crack...and fall off. Underneath was a thick layer of black fur with a long black tail. Looking in the mirror I found a wolf staring back at me with dark red eyes and a black nose. I was slightly higher and heavier built than before. I also seemed to have grown a sheath with a large manhood concealed within. I pulled two new magazines from his belt and began to reload his dual pistols, "Let's be smart about this Mitch. Surrender now and I won't pump you full of lead like I should be doing right now..." Like fuck he won't. Twisted Henderson always lies through his teeth. "You know what," my guns clicked as the first rounds snapped into the barrel, "Fuck off." I slid across the room, taking out three men on a row as I went. "GO GO GO!! GO GET HIM!!!" The row of officers began to advance, firing on me as I made a quick exit. Running between the shelves, I took pot shots at officers in parallel shelves, pegging a few and ducking from returning fire. I soon came to an open space as a line of officers approached me with stun sticks. With a toothy grin I unsheathed my sword, the runes on the surface shining bright. I had no idea where the sword came from but it had appeared ever since I was old enough to remember it being there. One appeared from the right only to be cut down and the one on the left gets stabbed through the mid section. I was on fire. The man in front took a drop kick to the face and a quick low slash made sure the rest were down in a trail of blood. By this time the commander and some good sharpshooter had me pinned down by heavy fire. A few missed shots had blown open a crate next to me. Bingo. With a quick pivot I dived out from the crate and hit a fire extinguisher on my right, piercing the cylinder and concealing me in a spray of foam. I soon reappeared through the middle, my 12 gauge blazing, spraying the commander with gunfire and taking out his men to the left and right flank. He had dropped below a crate and was safe for now. I retreat back to the open crate and pulled out two Mac-10's. "WHICH ONE OF YOU FUCKHEADS CHASED HIM INTO A WEAPONS WAREHOUSE!?!" His loud, angry voice sounded high and echoed above the rafters over the gun fire. Breaking my cover, I spotted two SWAT vans pulling up outside. "Shit..." Running across the warehouse and firmly squeezing the triggers I released wave after wave of gunfire at the police. Soon the Mac's were empty and, as I kicked open the back door, I dived into the cold sea water. The commander ran to the door way in hope of spotting me. I was long gone. "Fuck sake!!" I stumbled back to my spot. The forest was dark and the night was cold and unforgiving. The chilling air swiped at my fur as I walked. The moon overhead fighting valiantly against the unending darkness. Feeling a deep pain as my adrenaline drained from my being, I checked myself. I found a gunshot wound on my arm. "Huh, figures..." Finally I had made it back to my hideout. The first thing I did was get out of my wet clothes. The fire began to blaze as I hung my clothes up. My long, black trousers with my white tank top and long black jacket would take a while to dry in this unforgiving cold. I had nothing to fear though; my fur would fight off the cold. Placing my guns and sword aside, I sat by the fire and grabbed my small knife. Digging it deep into my wounds, I scraped the bullet from the flesh. Blood seeped from the wound as I gritted my teeth in pain. The night was still young as I rubbed my aching back. Born from an unknown source, I was discovered with two things that were odd. First was the hilt of my sword for which the true sword lies within. The other was the markings on my back. The tattoo of a set of wings, white in colour, made me believe I was a bat for a while! However, unlike a real tattoo, I could not remove it. It seemed to be apart of my being. The other tattoo was a sword which took up my whole right upper arm. I remember when I was you reading a book with a story about a sword that looked like that. But it was only a story. Growing up was difficult for me with my tattoos. I never had the chance to go to school, to have friends, to fall in love. The first person I remember was Angela or 'Mum' as I called her. She told me that she found me in an alley way as a baby. My parents and origin was unknown. She took care of me and tried to raise me right. However, she was someone who attracted the wrong type of crowd. We lived on the poor side of Los Mokola, the district where crime and prostitution was high. Angela was picked one a lot because she was incredibly protective of me. I got into a lot of fights with the local kids. I usually one. Training myself to survive was always a challenge but not something of impossibility. Then, one day, a local gang was paid for a hit on Angela. They broke into the house beat her to death. I hid from them in a cupboard in the kitchen. Leaving the poor district, I decided I would dedicate my life to fighting all the criminal activity in the city. Doing whatever it took, I trained as apart of the police squad. Rising through the ranks I became best shot, most brave and the most feared cop. The jealous cop Henderson was annoyed that I played by the book while he took bribes and turned a blind eye. I don't know what happened that day in the shower but it changed my life. The change had been so traumatic that I had lost consciousness. When I finally awoke I was in a cell at the local nick. The door opened showing scientists and soon I lost it. Everything seemed to go red and when I finally regained control two of the scientists were shivering in the corner. In my hand was the dismembered head of the female scientist. My tattoos burned with an unnatural power. This was the power that made me kill her not my free will. "So here you are..." I was broken away from my daydream by a figure standing behind me. I didn't realise what I was dealing with until I stood up and turned round. "Should I come back later so you can put some clothes on?" We stood there in the silence of the forest surrounding us, basked in the glow of the moon in my open hideout. "Look," I said with an angry tone, "I don't know who the fuck you are but I want you out of here, we clear?" The figure stood forward from the darkness which brought me into shock. The figure was an animal, like me. He was a blue, anthropomorphic fox with small claws. He stood in a sort of space suit high on a precipice above my hideout. "Get out of here whatever you are!" I said angrily, eager for him to leave as so I did not have to face anything that I may regret. "But aren't you just a bit curious of your origin?" said the figure with a smirk. The figure leaped of the rocky ledge and landed right in front of me. "Aren't you slightly intrigued why you are an animal? Or the tattoos? Or the sword?" I began to panic from his words and so I rushed over to my sword and 12 gauge. "Piss off..." "But you have to face this." "Like fuck I do." The sound of nearby sirens filled the air. Groups of SWAT policemen soon emerged from the forest, "You're a fucking rat!!" Even from a point blank blast from my shotgun was nothing against as one swipe of his sword deflected the blast. I grabbed my coat and rushed into the woods with him on my trail. Gunfire rained through the woods. I paused to fire backwards with him stopping as well to return fire. He wasn't looking, this was my chance. Using a nearby rock and thrust myself into the air for a horse cut. Unsheathing his sword, he parried me away as he continued to fire at the police. "I'm not your enemy!!" he bellowed over the gunfire. "Bullshit!" Appearing from the darkness of the woods, a unit of police surrounded us at gunpoint. "Put your hands up, Mitch." I was still locked in a sword fight with the fox. My swipes were powerful and precise with my movements difficult to follow, yet he just dodged past them again and again. After a few minutes of me swiping and him simply dismissing them, a downwards cut connected, cutting his suit down the back. I stood in awe at what I saw. Tattoos. "You....you have the same." The police began to become agitated, "Surrender now or we will open fire." "Do you trust me?" asked the stranger to me. I was in a trance, amazed at what I saw. "DO YOU TRUST ME!?!?" he screamed at me in a panic. "Yes..." "Grab my hand." He outstretched his hand and I grasped for it. "OPEN FIRE!!!" bellowed one of the policemen. The gunfire echoed through out the callous trees and the smoke poured from the barrels. The smoke soon cleared as Henderson made the scene. No-one was there. Henderson threw his cap on the ground in rage. I had escaped from the world that hated me. (((This is the new series that will finish off the KRR-CNR concept. Mitch is the main character but I am adding friend and fan characters. Mitch is copyight of me, SPAMZZKRR. Sonic Fox is copyright of Sonic Fox.)))