Calling Cards Chapter 9: The Dish that is Best Served Cold.

Story by Rathe on SoFurry

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#10 of Calling Cards


DISCLAIMER: A little bit of m/m yiff here. If it isnt to your liking then don't read it. If you are underage, don't get caught. Otherwise enjoy and comment, if you dare. As the hypodermic needle plunged into Matthias' chest cavity and unleashed its essence into the lupine's bloodstream, the wolf convulsed and started struggling against the canine's unearthly strength. The beagle pinned him down, grinning like a maniac as his eyes glinted with a homogenous mixture of malice and delight. Matthias felt the life ebbing away as his arms fell to his sides, his strength receding as the beagle straddling him widened his monstrous smile as the lupine drifted off into space. The beagle leaned down and whispered scathingly into the wolf's ear in a very gentle voice, devoid of any emotion or care. "And now, my little puppy, you die. Just like Mommy," the small canine licked up the right side of Matthias' muzzle as he continued his rant. "Just like Daddy and just like the snow leopard." The beagle withdrew the syringe from the lupine's body and tossed it carelessly to the side as the canine's paws roamed over the still wolf's form. "You know, I was very excited when I heard you were still alive. Even more so when my boss gave me the order to take care of you and the jackal. You see, I didn't forget what you did to me." The beagle turned the right side of his face towards Matthias and the wolf winced at the sight. Stitches ran every way on that side of his features, a souvenir from when the wolf went berserk at their last encounter. The upper lips lifted into a sneer as the beagle bared his fangs, anger replacing the malice in his eyes. "Just so you know, the compound in your bloodstream won't kill you. All it does is mix up the signals that your brain sends the rest of your body, so that you'll be paralyzed while the real fun begins." The grin widened even more, if that's even possible as the beagle reached behind his back and produced a wickedly curved knife. His eyes flicked to the instrument in his paw then back to the paralyzed wolf below him. The canine licked the edge of the knife as he lowered it and placed the blade at the lupines stomach, digging in a little bit and causing a hiss of breath to rush up from Matthias' muzzle. "Revenge," the beagle hissed. "They say that it's a dish best served cold." The canine moved the knife upward splitting open the wolf's shirt as he did so, leaving a small trail of blood. The beagle bent down and ran his tongue over the wound, lapping up the blood that seeped out. "Tasty. Anyways, I disagree with the majority on revenge. I find it is best to take it right away and make them suffer. And once I've carved you up like last Thanksgivings turkey, I'll do the same to your jackal friend, Shadow. The two of you have pissed off an important furson with your latest antics and that's why I'm here." The curved knife made its way through the wolf's fur toward his exposed nipples, its edge gleaning in the crystal light of the cavern. Matthias shivered when the cool metal made contact with his sensitive nipples and braced himself for the impending pain. He shut his eyes tight as the beagle let out a high pitched laugh, his voice now teetering on the brink of madness as he started digging the knife into the lupine's torso. "Tell your faggish kitty that I said hi." Time seems to all but stop as a new voice penetrated the wolf's mind. A calm and collected voice full of concern and love. It was one he knew quite well and one he did not think that he would ever hear again. "My Rathe," the snow leopards voice flowed within his mind. Matthias lost himself within his own mind as he envisioned Daniel before him, a sad look in the snow leopard's eyes. "What are you doing?" "Daniel," the lupine gasped out and ran over and embraced his precious kitty, tears cascading down his features. "Oh Daniel, I missed you so much." The snow leopard shoved him away and the wolf faltered a couple of steps as his misty eyes swirled with confusion. "Daniel," the wolf said once again, making his way toward the feline. "What are you doing, Rathe?" the feline demanded, his voice highlighted with anger. "Why are you just laying there?" The wolf tilted his head, unsure as to what the leopard was talking about. "You bastard!" the feline yelled and tackled the wolf, bringing them both down to the ground. Daniel pinned him to the ground and raked through his torso with his claws causing the wolf to wince in pain. The snow leopard planted a paw on either side of the wolf's head and leaned down so that their muzzles were almost touching. His voice emanated a mixture of love and contempt as he soothingly hissed out. "Is this how you are going to honor me? By dying like a coward?" "But Daniel, there's nothing I can do" the wolf pleaded his eyes searching the feline's for some trace of understanding. The feline let out a yowl as he raked through the lupines torso again and bit down hard on the wolf's right shoulder, drawing blood. He slapped Matthias across the muzzle and looked him deep in the eyes. "You know what you're problem is, Rathe. You still can't let me go. I know it hasn't been long. Almost three months have passed since I was killed. But you need to grow the fuck up. Getting yourself killed won't solve your problems. It won't save your friends. So why don't you grow a pair and get off your fucking ass." "I can't move" Matthias responded. The feline sat up, still pinning the wolf in place. "I love you, you big doofus. I always will. But it's time to move on and let go. Save yourself, save your friends, and for fuck's sake... get the fuck up off the ground and kick this prick's ass." Matthias snapped back into reality, the beagle replacing the feline as the knife came crashing down. It might have been that the beagle had gotten the compound wrong. It might have been that the compound didn't reach the wolf's brain. It might even be possible that the wolf's vision of Daniel sparked the inner beast within the lupine. Or it might have been fate, because the next moment the beagle's arm was caught in the strong grip of the wolf, the point of the knife less than an inch away from making contact with the lupine's body. With an unearthly growl and a roar that followed, Matthias twisted the beagle's knife arm, an audible snap, crackle and pop emanating from the arm as it shattered in seven different places. The wolf threw the canine over his shoulder and the beagle landed with a dull thud on the far side of the cavern. He rolled up into a crouch, trembling slightly as he faced the beast before him. What was once Matthias had been replaced with a wrathful foaming crazed lupine, whose speed and strength were momentarily enhanced. Matthias II let out a loud roar and zipped towards the bewildered beagle who did the most rational thing possible when a ferocious mass of muscle comes charging at you; he ran. The beagle whipped out the door and sprinted into the darkness, almost tripping over the prone form of Shadow as the canine ran like the devil were on his heels. Several moments later, he turned his head to see the hurtling form of the berserk wolf charging through the near dark hallway towards the frantic beagle. The canine reached into his pouch and pulled out small miniature pistol. He made a stance and took steady aim. Unfortunately, with his jack hammering heart and his trembling limbs it wasn't steady enough as he shot the rushing mast eight times in the body and two times in the arms. However, the wolf just shook off the blows, not slowing down as blood splattered over the hallways. The beagle's eyes grew several sizes larger as he let out a hurried meep and sped off down the corridor, frantically running for his life. The juggernaut hurried after him, intent on ending his life. The beagle ducked through a door and noticed that he found himself in a large kitchen with only two other doors capable of hiding him. Panicked, he grabbed a well sized cleaver with his good arm and ran through one of the two metal doors. What the beagle didn't know at this point was that the door he chose actually led to a meat freezer and that it could only be opened from the outside. Luckily, he didn't have to wait long for help, as Matthias came crashing through the door, following the beagle's blood trail. The metallic door snapped shut behind the lupine as a mass of crazed red and white fur flew through the air and tackled into the sadistic canine knocking both furs into the air. The frigid temperature instantly turned the spilled blood to ice as the two furs grappled on the ground, each with insane strength and a drive to kill their opponent. Being of smaller size, the canine rolled away from Matthias and got to his feet, his paw clinging to the knife for dear life. The lupine jumped to a crouch and circled around the frightened canine, making sure not to slip on the frozen blood beneath them. The wolf was lost to sight as disappeared behind a hanging slab of meat that was suspended from a dangerous looking hook. The beagle winced as pain surged through his shattered arm and peered around the meat slab only to find that the wolf had vanished. He started to shake with the intense frigidity of the freezer as he whipped his head around and around, intent on not letting Matthias surprise him. All the while, he kept spilling blood from where Matthias had shot him, and the blood froze when it collided with the linoleum flooring. A white blur whizzed by out of the corner of the beagle's eye and he whipped his head in that direction. The white blur swept past to the right and then to the left, always using the hooked meats to hide behind. The beagle let out a breath of visible carbon dioxide as he kept spinning around the frozen room, trying to keep up with Matthias' movements. The blood from the canine's wound had frozen over, keeping him from bleeding to death as he felt weakened by his already sever loss of blood. The beagle cursed as he realized his predicament. Even if he managed to subdue and kill the bloodthirsty wolf, he was still locked up in a freezer. This was where he was going to die. As that thought crossed his mind, he prepared himself for death. All fear bellowed out of him as he calmed himself, intent on at least ending the lupine's life before he froze to death. The beagle took stock of his equipment in his knapsack; two vials of poison, one syringe of liquid chloroform and one smoke bomb. Not to mention the large cleaver that he wielded in his left paw. The wolf on the other paw only had his fangs and claws and his berserk strength. But he had also been shot numerous times; he had to be feeling the effects of the wounds. The beagle closed his eyes and spread out his senses listening for the rampaging creature. The canine could hear his heart beat slowing down as he listened to the quiet click clack of the lupines claws scratch across the frozen floor. He could hear the ragged breathing and the low rumbling growls that escaped Matthias' chest as the wolf came flying from behind one of the meat slabs. The beagle side stepped the ball of fur and lashed out with the cleaver, blood splashing all over the freezer, covering the meats with the lupine's blood. Matthias rose from where he collided with the ground, his wound being cauterized by the freezing temperatures. A shallow wound, the result of the cleaver's arch had stained one of his shoulder's red with blood. Still in frenzy mode, the wolf launched himself at the beagle who threw out his smoke bomb and vanished into the mist created by the release of the smoke and the freezing temperatures. Unfortunately for the beagle, the reaction of the smoke and the freezer's climate caused his eyes to sting and to blur. He had trouble distinguishing where the wolf was in all of the smoke and tried listening for where the wolf would approach, getting one of vials of poison ready to strike. Matthias, who was slowly gaining back his awareness also had trouble seeing in the smoke and attacked the figure closest to him. His claws gouged a huge chunk of meat from the hooked slab and it caused the side of beef to squeakily swing back and forth. As if on a chain reaction, all the hooked meats lined up in that row collided with one another and started swinging back and forth as well. Matthias's light bulb lit up immediately and he started lashing out at all the sides of beef that rested on chained hooks in the freezer and in moments all the sides of meat were moving around and a great squeaking filled the frozen storage facility. The beagle spun around and around, his hearing being devastated by all the squeaking and his sight being blurred by the smoke and the constantly swinging beef sides. He threw his vial of poison at a figure only to have it collide with an inanimate piece of dead cow, the poisonous gas starting to rise from the ground. Trying not to gag, the canine put his useless arm over his muzzle, attempting to not breathe in any of the toxic fumes. His sight all but gone he backed up into one of the stationary slabs of meat. Only that it wasn't a piece of meat as the beagle soon realized when a blood stained white paw clamped down on his injured shoulder. The beagle turned around and swung the cleaver, but it made contact with a slab of meat instead. Matthias, who had ducked from the attack, caught the beagle's arm on the follow through, twisting it two different ways in shattering his other limb. The canine squealed out in pain and terror as he turned to runaway, only to slip on his own frozen blood and fall into a free swinging meat hook. The hook latched into the canine's spine and lifted him off the ground, causing the hook to embed itself within the beagle. Matthias stepped around the frozen pool of blood as he made his way past the swinging wedges of meat, and strode over to where the canine was wincing in pain suspended from the hook. The hook had punctured his right lung and as the slowly freezing blood filled up the beagle's lung, Matthias' fully regained his consciousness. The beagle was freezing to death, dying from loss of blood and drowning in his own fluids as he was suspended from a swinging hook. The wolf looked up at the sadistic beagle, whose eyes were slowly being drained of their life and spoke in labored breaths as he felt the weight of the canine's gunshots. "His name...was Daniel. We were very much in love. Until you and your friends ripped that away from us." Matthias fell to his knees and paws as he looked up at the suspended beagle. "May God have mercy on your soul, if it is right for him to do so." The wolf collapsed and faded out, a blanket of darkness overtaking his sight as he passed out, the form of the dying beagle swinging like a pendulum of frigid death above. _______________ "Hey Sudsy, he's over here" Leon called out as he crouched down in the tunnel, his newly acquired flashlight standing out like a beacon in the darkness. The pale beam glanced over the jackal's still form as the raccoon checked his pulse. After a few moments, a relieved look spread across the coon's visage as the hyena sprinted along the abysmal hallway toward the pair. He held a matching lantern in his paw, which cast an ominous glow against his azure fur. Sudsy looked down at Shadow, a worried look paining his face. "Is he...?" "No" was Leon's reply. "Just knocked out. Drugged by the looks of it. I need you to carry him to his chamber. I'll continue to search for Matty and the intruder." Sudsy, the blue hyena, nodded and summoned an insurmountable strength as he dragged the hulking jackal off towards the crystal lit hallways. Leon, the raccoon, turned his sight towards the opening that once held a cavern door and walked through. The light went this way and that as the coon took in the sight that lay before him. In several areas lay the broken pieces of the door as though someone had charged right through it. Droplets of blood were splattered all about and the coppery stench filled Leon's nostrils as he crouched down to pick up the beagle's discarded knife and an empty syringe. The coon's eyes followed a significant blood trail that led back out the door into the darkened tunnel. His heart jack hammered within his chest as he was guided by the trail of his light as he followed the pool of blood that was spattered through the hallway. Half a mile down the pitch black tunnel, Leon's light reflected off of a few objects on the floor. He bent down to examine the copper shells of the beagle's frantic discharge. "High caliber, small firearm. Most likely an Incio or a Prolyte" the coon muttered to himself as he pawed through the two casings that remained from the gunfire. He stood up and started running down the hall, apprehension and fear making quick work of his nerves as he knew that Matthias didn't have such a dangerous and destructive weapon. The firearm must have belonged to the intruder. Another quarter of a mile and Leon followed the blood trail into one of several kitchens that were used to store extra food. The blood led to the back of the room to the large walk-in freezer and the raccoon noticed two different bloody paw prints smeared on the outside latch. He withdrew a sidearm and held it in both of his trembling paws as he quietly and swiftly hurried forward and tried to peer into the window of the freezer door. Unfortunately, the window was frosted over and Leon checked the thermostat outside of the door. 19 degrees Fahrenheit. Leon's eyes bulged out as he knew he would never set any temperature that low. Some other fur must have tampered with the thermostat. He placed a paw on the latch and held the firearm steady as he wrenched open the freezer door, prepared to fire upon any strange sight. What greeted his eyes was strange indeed, but he quickly holstered his weapon as he darted past the hooked corpse of the canine, and knelt down beside the freezing red and white lump of fur. After an incredible amount of effort and strain, Leon managed to roll the limp wolf over onto his back so that the coon could examine the damage. Blood had crystallized over Matthias' body where he had been shot and Leon couldn't tell if any vitals were damaged, so the coon moved his paw towards his throat to check for a pulse. After what seemed an epoch, the raccoon found a faint pulse but knew the wolf was in dire need of medical aid. The raccoon braced himself as he dragged the unmoving form of the lupine out of the freezer into the main part of the kitchen. Leon scurried about faster than lightning, heating up the stoves, boiling pots of water and turning on the microwave and the oven in a desperate attempt to heat up the room. The thief dug through the numerous drawers pulling out paper towels, an assortment of sharp knives, a pair of red handled needle-nosed pliers and a pair of ultimate scissors that he had bought from Pamper Chef. Scurrying towards the seriously wounded lupine lying on the ground, the raccoon got to work. Laying towels down on the floor he rolled the wolf over onto them and he cut open the frozen bullet wounds that the lupine received. Blood the color of black cherries welled up in the wounds and seeped out as it ran down the sides of Matthias' body, coating his fur in a fresh layer of blood. Once the water was set at boiling, the raccoon tossed the metal instruments into the water to sterilize them as he set about opening the rest of his bullet wounds. He took the scissors and snipped the fur away around the area of the puckering skin and then dug the sterilized pliers into each puckered wound. Leon winced as he did so, realizing that although his friend was asleep, his nerves were still registering this inconceivable amount of pain and he would have one hell of wakeup call. As the pliers hit something solid, Leon hoped to god that it was the bullet remains and closed the tool's vice around it and slowly and carefully pulled out. When he was younger, no one could beat him at the game Operation, and here the raccoon was in his element. With the other bullet wounds Leon did the same thing, pulling out several small pieces of metal from the lupine's body. Thankfully none of the bullets had shattered or been too close to his vitals. When all of the bullets had been removed, Leon started roughly stitching up the wolf. Sudsy's blue head popped through the door as he evidently followed the blood trail as well. Matthias' breathing was shallow as tears welled up in the raccoon's eyes. "Sudsy, we need to get him to a hospital immediately." The sapphire hyena nodded and bent down and lifted the lupine in a fireman's carry and rushed out the door towards the exit of the subterranean labyrinth, navigating through the pitch black hallway' like a fish to water. Leon followed swiftly in his wake, hoping that they could get the wolf to the hospital in time. His friend's life depended upon it. In the hot and steaming shower, Sam Tippins couldn't help but visualize the unknown white wolf, even though he had just pawed off to a fantasy involving his band mates. As the brown wolf's paws roamed over his body, soaping his chestnut fur with a mixture of soap and shampoo, Sam imagined that the paws belonged to the white furred lupine and that they were both in the shower together. The wolf traced over every muscled, letting his claws follow every curve of his body, leaving no spot untouched. A gentle murr escaped from his muzzle as he felt his sheath start tingling in excitement. The brown wolf imagined what the white lupine's shaft looked like. He imagined a his fantasy image sporting a whopping twelve inch crimson shaft tapered to a point and a tennis ball sized knot still tucked away in his sheath. Sam's own crimson ten incher popped out of its furry prison, standing out proud and vibrant as it was assaulted with barrage after barrage of hot soothing water. As the wolf let his paw gently caress the sensitive spire before him he imagined the white wolf kneel down in the shower, his fur soaked with through with water as he licked up and down the vocalist's wolf cock. Pre started to drizzle from the end of Sam's cock and blend seamlessly into the water cascading down his furry body. The white wolf started tongue bathing Sam's hanging orbs, which shot several surges of sensation up Sam's spine as he shuddered and shivered at sight. The wolf's golden eyes connected with Sam's jade eyes as the white wolf engulfed Sam's member deep into his maw, letting the wolf cock rub at the back of his throat and Sam couldn't help but buck as the strange white wolf went down on him. "Hey Sam," erupted Brian, the brown wolf's twin walked in, disrupting Sam from his fantasy. The white wolf disappeared as Sam looked at his brother who was sporting a bleeding arm. The brown's lupines eyes shot open as he hopped out of the shower, his erection leading the way towards his brother to examine the sever cut that was bleeding like a waterfall. Despite his pain, Brian couldn't help but glance at his brother's cock and snicker. "Sorry, was I interrupting something?" Sam paid no attention to the jibe as he set about trying wrap toilet paper and towels around his twin's arm. "Shit Brian, how did this happen?" "Well," Brian began as he winced from Sam's rough treatment of the wound. "The shorter version is that I tripped on a stray shoe and the window of the porch door stopped my fall." "Shit Brian. This is going to need stitches. Come on. We have to get you to the hospital." "Oh don't let me stop you from enjoying yourself." Sam looked over at his smiling twin, and felt the monstrous lust rise up within him. However, his brother was badly hurt and needed help. "I'll take care of this later. Your health is imperative." The brown wolf scooped up his clothes and putting them on he hurried out the door. "Come on. Let's go. It seemed that Sudsy Malone had connection to furs high up in the hospital because only four minutes after they arrived and the lupine was being carted off on a gurney, surrounded by a lot of shouting furs, all dressed in white. Leon and Sudsy had to wait in the lobby while the doctors went to work with their spectacular life changing operation. Leon had done a thorough job of pulling out the bullets, but Matthias had lost too much blood and was suffering from hypothermia. The two thieves waited patiently hour after hour for their friend to recover. Before they knew it they were alone in the lobby except for a mouse not sitting far away and a brown wolf speaking in hushed worried tones with the nurse at the counter. The mouse was dressed in an expensive business suit, the kind that only few could buy and everyone else could only dream of. His gray fur shone with the pigment of wisdom and experience as he sat reading through the stocks. By chance his beady eyes flipped up and he spotted the Sudsy and Leon waiting nervously for news of their friend. The mouse's cold and calculating eyes hovered for a moment before folding up his paper and stuffing it away in his coat. The aged mouse stood up and stretched, a yawn escaping his opened maw as his paws lifted high. He casually walked over and plopped down in a seat next to the two thieves, a friendly smile drawing on his muzzle. "Don't worry, I'm sure that whoever you are here for will be fine." Leon glanced up at the comforting mouse, recognizing his visage but unable to give it a name. The raccoon's eyes were dry from having cried during the car trip to the hospital and he nodded his head meekly in response to the semi-familiar mouse. Sudsy had done all of the talking when they arrived and he looked at the mouse with a smile as he replied, "thank you, sir. We appreciate your words. I'm sure that whoever you are here for will be fine as well." The well mannered mouse let out an uncharacteristic laugh as he replied in a mirthful tone. "Oh no, son. I'm not here waiting on anybody. I'm on the board of directors and I just happened to be in the neighborhood so I thought I'd drop in and see if the place was still in working order." The mouse let out a paw, which the hyena accepted in a very friendly like manner. "You can call me Mr. Steve." "Sudsy," the hyena responded as he grew an immediate liking for the friendly well to do rodent. At that moment, the doors rushed open and one of the doctors attending on Matthias came through and started towards the trio of furs. "Mr. Malone, I'm afraid that your friends' condition is quite serious. His blood type is O negative. It is rather rare and unfortunately we have just used up the last on a patient a few hours ago. Are any of you O negative?" the grizzly attendee asked. Leon shook his head and said, "A positive." Mr. Steve replied gravely, "AB negative." "O positive" responded Sudsy in a very crestfallen voice, knowing that his friend's chances of survival were growing bleaker. "Excuse me," piped up a baritone voice behind the three furs. They looked up as the bear turned around to see the brown wolf behind them. His jade eyes pierced the furs to their core and his visage also seemed familiar to the raccoon. "I heard you were looking for a fur with O negative blood to donate. That's my blood type and I would be glad to help out." The bear attendee nodded and gestured for the nurse to escort the brown wolf back to get him set up for a blood transfusion. The ursine turned back to the trio before going on. "There is also the matter of the type of wounds on Matthias." At the mention of the wounded lupine's name, Mr. Steve's short ears perked up. "As a doctor it is my responsibility to report any gunshot wounds to the police." Leon and Sudsy exchanged nervous glances, realizing that this would lead to their secret lives being revealed to the whole wide world, which would be bad for business. Mr. Steve piped up suddenly. "I'm so sorry about that sir. You see, young Matthias was testing out a new line of body armor for one of my companies and the clay plating didn't hold well. I'm taking care of his insurance as well as his hospital stay, so I see no reason to be reporting this to the police." "B..b..but sir," the grizzly replied. The mouse's voice turned to ice as he snapped, "Do you know who I am, doctor?" The bear meekly nodded. "And do you know what I'm capable of if I am displeased?" The bear took in a sharp breath as he nodded again. "Then it would be best to do as I say, agreed?" "Yes sir," the doctor said as he hurried off to set up the blood transfusion. The thieves just looked with jaws hanging open at the aged mouse as he settled back in his chair, his paws set in a steeple as he relaxed and mused "Matthias, hmmm? It seems that events have gotten inextricably more complicated." Mr. Steve let out a sigh as he watched the two thieves go back to talking amongst themselves. "Oh well. It wouldn't be any fun if everything fell into place all neat like." The mouse pulled out an expensive cell phone as he walked out of the lobby into the dank night air. After a few rings and an answered "Hello" Mr. Steve responded back into the receiver, "You will never guess who I just found."