Sealed
I'm guessing I just stick this whole disclaimer/author's note thingy at the top here. ^^ Aaanyways... This story's hella old. Before I swapped fursona, and everything. There's gonna be a LOT of errors, and as I'm new to writing I'd enjoy it if anyone who votes or feels like commenting, leave a constructive comment so I can get better. Also, I wanna write lots of naughty stories, but that comes after a bit of practice ^^ Anyways, all people copyright the author, don't read if F-bombs and guns scare you, blah blah blah...
"Hmph!"
A voice is heard down the bleak, desolate hallway in the west wing of the abandoned Kurasi complex. "COME OUT OF THERE!" Another voice shouts, the view trailing down to the only standing door in this wing. It's made of strong steel, and very thick, perhaps a vault. "WE WONT HURT YOU!" The second voice shouts again. It seems to be coming from a strange black figure holding an M16 trained on the door. The three figures are part of the old Kurasi Corporation, an ex-multi-million dollar weapons research facility with the public face of affordable medicines. The man with the bigger weapon smirks, releasing the pressure locks on his headgear before removing it, shaking his blonde hair about. "Seal it. If he won't come out he'll NEVER come out." He says with a smirk, his gloved human hand brushing the short hair around a bit.
Inside the vault, amidst a pool of blood lies a wounded fox... He's bleeding from several holes in his chest, arm, and both legs as well as his shoulder, thoroughly soaking the cheap, torn cloth. "Stupid fuckin'...Man... Why they gotta pick on us anyways, we ain't doin' nothin'..." He mumbles under his breath, tearing off his shirt to reveal the deep red fur and the strange tattoo on his chest. He continues to quietly mumble and curse out the ATIF team outside (That's Anti-Fur) as he tears his shirt apart, doing nothing to stem the flow of blood but its worth a shot as he ties bits and pieces around the various wounds, panting in exhaustion. He growls softly, shakily standing to his feet as he looks around, his vision quite blurry, blinking more then needed as he glances around. Around him, the various shine and glint of the light from above bouncing on the cold metal of the prototypic weapons. "Feh...least I got some guns." He grumbles, his steps weak and shaky as he makes his way over to a prototype of what looks like a automatic handgun. He grunts and balls his right, bloody paw into a fist, pulling it back, closing his eyes and turning away slightly as he punches forward, yelping in pain as he connects and breaks the glass, shards of it embedding into the skin beneath the fur. "GAH, that stings!" He says loudly, between pants as he pulls his glass-shredded paw back, holding it at the wrist as he stares at the gun...
Outside, the other two men are currently wheeling in welding equipment from either side of the outside portion of the hallway. They quickly grab their torches and get to their knees, igniting the flames and quickly setting to work welding the bottom section of the door to its metal frame. "Do it thick, too. That one in there's one of our Auth users!" Kazinal shouts, the main human as he leans against the wall, just staring at the door as if doing so would let him predict the fox's motions inside, chuckling a bit at the yelp the fox makes. The human reaches into his pocket of his armor suit, pulling out a small cube and tossing it to the door, where the cube beeps and sticks, instantly melting flat to the door. "Just a little...precaution..." He mumbles, hitting a button on his wrist, the cube starting to beep, its explosives armed.
The fox growls softly, his left paw currently tugging each and every shard of glass out of his right palm and hand, whimpering slightly in the pain, still panting in exhaustion. "Grr..." He starts to mumble, before he hears a beep, turning to the door. "Aw, fuck..." He mumbles, reaching in his back pocket with his now glass-free paw, pulling out his Key (It looks like an ID card). He grumbles and hits one of the two added buttons, labeled Auth, watching the number rise to two from zero, with a grin on his muzzle. He reaches in and grabs the prototypic pistol, , twirling it in his right paw...Which, strangely enough, shows no scars or wounds from the glass, it's as if they were never there. He grins, the rest of his body following suit, his form almost glowing with a black energy as he holds his gun toward the door, just watching. He blinks a few times, just watching the door. During his final blink, his eyes seem to disappear, not literally as the next time he blinks they are quite normal again, green in color instead of the red. He grins, and aims the pistol down to one corner of the door, where one man is working, and pulls the trigger.
The men outside look up, frowning at a sudden sound almost like an explosion. The two at the door look up, the one on the right frowning as a little red spot appears at the door. He looks back, "S-Sir...?" He says, his sentence quickly cut off as he's sent flying into the wall, a huge hole on the door where his head was, his head now completely missing. The other two quickly scramble up, grabbing their weapons, "Shit he's got the CZ!" Kazinal shouts, grumbling as he and the other back to other sides of the wall near the door.
The fox again grins, holding the CZ at an angle now as he shifts the aim to the wall, where the second underling lies. Bang...Another hole, another heedless victim of his newfound rage, "Come on Kazinal! Come and fucking GET ME!" He shouts, grinning as he shoots around the door, the CZ quickly shredding the connections, the steel vault exposed as the security door falls with a loud slam, shaking the building a little. The fox grins, and starts to run out, Kazinal frowning as he turns, starting to rush for the door...