Twisted Fate Prologue
#1 of Twisted Fate
Twisted Fate is a story about how a young Anthro Wolf who was abandoned by is parents and was raised up by a pack of non Anthro wolves until he was taken away from them by an organization who's sole purpose is to 'rehabilitate' those who are considered 'Wild'.
and thanks to Felldewan for editing this story of mine.
ill update chapters when i can, RL can be a bit of a roadblock at times so ill do what i can. if you like it leave a comment, heck leave a comment to tell me on future chapters what you liked and didnt like or what you would like to see in future chapters because i dont really have a plot set in concreate yet so i can be some what flexible, please any constructive criticism will be welcome if not appreciated. any characters mentioned in the story are mine unless other wise stated and mentioned. enough of my banter ill leave you to my first and hopefully one of many posts to SoFurry.
As you walk the halls of an old laboratory - a place soon to be a new research lab - you find a passage leading up into a large attic like space. After noticing this said attic space, you enter and walk around. Your purpose in doing so is that you look around for anything that might prove interesting, attention grabbing, odd. It is as you come to a row of cabinets against the far wall that you pause, examine nearby doors at hand as well as begin to pull them open to reveal what lies behind. With four doors opened, having seen what is to be seen within them, you finally open the fifth door where, curiously, you inf fact find 3 unmarked boxes. Out of all of them you select first, you slowly pull out the medium box. Unlatching it carefully, driven by your inner curiosity, you open the container in your grasp.
What lies in the box of interest, when you look upon within its contents, are several dozen discs? Ah, they are clean looking yet mysterious DVDs marked with the title: "Subject 25 A.K.A Talkbir, For reintegration into society." How odd. Why does this title strike you as something you must investigate all of a sudden?
You set down the box in your hands to look into these other boxes before you. Having questions in your mind, you take out the second box; the smallest of the three available. When you ulock this newest container in your possession, you find photo albums. Albums marked as such, "Location found. And location released upon completion." Several dozen pictures are in each album you silently flip through. In the 'Location Found' folder, you view pics of what look to be several rather large wolves huddling protectively over a human like body. From the angle the picture was taken at that time, you can't exactly tell if the humanoid body is wearing any clothing. Rather, curious enough, it seems to be covered in thick course fur?
The second picture after the huddling if not protective wolves depicts what looks to be a hole in the ground. Before the entry leading down into this said hole, you can see where a worn, dusty, natural path has been carved out of the grass due to much overuse.
Feeling ever more interested in all of this material around you, pushed on by your wanting to learn something eluding you, you set aside the photo books for further study. As you next grab the third box, the largest and heaviest of the three, you grunt with the strain. As you pant and show your muscles, it is somewhat of an effort on your stressing part at lifting it onto the table with a soft "thump". Upon opening your biggest container at hand, you see several thick file folders. The one folder on top has the phrase "Incident Reports". All the more interested in the mystery building in your mind, you pick up the described file on top the stack pile. Wordlessly yet thoughtfully, you thumb your way through it. As you do so, a specific passage catches your attention; "Subject 25 has been put back in isolation for attacking the guard. We do not know what provoked the subject this time. It might be important for us to note that the attacks - his behavior - seem to get worse when we let him out into the exercise yard during the time from half moon the full moon. Both when the moon is waning and waxing".
Feeling struck a bit by the words "attacks" and "moon", after you've marked down the odd page in the file with a gum wrapper you discovered that you in fact had in your pocket, you put the almost ominous file back into the box. In turn, thinking to yourself, you close all three boxes up for the moment. After moving the closed containers to your office at another research facility, you start looking through the DVD disks from before. Thinking you know where to start to unravel this riddle before you, you are presently looking for the first disk of the DVDs. After finding the desired disk, you pop it into your nearby disk reader. As your reader spins the disk faster and faster, as the data is being read if not projected for your eyes to behold, your personal television screen pops up out of your desk. The command menu for the DVD's contents appear on your said screen, showing several options.
Out of all of the available options, you in fact - naturally - press play. Then, remaining focused, you sit back to watch what will play out before you. At the start, there is a sketchy title that reads this: "Disk One......subject 25." Then, there is a lot of noise, fumbling, some static even along with the heavy breathing of someone; perhaps the holder of what appears to be a camera recording?
"Hey, you? Is that damn thing going?!" A gruff voice rumbles next to the camera, sounding quite intimidating if not stressed.
"Y-Yes s-sir, it is, sir!" A smaller voice squeaks out coming from behind the camera. Ah, he is the one holding the rather shaky camera at the moment.
"It better be. Bah! Where the hell is the truck with the new kid?" The intimidating voice from a moment ago rumbles out again. He does not sound like the most pleasant of people in the world.
Next, before you can distinguish who from who or what is going on, you hear a deep rumble somewhere in the scene playing out before your eyes. In the distance from the camera holder, a pair of roll up doors come to life and slowly rise from their resting place. It's after a few minutes of the metallic rumbling, the newly open doors stoop with a clang. As the noise of the doors echo into the nighttime surroundings, you begin to catch the sound of nearby people muttering and shuffling about. During the next moment, the camera pans back from zooming in. During this adjustment, the owner of the gruff voice is shown; a 6' 8" lion whose hair was close cropped to his skull military style. The beats of a lion looks into the camera for a moment before huffing as well as, crossing his arms boldly, looking a way. The camera pans back even further to reveal more of the area. At doing this, it is revealed that there are several other people running about with different items in there paws. Everything here feels... tense, foreboding, ominous. What's happening?
As the camera - still shaking slightly in the obviously stressed holder's hands, whoever this was couldn't seem to get a grip - starts to adjust again. You feel a bit shocked by what you witness next on the scene; a half a dozen security guards with stun batons, riot shields along with sedation rifles locked, loaded, at the ready. Wow. It seemed like a fight was about to commence. Maybe a riot was in order? Either way, you focus not on the guards but onto the low rumbling sound of a heavy diesel truck as it rolls into view, headlights shining white against the darkness, it's presence feeling quite eerie. The newly arrived vehicle catches the attention of everyone in the loading bay. As it approaches the area, growing louder, so do the people running around getting the final preparations ready. You can faintly hear someone out of camera shot shout for a "gurney and sedation" units to be ready.
What was happening here? Something felt very off about this movie of a documentation.
"Ah, finally! Ha ha, now we'll get to see the newest addition to the rehabilitation facility." Rumbles the lion leader of a figure from before. The camera turns to the lion as he smiles a not so good smile. There is not so good a gleam in his eyes neither. "This exciting, no?"
"I hear that the newest addition is a wild one, s-sir." Squeaked the camera holder, shaking slightly to himself, "Er, uh, the field team doesn't even know how long the specimen has been out in the wild. However, they speculate that it's been a few years since it last saw another anthro like us, s-sir."
"Hmph, whether it been too long for it or not, we will find out how feral this thing is when we get it cleaned up. That and after we see for our selves if we can do anything to save it from the others, wont we-" Before he could finish his proud proclamation, the radio on the lion's hip crackled to life with a hiss of static. The the mighty cat impatiently brought it up to his face as a voice told him, "General Kulear, sir, we have a problem. Subject 25 has awoken and is in a panic within the confines of the vehicle. I advise you to have security on full alert, sir."
"Do you take me for a kitten within an empty head, dolt? I'm always prepared! How do you think I became a general in the first place?! Consider the preparations and defenses already done, son. just get that damn truck in here Pronto!" General Kulear yells into the receiver of the radio. He whips it away from his muzzle next, turns around and motions the security force to assemble around the loading dock. His grimace actually turns into something of a grin as chortles boldly to his men, "Ha ha, prepare for a fight boys. The things is awake and feisty. Let's give it a good welcome home, eh?"
Some confidently, others not so sure, the security force members at hand step forward in a half moon formation around the recessed loading dock. With riot shields lifted up before them, batons powered on with a wicked "hum" and sedation rifles at the ready, they're ready for whatever challenge is ahead. And what... is this challenge exactly? Your mind can't figure out what kind of whatever needs this much security to greet it. You watch the scene closely from your seat as the truck soon reappeared backing into the loading bay. The heavily armored, secure vehicle is in fact rocking from side to side. How? Why? Your blood chills up as a hellish screech in fact sounds out from the back of the reversing truck!
Ominously, all eyes focused on it from most every direction probably, the armored truck soon stops. Nothing is done for a moment. There is only silence that makes your skin crawl, your hair stand on end. Then, with a nod to his general of a lion, there is one brave soul of a dog who makes a move before anyone else. Suited in a bite training suit, armed with a stunning baton, the canine approaches the back of the truck with obvious caution. After having heard a scream like a banshee from the parked vehicle, who would come close to it without being careful?
Perhaps sensing someone coming close, the commotion in the armored vehicle ceases when the dog comes closer. All goes eerily silent as the beast within the truck stops moving, screaming, panicking. The camera shakes - its holder in an obvious state of perhaps fear or more - as the brave canine trooper grabs the back door handle of the truck. With a quick bit of movement, he pulls the back of the truck open.
What happens next leaves you awestruck if not a bit scared. The canine trooper manages to jump off to the side just in time as the doors he opened burst outwards with a solid, heart wrenching "bam"! The power behind the blow against the unlocked doors was almighty! There was in fact enough force that the doors rebound off of the vehicles frame, slamming shut together once more. That was before, with a powerful snarl, the hostage of the armored truck reveals itself. What comes out of the said truck is a blur at first! It was so fast! Too fast! That is until it hits the nearest security guard - prepped and ready - with awesome force!
There was in fact no stopping the blur of an enemy. Not at first. For there was enough force behind the beast's first blow to knock back a rhino; which happens. The first security guard the screaming hostile collides with is a larger than large rhino who, having his riot shield at the ready, baton at hand, is unbalanced! He stumbles back, cursing aloud. During the next bit of footage, when the subject stands still for a moment to maybe get its bearings back, the five troopers present - signaled by their general - fire their sedation rifles. They squarely hit their target; the bright pink fluffy end that was still visible if not available to shoot!
Once shot repeated times with sedations, the enemy staggers for an instant. It almost seems like the battle ends there. Maybe the bullets did the trick of putting the beast at hand down? Alas, no. You find out that the shots from the guns did not end the fight then and there. Not as the monster or whatever raises its muzzle to the roof next and lets out the same hellish screech from before; a cry of not pain but rage that should have sent every man on the scene running for the hills. As for running for the hills, the fur holding the camera starts to move away in fear. However, his arms still crossed over his chest, brave General Kulear stands there on the scene with a smile in his face. He in fact pulls a pistol from his holster. Then he waits to see what should happen next... as do you in your office chair.
Much to everyone's amazement - even your own - the subject doesn't go down. Rather, it starts to go on a frenzy! It repeatedly beats another shield in front of it with enough force that you, mind, can hear the rhino behind the shield grunting with each impact. The other five troopers at hand soon surround the subject with the other shields. At this moment, the subject seems to realize it's entrapped and goes into an even bigger frenzy while trying to get away. In turn to trapping their prey, the surrounding guards pull out their stun batons as well as proceed to strike it into submission! Even at such a distance away from battle, the camera doesn't muffle the sound coming from the ring of shields; the screeching of the mystery creatures as it smashes itself against the shields.
Next moment, the general slowly if not rather arrogantly walks up close enough to get a clear shot at the berserking beast encircled by foes. As he takes aim at the feral beast of an anthro, the canine in the bite suit from earlier appears on the scene. The said dog prepares to jump in front of the the lion should the raging creature decide to attack. Only perhaps to slow it down, a soft "pop" can be heard as larger dart found its mark in the monster creature's shoulder.
In turn to being actually shot with whatever dart, the mystery creature stumbles around fitfully as it screeches it hatred. With a violent spurt of energy, it in fact slams, smashes as well as shoves its fierce body up over the shields to get at the person who shot it! With the general's men roaring out to keep it contained and under control, despite getting hit several time with tranks and stun batons, the monster breaks through the shields holding it back. Snarling like something from a nightmare, it charges the leader of a lion who stands his ground. Much to everyone's surprise - even your own - the canine in the bite protected suit throws himself into the way of the raging beast! In turn, the feral creature bites the arm of the dog only to throw him - stunned, limp - off to the side!
Then, like before being interrupted, it rushes General Kulear! However, what the creature doesn't see is the lion's arm pulling back. Not until last second, anyway, when the raging beast gets within range... and feels the lion's wound up punch; a powerful, brutal strike that sends the creature flying several feet through the air unconscious. When it hits the ground, the monster doesn't move. After such a mighty punch from the bolder than bold general, it has been put down. What a climatic ending.
Once the enemy is subdued, the medical team moves into the fray and straps the creature to the gurney. After having it strapped down between them, the medical staff shave the feral beast from the crook of its elbow where they push in a tubed needle that is attached to a IV full of sedation med's and some muscle relaxers; all of which slowly drip into the fainted target's blood supply.
About the canine who had jumped in the way of General Kulear earlier, more medics off to the side - professionals - soon run to his side to make sure he is all right. Much to everyone's relief, made plain by the doctors' conversations while sedating him, it sounds like he will be fine. Or he will be with time.
The camera starts moving to the creature now strapped to the gurney. It is panting, obviously exhausted from its previous exertion. As the mystery of a creature comes into focus, you can slowly start to make out the details of the body. All in all, it probably stood about 6 8"from ears to paws. Its light and dark brown pelt is severely matted with bits of leaves, moss, sticks stuck in its fur. The creature's hind paws are massive, roughly around 5-6" in width, its hands are 6-7" long by about 3-4" in width. Its ears suggest that it is still young; perhaps roughly around 20-22 years of age. Its tail is on the large side of its breed. As for what breed it exactly belonged to, its kind was unmistakably of the wolven side. Of course, more would be known about this specimen once they shaved it down and blood samples were tested to see its genetic makeup.
As the specimen strapped to the gurney is being moved away by the medical team, the holder of the camera - not shaking so bad anymore - rushes to follow the progression, making the camera bounce up and down. This in turn causes the focus to blur in as well as out. As the images of indoors next rush by the moving camera, you can see whitewashed walls interrupted by doors leading off to different areas of the facility. Where they lead to... is anyone's guess. As the footage passes by a certain door, another anthro pops his head out curiously. He then stares in shock at the feral beast tied to the gurney.
Patiently, quietly, one of the medics at hand shoves the curious observer back into the doorway just as the gurney is taken a right down a hall; a place marked "Surgery/Decontamination" room.
The medic stops the camera holder's procession with a look on her face that begs the footage not to proceed. Yet, to the medic's dismay, the lion general shoves her aside. The camera and the anthro holding it are allowed into the curious room before them. As the footage stabilizes once again, the sound of buzzing can be heard. In turn, the camera pans to catch medical staff cutting the matted anthro's pelt off. Little by little, the fur comes off of the subject comes off, revealing more details. Three scars run parallel over the creature's eye, making the medical team worry about its sight. As the shavers reach their subject's chest, it becomes quite apparent that the fur wasn't a domestic pelt but wild.
A moment later during the shaving process, one of the medical staff could be heard cussing. The reason was because one of the electric powered clippers went silent with a muffled crunching of gears. "Damn it! Well there goes one pair of clippers! Why the hell is its fur so damned thick?"
"As to why its fur is so thick, it's a wild anthro, not a domestic one, dear girl." General Kulear chuckles at the medic, shrugging his shoulders uncaringly, "And watch that mouth of yours. That wasn't very ladylike, what you had to say."
After they get down to the subject's legs, it becomes extremely apparent that the subject was male. Nothing more needed to be seen or discussed there. Once they finish, the medical team administer several vaccinations through the IV to make sure to combat any diseases their beast may have had. Once that is done, they begin to clean the creature's remaining fur off. It was noticed that there were odd, smoky, sable colored patches running throughout his fur. After a few moments, they gently flip their specimen over to repeat the process of shaving his back where - with more soft cussing - another pair of clippers give way under the strain of clipping the overgrown fur coat. The same medic as before, funny enough, starts to swear once more as she goes to get yet another pair from the supply closet.
As they get closer to getting the subject clean, the medics start prepping gear for surgery. The camera focuses for a second on the tools as well as a small peculiar item that looks like a contact lens. Still, it had what looked like hair-thin wires coming from it connecting to another device. The general steps in front of the tray to inspect the device; he grunts his approval and with a smirk on his face, looks to the camera.
"For those watching at a future time, what we have here is known as a genetic recorder." General Kulear proclaims knowingly, nodding his head with the odd item in his paw held up for all to see, "Whatever our feisty friend here does, sees, smells, tastes, and feels in the future, we will see it all. This gadget will allow people to experience what he experiences for themselves by using Virtual reality gear! Or V.R. for short."
It is at this point in the filmed documentary or whatever that you have to think about some things. As you pause the playing disk player, you look around your quarters for the box full of what looked to be DVDs. You find the said disks and study them. Upon closer inspection, you see that they - while similar in shape and size - wouldn't read in a standard DVD player. They were made for and are in fact meant for the V.R. set that happens to be sitting on the corner of your desk.
As you reach for the said V.R. player at hand, an anthro from your office pops in and asks if you will be pulling another all-nighter? Looking casually at the box in your possession, you simply nod in answer. The other anthro who was wondering about you shrugs, walks away and shuts your door behind it.
After the other anthro left you to your business, you begin to slowly sort out several of the files from the largest box. After a while, you revisit the one incident report that you marked with a gum wrapper earlier. After picking it up, you take a look at it and start reading from where you left off, "It seams that the subject is strongly influenced by the moon. The brighter its light, the more "testy" he becomes and the more on edge the guards watching him feel as well."
After reading some more you find another passage that jumps out at you, "The subject has spoken for the first time in weeks after his initial rehabilitation. Up to that point, we were afraid that he was mute or did not have the mental capacity for speech. Oddly enough, the first words he spoke were "I want to go home". After trying to get him to explain, he just simply pointed out to the forest which was in the south- eastern direction from the lab. After he walked around for a bit he jumped into a tree and simply curled up on a branch where he fell asleep. What was so amazing about him being in the tree was that he had jumped four feet straight up to catch the lowest branch! It was incredible if not a bit frightening! Such power."
After finding nothing else that jumped out at you from the written reports, you put them back into their respective box. Pulling out the photo albums next, you start flipping through the old photos. After a moment, one catches your eye. Its General Kulear standing beside the subject along with half a dozen other people; most likely the said subject's handlers. Sitting beside the subject was a rather large dog, sitting contently on its rump. You flip to another photo where the subject and what looked like a pup version of the dog sitting beside him in the last picture. After looking for any other pictures that stood out, you close the albums and put them back into there box.