Unstable Serenity - Chapter 16, Destined for Doom
Steven's POV
Washington DC, United States
I have never seen so many furs in a hurry. At one moment a well dressed equine comes rushing through with a coffee in his hand, and at another, a small vixen is practically running out the doors. I have never seen so many furs rush before, and I can't understand it. Is this what America is like? Were everyone is rushed and too busy to even make time for themselves? I thought America was free, but there is no such thing. All these furs are slaves to their computers, and bosses at work. From what little I know, you can quit, but then how are you going to get paid? How are you going to make a living?
I sit here thinking... Pondering about what's going to happen next. I am going to be deported, and Max isn't here to do anything about it. Although his military attorney; Major Ritterkson, that scary lookin' shark, has vowed to assist me in any way possible. There isn't much I can do but pray and hope for the best. Either I'm going to be brought back to Russia, where William is going to find and capture me again into his servitude, or I am going to be set 'free' in America. With no one to guide me.
I can't win.
I'm so scared. For my life and freedom, I just want someone with higher power than a major to truly understand that.
"Steven," Ritterkson called.
I stood up. "Y-yes?" I studdered.
He walked over very slowly with a sad look in his face, and nodded his head.
I collapsed. On my knees and balling my eyes out that I would be returning to the very place that had destroyed me. Once again I was going to be used and abused, my body will no longer be mine... Like it even was in the first place.
Riterkson came down on one knee and lifted my chin.
"We can't take someone who doesn't meet the requirements, and with the terrorist threat elevated, we most certainly can't take refugees at this time" he spoke softly.
"I don't have a choice do I?" I sobbed quietly.
"The Russian Federation is able to take care of you" he said.
"No! NO! William is going to find a way, I know it! I just know it! He can get away with anything, and there's nothing I can do!" I cried out.
I was immediately escorted out of the building by security guards and then taken into a van. From this point forward, what only chance I had at true freedom was gone. William is going to find me, one way or another.
I remember the bruises, the whipping, the screaming and yelling, the constant demanding, the chains, the ropes, the cuts, the scratches, the torture sessions, the rapes, the brutality and the dominance that William had done to me. I have never truly met any worse monster in my life. He does things to me I don't even know the name of, and makes me do things to him that I am very uncomfortable with. He is mean, demanding and cold. He will scold me for everything... Every little thing. He will even scold me for the things I don't do, or mistakes I don't make for his pleasure.
I cannot do anything about it. When I get back to Russia I can just see him waiting for me at the airport, with that cold 'you're mine' grin.
In don't even dare to escape, or disobey him at all, as I am too scared. The only time I had ever escaped was when Max rescued me. Otherwise, I would never have that kind of courage to reach for my own body. He was so attached to me I couldn't even buy my own body back for a trillion dollars.
I've seen what he's done to the other slaves when they try to escape. William is merciless, and he'll do anything to get his slaves to listen.
What in this world have I done wrong? I'm just an innocent kid, fifteen years old and no family. Raped, used and abused, I can find no peace or closure in this damn world.
The van drove down the road, with a hopeless kid inside of it. Out the window I looked, I saw free furs out and about. Maybe being free in America wasn't so bad at all, maybe being a slave to technology isn't as bad as I think it is. From what horrible experience I've had with slavery, I just see all kinds of slavery and it's horrible.
I couldn't help myself but cry.
Neutral POV
United States Embassy, Haifa, Israel
"Please stand for the arrival of the General and the Rav Aluf" a middle-aged vixen spoke, who just happened to be Mossad.
The furs in the room rose from their seats. All furs were either military or political representatives of the US or Israel. The first to enter the room was Rav Aluf Mortimer Sekunsey, the Chief of General Staff in Israel, he was also a good in-shape male skunk, who presented himself quite nicely. Followed by the skunk was an American four-star Army General; Louis Taguna, a well decorated veterean over sixty years old who still serves his country today. In fact he was offered the job as the secretary of the army, but he turned it down and said that he liked the uniform better. The general was an average-sized raccoon, who stood up with promosing posture.
Following the General and the Rav Aluf, was a series of Israeli and American officers - and following them were heavily armed military guards. These were no furs to mess with.
Once everything was in order, everyone took their seats. The Rav Aluf sat at the head of the table, where the general sat next to him.
"Allow me to explain the current situation," Sekunsey began, "A new terrorist cell is present in the nations of Georgia, Russia and our homeland of Israel. The Cevenda has believed to have been started in Chechnya, where a man named Zarith Quilz, a big black dragon born in Illinois fled the US because his family was killed by a series of accidents. Here and south of the border, in the Georgian region of Mtskheta-Mtianeti, Zarith has recruited many troubled kids and adults and leading them to believe that they will have a better life."
General Taguna then spoke "This is dangerous, he is on the no-fly list and INTERPOL has him red-flagged. The Russian FSB have been the first task force to make major strikes on his organization in Tbilsbi. Mr. Quilz had only one son left, Charlie Quilz, he however, died of a heart problem that was not easy to fix. We were able to pick up the chatter of Charlie's death when Naval Intelligence picked up their conversation from the Indian Ocean. Charlie Quilz died in Damascus, the capital of Syria. Given the instability of the country it had lead us to believe that Mr. Quilz and his organization are working in corrupted nations, which leads to more than just Russia, Georgia, and Israel."
"Zarith has used the method of slavery as a stepping stone to help his organization grow. The slaves vary in shape, size and sex. Which means there is no indication that Zarith is targeting certain groups" Sekunsey concluded.
"Umm, sir" an American representative spoke. She was a small and young griffon. "Does Quilz have any religious views?" She asked.
"Currently Zarith does not practice any religion, which leads us to belive that the Cevenda is not a radical extremist group. Although they have ties with Al-Qaeda and the Taliban, Naval Intelligence can confirm that for you" General Taguna replied.
The meeting was immediately interrupted by five armed guards entering the room. "Sir, we need to evacuate the building imm-" BANG!
It was like the building came apart instantly, everything was tossed in the air and fire violently erupted within the building. The general struggled to get up off the floor. Most furs in the room were already dead, but some were still alive. The young german shepard was pinned down by the table, as one of the legs of the table went right through him. He was struggling in vain, and hollering in pain.
Zarth's POV
The explosion had managed to kill off many furs here, but I woud imagine there's still some left for me to kill. William and six more of my men stormed the embassy, firing at every American and Israeli fur alive and dead. Bullets filled the air for brief seconds while those desperate Americans and Israelis tried to kill me.
It only took two minutes to reach the meeting room, and the explosion had already blasted the secure doors open. Inside were four furs struggling to stay alive. In the corner of the room I could see a poor little german shepard scared for his life, fighting to get free of the table leg that had torn through his pitiful little body. I stood over him and smirked at him. He reached out to me, begging me for mercy. He wasn't worth it.
I fired three rounds into his skull and ordered my men to make sure everyone was dead but the General. I walked over to him, he looked mad. I leaned down to him.
He spoke faintly, "you're gonna fucking die for this."
I smiled at him and gently slapped his face twice, "not if you die first."
I dragged the general by the feet through the building onto the roof of the building. I then stood him up near the ledge of the building and pulled out my pistol from its holster. Aiming it at the back of his head I fired my pistol and watched as he toppled over and fell twenty something meters to his death.
"That otta show 'em not to mess with me!" I snickered.
"Now, lets get the hell out of here!" I hollered.
My team and I swiftly made our way out of the building, and got in a getaway van which drove us the hell out of here. During the drive out of Haifa, I recieve a call.
[Russian Dialouge]
"Hello?" I answer.
"Sir, there's been a problem. The Russians have the Red Sodium" my informant replied.
"Do you have any idea where they are going?" I asked.
"No, but we can try to track them, it shouldn't be too hard assuming they don't enter Chinese airspace" he replied.
"Then do it! I want that fucking vial!" I hung up the phone.
[English Dialouge]
"Do you think they will fear us now?" William asked.
"No, but they will soon... If I can just get my paws on that fucking vial!"