Chapter One: The Fallen One
ATTENTION: This story features gore and graphical violence. If find it disturbing, don't keep on reading!
No honour
Chapter One: The Fallen One
Soft running footsteps sounded in a dark and dirty alleyway. It was narrow, and the brick walls that surrounded the small area were imposing and scary in the dark. There were dumpsters with their containment spread all over the ground, needles from junkies who sought their fun in sticking them in their body at the darkest of the night. Bottles from homeless people made it a dangerous place to travel through, cause tripping over them will make you fall on the pieces of glass that lay scattered everywhere. There was only one entrance, the other side ended with a fence too high to climb. The person that fled into this alleyway did not know that, so he came to an sudden halt. A heavy breath betrayed that the person was a young male and has been fleeing for quite some time. He turned around to hear the sound of an angry crowd getting closer. His yellow eyes, widened due to the darkness, were looking in every direction, hoping to find an escape route. No door, no pothole, no nothing. The only way to escape would be running back the way he came, but taking the risk of getting discovered by the people that were still coming closer. Sweat started to form on the pads of his paws, and his heartbeat increased even more. Nervously he licked the sweat away and made his choice. They were going to find him anyway, so he better stay here and fight.
A rough voice came from around the corner.
"Hey lads! Up over here! I think the bastard went in through here, I can almost smell his stench. Let's get him!"
Almost hyperventilating, he tried to stay as calm as he could. He might want to use the small power he's got to survive as long as possible. The sound of the crowd got louder, and he saw the first few of the group turn around the corner. They eyed him.
"You were right Gary! Now we bloody got him!"
‘Stay calm!'
Was the only sentence that kept repeating over and over in his head.
‘No matter what happens, just stay calm!'
The crowd came closer. He could see the weapons they were carrying. Baseball bats, metal pipes, chunks of wood they found lying somewhere, he also saw some brass knuckles and others were flexing their muscles in preparation of what would follow. Forming a circle, they closed him in. About twenty angry, sweaty man were all staring at him, laughing evilly. Their grimaces were nothing close to friendly. They were not here to make friends with him and dance through a field with flowers towards a rainbow. No, they were there to kill him, and enjoy it as much as possible. All this time, he was still standing the way he stood, the same position. He didn't move. In fact he was too scared to move. So scared that he thought that even moving one hair on his thin fur would mean he died immediately. He looked at the men that were standing in front of him. His sensitive hearing picked up some windows being opened above him. Probably some people who are looking for something interesting to happen, but never seem to make it past their front door. It was then he noticed for the first time his clothes made him feel uncomfortable. His growing desire of throwing of his black vest and pulling up his t-shirt almost made him commit to it. But he didn't The clothes were one of the last things that made him human. They were his favourite clothes. It even broke his heart to cut a hole in is perfect fitting jeans, just so his 2.5 feet long tail wouldn't hurt in there. His ears twisted as the voice and rummaging of the weapons suddenly came to a halt. The silence scared him. But the sounds of army boots that suddenly resounded, made him almost wish he wasn't born. People were pushed aside as a big man made his way through to the centre of the circle. He was tall, wide and very muscular, telling by the exposed torso, only his legs were covered by a blue jeans with a brown leather belt. He looked like one of those fighting game characters that came from America. To complete the picture he was calmly smoking a cigarette, with the other hand in his pocket. His muscles looked huge and intimidating, and it showed he was a regular client at the local gym. Quick and seamlessly, he pulled a revolver out of his back pocket, aimed it at the guy he has been chasing and pulled the hammer. Right at that moment, his nerve broke.
"Hey! Hey! Hold on! What are you doing?! Don't... Don't do it man!"
He screamed at the guy with the gun, waving his arms in panic. His voice sounded rather normal, but had an animal sound in it, it sounded more raw then a human voice. The tension made his heart beat so fast it hurt. Without lowering the gun, the tall guy dropped his cigarette and put it out with his foot.
"Wait! Wait! Just wait! What did I do to you! What did I... What did I do wrong! What did I do, man!? What did I..."
He was really panicking now and started to move around, trying to find an opening in the wall of thugs that surrounded him.
"Please! Plea-ease!"
Tears now dripping on his cheeks, the trail of the tear was visible in his soft fur.
"Please, don't do it! Do-don't kill me..."
He sobs, and wipes away his tears.
"I'm still a human..."
Bang! The trigger was pulled, the hammer shot back at the explosive charge at the end of the bullet, making it fly out of the gun at an incredible speed. Soaring through the air, the bullet went straight to his target. It blasted through his victims skull, making a hole the size of a penny coin. Quickly leaving the other side of his skull, the bullet made an even bigger hole. Blood and brains splattered all over the persons behind the poor fellow. With his mouth still open from the last words he said, the thugs around him could get a look at the sharp fangs he had in his mouth. A moment of silence later, the person collapsed, never to get up again. Blood mixed with the tears in his orangey fur on his cheeks. A puddle of it formed around the body. An ever increasing circle. The staring eyes reflecting only the colour red.
The big guy lowered his smoking gun. He raised one eyebrow as he thought about the sentence he just heard.
"You were not human, and you will never be one."
Slowly he turned around, and made his way through his gang. They all followed him. Some evil spirited thugs stayed behind and kicked and hit the body a few times, quickly losing their interest in it, they followed their leader.
Silence once again filled the air.
Across the street, a figure stepped out of the shadows. The person had a feminine form, her breasts were perky and clearly she liked to show that she had some meat in the basket. She was quite slender and had an athletic build. Years of hard training with a private master have resulted in that, and in talented skills for the martial arts. She had a clear view at what had happened in the alleyway. Though it was dark, his eyes were adapted to the dark. Slowly she made her way to the victim, her high heels making an eerie sound in the night. The person stepped into a puddle of light, created by a lonely streetlight. Her clothes were those of a businesswomen, gray, strict and sober. She was a wolf. Her clear blue eyes peered to were the cat was murdered and her strictness was broken by a small, lonely tear that fled from her eye and dripped onto the sidewalk. Sighing she crossed the street and entered the alleyway. Slowly she stepped closer to the body and studied it.
‘Damn it. Another one...'
She thought while grabbed a cell phone out of her pocket and pressed a button to dial a phone number she dialled way to many times. A click sounded on the other side of the line, signing her that she could pass through her information without anyone knowing who's there.
"22 year old male cat, orange fur with few white stripes, height about 5.5 feet, skinny. Cause of death, gunshot wound in the head with fatal trauma to the brain."
She closed the phone. That was all she had to say, she had her orders not to tell more. They have traced their phone call and will make sure the body will be safe. They boy will get a decent funeral. Giving the young boy a respectful look, she closed his eyes with her fingers and gently touched the fur on his face. It was soft. Quickly she retracted her hand.
‘He was young.'
She thought.
‘Too young to die like this. Slaughtered like an animal. We deserve better than this. It's not like we wanted it...'
Frustration build up and she shook her head to calm herself down. Again she looked at the body of the poor young boy who had the bad luck to run into those people. Finally she turned around, her eyes and thoughts moved away from the gruesome scene. She stepped out of the alleyway. A car stopped in front of her, someone inside opened the door for her.
"Thanks Xavier. Don't ask me questions, just take me home please."
The man behind the steering wheel nodded, and the car drove away, and turned around the corner.