Sharp Shooter-Chapter 5-Vision

Story by Tyro619 on SoFurry

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#5 of Sharp Shooter

Kotari Ator. Heard it before? They destroy everything they touch, suffering, grief and death follow them where ever they go. Their beliefs are that of Psychopaths, their hearts are made of dirt, their eyes contain no mercy for the ones they kill. I'm all to familiar with them. You've heard the horror stories, we all have. I can guarantee, however, that you've never stared them in the face. A small force, 1,000 strong, stands against an army totaling more than One Billion and growing every day. My team and I face them side by side with our friends, known to the enemy as "Living Shadows". We are just that, and much, much more.


I came to in what looked like the interior of an aircraft. All that I could see was a brown blur above me, on account of the heavy glaze on my eyes, but I could hear what sounded like jet engines out side and the sounds of talons clanking on a metal floor. I didn't have much feeling, but I could tell that I had bandages covering my shredded sides as well as some on my chest tail and even a few on my back. My jacket and shirt had been torn off and I had a hose shoved into my throat that gagged me a little. I could feel cold air being forced into my damaged lungs as well as being sucked back out. The same black and blue blur of a dragon was standing over me along with a purple and red one. I could feel the purple's paws pressing on my sides. I couldn't make out what they were saying, but the purple seemed to be calling the shots.

I heard something click and then I felt a prick on my good arm, followed by what felt like tape being wrapped around it and then there was a faint click.

"He's lost a lot of blood and his core temperature is falling too quickly", a female's voice said,"we need to get him warm and get some blood in him now or he'll die!"

"Were in the middle of the desert?", the Black Feral stated, "how could he possibly be freezing?"

"Shut up Vortex!", the medic shouted, "I've no time for your bullshit!"

"What type is he?", a male's voice asked.

"J negative", the female's voice came again.

"That's mine", the male's came again, "give him some of mine."

I felt a heavy blanket draped over me as another needle went in my arm. A few seconds later, I began to shake heavily.

"No", the female's voice came again, "were losing him!"

There was a few seconds of absolute quiet and everything suddenly went white. My pain was gone. I could feel the wind blowing over me and I felt....safe, content even. I kept my eyes closed, fearing that the feeling of peace and safety would remain with me only as long as I did. It was as if I were free, free from everything that awaited me, but far from it. My parents were dead and I was little more than a discarded chew toy.

"Ren." A deep, strong voice came from behind me.

"Ren", the voice said again, "open your eyes."

The voice was firm and commanding but gentle at the same time. It seemed familiar, but I couldn't place it.

"Ren open your eyes."

Now there was a female voice. Again, it seemed familiar, but I couldn't place it. I heard the male voice again.

"Ren, open your eyes and look at me."

Now I KNEW I'd heard it before, but I still couldn't place it. "SON!!"

The voice commanded. How was this even possible? Was I dead? I took the risk and cracked open my eyes, standing before me, was my Mom and my Dad. They were both smiling and looked happy.

"What a respectable male your turning out to be", Dad said smiling, "I'm proud of you son."

I felt the tears start rolling down my cheeks. Mom and Dad sat down beside me and wrapped me in their wings, I buried my face into Dad's neck and cried as he and Mom held me close. "

"I...I...", I stammered, "I miss you guys!"

"Son", Dad said, "listen to me and listen to me well. There is always good in the bad. Good things come and go,as do bad ones. You lost us so something better could come along."

I sobbed all the harder as they hugged me tightly. All the memories of the times we'd had together came flooding back,just adding to the emotional storm raging inside of me.

"I don't want something better!", I said through tear filled whines, "I want you and Mom!"

"Oh Ren", Mom said licking me in between the the horns.

"You know son", Dad said, "we've all been through a lot in our lives, believe it or not,you were a twin."

"I was?", I asked with my snout still buried in my Dad's neck.

"Yes", he replied, "your mother birthed two cubs, you and a female,but she was weak and died in her sleep one night. We were crushed, heart broken and angry at everything, so you know what we did?"

"What?", I asked still crying.

"We put all our attention in focus into raising and protecting you, you became our entire world and we wouldn't trade you for anything. If I could,I'd give anything imaginable to relive the day you were born."

After a minute of quiet, I replied.

"But I don't have anything to put anything to Dad", I said the tears coming again, "I don't have any kids or a mate, I have nothing."

"Son, listen to me", Dad said again, "good always comes from bad,you lost us so something much better could reveal itself."

"Come on son", Dad said looking me in the eyes, "stand up."

I stood with my parents and they stood beside each other.

"Tell me what it is Dad", I whimpered leaning into his chest.

He wrapped me in his wings and hugged me tightly.

"Ren",Dad said, "you are going to have to find that out on your own."

"How?" I asked.

"YOU LIVE!", Dad roared pushing me over the edge and into a sea of white.