Dealing with Ones Demons

Story by Chrisxwolf on SoFurry

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#1 of Life's Changes

Just a story I've been playing around with for a couple years. Recently came across my old note books and skimmed through them and figured I'd rewrite it and post it, let me know what you guys think.


Prologue

I shakily stood at the foot of my parents grave and they began to lower their coffins down into the cold damp earth below. It'd had been a week since they'd been murdered by an unknown assailant. Not only was I stung by their death but my younger sister had also gone missing as well. I was numb, the hole that had been building in my chest for some time now had finally consumed my entire being. It took all that I had not to break down as I tossed two black roses down and their caskets reached the bottom. Others came up and threw roses/flowers down followed by gentle sobs as they passed me by, some hugging me, others just patting my shoulder. Being a small town, my parents had grown to know everyone in some way; Me being their outcast of a son I didn't real know any of their friends but they knew me and cared all the same. As the line shortened, faces I recognized slowly made their way forward. Short awkward glances filled the empty space between us as they drew near. It'd had been two years since I up and left without a word to any of them. The tension quickly faded as Keith, the oldest of my past friends pulled me in for a tight hug. Others came up and gracefully formed a group hug around me. How is it I could still feel so alone with still to this day great friends supporting me in my time of great need. As the hug subsided we conversed for a few moments, only to quickly deteriorate as a horrid feeling started to rise in my chest.

I tried to play it off only to have my fears become reality as my eyes finally focused on where the terror was coming from. Seeing my expression turn to pure horror, others followed my gaze only to immediately regret it. Standing there, maybe 50 yards away, was the tall gruesome wolf from my night terrors. Showing his true hight he stood at a solid 8 feet at least. Muscles rippled even under his more tight fitting pressed black and white suit he was wearing, his fur played an impeccable trick on the eye. Fur so black it didn't even look like a sold surface, just... an empty black hole. His eyes were a completely different story, even from great distance the colors were unmistakably clear. Piercing red with contrasts of a deep white, not mixing but two solid colors that... moved back and forth within his eye. Swimming would be a better description. Just staring at them gave me a painfully sick feeling. Like I was being drained of all life and emotion. None of that compared to what I saw he was holding on to. 'Oh God no...' I thought to myself as I saw my sister there, his arm draped around her neck holding her in place.

My world turned black as I saw my sister, only a few years younger than me, she was still much small than I. Us both being wolves like our parents, she took more of the smaller side of the family. Her small stature made her look so young and full of life, slender and fit. Her fur a pure dusty blonde, and there he was. This bastard held her defiling her with his morbid paws. Anger quickly flushed over me as I saw him snicker at my growing fury. Growling and snarling I began to sprint after him, I only made a few feet before Keith and Aaron had grabbed both my arms and stopped me. "Get the fuck off of me! Let me go, I'm going to tear this fucker to pieces!" I screamed as I pushed forward even more. Keith being a dragon he naturally had more weight than I, but I still had muscle and fury pushing more and more. "Dude stop! Just hold on for one Goddamn second!" Keith yelled before looking at Aaron. Aaron was heavier built deer, having moved here from the Netherlands he was naturally built more beefy and extremely more toned. "Bro, calm down please. Just wait the cops are already on the way!" Aaron said, more calmly than Keith. Aaron and I had a better relationship in the past so he know better than any how to calm me down.

I growled and bared my teeth more as I refused to give up. I could hear the sirens grow louder as the police quickly approached, that wasn't going to stop me I thought to myself. I want my revenge first before they haul this low-lifed piece of shit to prison. I want to leave my mark and scar his body for taking my parents and deflowering my sister they way he had. Tears filled my eyes at the thought of what he had done to her. The terrified and desperate look on her face shook the thought away as I howled and wiggled free of Keith and Aaron's grip. Again I didn't make it far and Keith lunged out his full arms reach and grabbed my hind paw as he fell, taking me with him. Looking back and growling, I turned back to the wolf that held my sister only to find it was too late... He grabbed her muzzle and stained her face up revealing her throat. Placing his free paw up to her neck he exposed his claws, pressing them into her. I laid they in shock unable to move as he looked and me again smiling, fucker even blow a kiss in my direction before letting lose and quickly ripping his claws through her throat like paper. Blood started flowing from the gaping hole as he let her body fall to the ground. Tears flew out of my eyes as I watched her take her last breath. "FAITH!! Faith noooo!!" I screamed her name over and over as the once beautiful light teal blue color of her eyes begin to fade into a cold lifeless grey. I felt my body shut down, and I looked up at the monster that had taken everything from me. He let out a soft chuckle and a small wave as his body started to bubble out slightly. As one of the officers ran up and saw the carnage that lay before us he quickly fired a shot at the wolf.

The bullet struck the wolf no doubt, but there was no wound, no hole, no nothing! The shot had passed right through him and like watching a balloon pop his physical being was gone; And out came a desolate black smoke that quickly flooded the ground before whipping through the grass at an incredibly high speed. The winds picked up as the cloud vanished faster than I could blink. I laid there unable to process what had just happened. I snapped back to reality and ran to my sister lifeless body. I slide and fell once I reached her, hugging her, cradling her head in my paws as tears welled up in my eyes. Dripping down my muzzle onto her blood soaked body. Everything began to fade away, people who attended the funeral, sounds, smells, even memories. A tingling sensation filtered through my body as my sight finally slipped away. I sat there in darkness sobbing as I realized a faint music playing. I pondered for a moment and gave a confused look around. I stood and whipped away the last of my tears and pieces began to fall into their respective place. I gave a soft laugh as I started to recall the name of the song, it was Dark Horse by The Ghost Inside. The ringtone for my alarm on my phone.

I slowly opened my eyes and stretched for my iPhone, sliding the screen to silence the music it blared out. Sitting up I looked down at my soaked fur and bed. "Goddamnit" I whispered to myself as I got up. Normally I don't have a problem with night terrors anymore, "haven't had one that bad for a while" I thought to myself. I've always been a little fucked up but maybe more so now than before. This move had really gotten me shaken up, but I'll save that for later. Allow me to properly introduce myself. My name is Chris, though I spell it Krys, anyway I'm more slender black and purple wolf. Not naturally purple, I just keep the light brown stripe on my head and down my back bleached and died. I drug myself to the bathroom and rubbed my face with my paws as turned to the mirror. Slim but fit I was also among the smaller side in hight. Only standing 5'9", on a good day that is. Still a little punkish, my personality has changed a lot since I moved, used to be more goth and a metal head. Typical emo outcast. Though I grew into the EDM/raver scene you never really lose that old school goth sense. I laughed slightly as I thought about how much my life had changed to quick, don't get me wrong. I'm loving the way my life is heading right now, but the dreams and nightmares are always there to remind me of where I came from and the hell I once experienced; But, maybe it would be easier if I started at the beginning...


Thanks for reading, I know it got a little dark and depressing but hopefully the end spruced it up a bit haha. I've thought about rewriting this for a while just haven't really known how to go about it. Let me know how you like it and if I should keep going or not. I promise the worst is over lol Thanks again -Chris