Chapter Four
I saw the people look at the television with seething anger, others whooping in joy that we can get revenge on those commie fuckers. I wouldn't be surprised if lines to join the army filled blocks. This is bigger than 9/11 and Pearl Harbor combined. Americans are all about getting their revenge, and I wouldn't be surprised if it gets bloody. But what should I care? I'm not going to be involved in the damned thing, as long as I have the basic necessities, food, shelter, and wifi, I'll be fine.I wait in my cell, crowded with other small time criminals and suspects, waiting to know why I'm in here. I mean yeah I may have cruelly ended someone's life, but he deserved it, he was enemy number one of the state. A female raccoon wearing a red dress, her face caked in makeup, pulls out a cigarette and lighter. She lights her cig and takes a puff of it before exhaling it in my direction."You know those things will kill you," I warned her indifferently. She looked me up and down shook her head in disgust."The mere look of your face is enough to kill me," she replied, this time exhaling the smoke directly away. "But apparently I look good enough to where I don't need to wear makeup. I guess in your line of work it's only the looks that matter," I shot back coldly."At least I've been laid. Tell me, when was the last time you've got laid?" she asked, a smile creeping on her lips. "Surely not two hours being gangbanged by a mixture of horses and bulls. You probably have seamen in your vagina as we speak, and that's probably how you snuck the lighter and cig in anyway," I said, countering her argument. I was enjoying this, and it was passing the time. I saw her eyes move rapidly as she tried to think of something."You know what, we've got off on the wrong foot," she began, taking a drag of her cigarette, "If you want, I could offer you special services to relieve your needs."She began coming onto me, a puff of smoke blew into my face as she smiled lustfully and groped me. I moved her away from me and busted out laughing."You want me to sleep with you?! You must be out of your mind! Jesus, you must be so loose that I might as well hump the air! And you're probably crawling with STD's. It'd be interesting to see what kills you first, AIDS or cancer." I was hysterical at this point, and I
saw her crush her cigarette and stamping it out before an officer came and took her in for questioning. That was fun; I should do this some more. Not like I have anything else better to do. I continue on with this for at least an hour, and made just about everyone in the crowded cell hate me. Suddenly a person came in, he was a canine, but I couldn't tell what he was, but he was hella young. He had pink fur and was wearing a black suit and tie; the dude looked stupid wearing his sunglasses inside, like one of those guys from those cop shows. He had a sucker in his mouth and was walking with confidence as he advanced towards me. He came up to the cell and pulled the sucker out of his mouth, looking around for someone. He looked around until he finally caught sight of me. "Glare?" he asked, looking at me curiously. "Who wants to know?" I responded with icily."Jesus, looks like someone dragged you from hell and back.""And it looks like some government agency hired a douchebag to play the pretend cop." He looked at me surprised at what I said, and then laughed."Well this douchebag is gonna get you out of here," he voiced lightly. "You have a first degree murder charge and a manslaughter charge against you, and it would be such a shame to see you in prison." He motioned for a police officer to come and get me out of the cage, then we started walking together, him leading the way. He walked with purpose, humming a tune while sucking on his lollipop. I saw his tail wagging with the sway of his hips as he led me through the building. He led me into an interrogation room, and pulled out a seat for me while he sat down himself. He twirled his lollipop around before finally taking it out. He placed his feet on the table and took off his sunglasses on the table; he picked up the folder on the table and started looking at it."So Glare," he began, "It's so unusual for a person to not have a surname, even weirder when their name is a verb. Seems that you awoke in a cemetery three years ago, you don't remember who you are, and your DNA doesn't match any in the government's records. I would suggest that you're an illegal immigrant, but you have a perfect American accent. It is still possible; however, that you could be hiding your true accent. To be honest I could let you be sent to prison, or I could deport you myself, maybe to Bosnia, I heard the place is quite
nice this time of year. Either way, it seems that your only way out is to serve your government."A smile crept onto his lips while he got his sucker and continued sucking it down. I thought about my choices. I'm an American, or at least I think I am, and being deported to a war torn country would suck, but I guess the whole world is about to go up in flames, so it wouldn't really matter. I could be arrested and forced to be in a prison. I won't have to fight in the war, but I'd have to hope the Soviets or Chinese won't bomb it, and San Francisco is a big area and would most likely be bombed since the enemy would probably be invading from the pacific. "What does the government want me to do?" I asked, curious to what I might be doing for the next few months."You possess special skills, skills in which could be useful to the government. It was a shame that I didn't see it for myself, but I heard from your personal envoy that you transformed into a beast and ruthlessly killed Rashkolnikov. The government could use you in the war, with a little training you could be sent in for reconnaissance and espionage; you can help end this war. It seems that you can only transform when you're enraged, which is an inconvenience. If you decide to come and work for the government, I can help you transform at your will." I thought about it. On the one hand, he was right; it is an inconvenience to transform. If I could control it I wouldn't transform during the wrong moments and may be able to go out into public again. Plus I wouldn't be in prison, nor would I be in Bosnia. But the thing is, I don't want to be involved in this damn war. I'd be putting in harm's way, and I just might die! Seems like no matter what I'll be in harm's way. Seems like no matter what I can't just sit at home and wait for the war to end. Suddenly, a question popped up in my head."How are you going to teach me how to transform?" I inquired. "Unless you also turn into a monster, which I doubt, then what you're telling me is absolute bullshit."He chuckled softly then leaned close to me. "Look into my eyes," he ordered, and I noticed how green his eyes were. I stared into them, and he blinked and suddenly they were red. I got a glimpse of them before he was suddenly behind me with a blade to my throat. I didn't even see him get up or pull out that knife; it was as if he teleported behind me."There are many things you don't know about me," he said, lowering the knife and
walking back to his chair and sitting down. "Just know that I was in the same problem you were in, and I can help you. You are a valuable asset to this country, you show potential, and I don't want it going to waste. You could make this war end sooner and go back to whatever you were doing.""I'll do it," I answered with confidence. "I want you to teach me your ways; I want to control my gift. I'd rather fight for my country then spend my days in prison or a Soviet occupied territory.""Excellent, we can get started now if you want," he proposed and got up. He was walking to the door, and I followed behind him. We were walking down to the lower levels when suddenly there was a screeching noise outside along with explosions and people screaming. The pink canine turned around and ran to see what the hell was going on outside, and I was right. Within a few hours of the declaration of war, Chinese fighters were battling it out with American jets, and planes were being shot out of the sky, crashing into buildings. Bodies were flying everywhere as the Chinese descending in altitude and shooting missiles towards groups of civilians. "Follow me!" the canine ordered. I was right on his tail, and I followed him into the underground parking lot. He pulled out his car keys and opened the trunk to his black 2021 Audi A5. He pulled out a tablet and let it scan his fingerprint; then he pressed a few buttons and the trunk turned over revealed an array of weapons. He got a javelin and handed it to me, and he got out three units of ammo for it and placed it into the back seat. "You're a fast learner, aren't you?" he asked. The ground shook as more missiles were being fired onto the ground."Yea," I replied blandly. He came over and showed me how to use it, and told me how to distinguish American planes from Chinese ones. There was another loud crash, and this time the roof started to crack. We hurried into the car and sped off, the parking lot collapsing behind us. American warplanes were dropping tanks and paratroopers parachuting down and forming groups to help get the civilians to safety. The tanks were cruising down the street, shooting at the Chinese jets. The canine sped down the road, avoiding missiles and collapsing building. "Shoot only when you need to!" he yelled back at me as I got my head and arms through the sunroof. The San Francisco Bay Area was a warzone, and planes were coming in and taking each other out. The air was thick was smoke and gunpowder, burning my eyes and making them water, but I had to keep my eyes peeled. A Chinese fighter was going in for an attack
run, its machine gun spinning and firing, destroying buildings. I aimed for the plane as it turned its sights toward us, and waited for beep to notify me when it locked on. The instant it locked on I fired it, and the rocket propel towards the jet until they made contact, and a brilliant explosion followed."Nice shot!" the canine congratulated. The streets were clear seeing as how most of the people tried to find shelter nearby, so we got out of the bay area relatively fast. We drove to a local airfield outside of San Francisco and saw American jets getting ready to go join the dogfight. The canine showed some form of identification to the security guards while I got down from the sunroof and sat down in the backseat. We were let in and drove to where all the commotion was going on. We parked and got out, walking out to the military officers strategizing how to counterattack. The canine went up to the person in charge and demanded, "I need a jet now.""I sorry, but who are you?" the German Sheppard asked, confused."I'm Commander Compton, and I demand a jet to get this wolf out," the canine said, pointing back to me. "He is a priority one case and must be evacuated to Langley Falls.""I'm sorry, but we don't have enough planes," the officer replied uninterested, and went back to going over his attack plan.Compton went over to the leader and turned him around. "I don't think you understand what 'priority one' means." "I'm your Captain, know your rank Commander and stand down!"Compton chuckled softly and suddenly grabbed the captain by the throat and lifted him. All the other personnel pulled out their weapons and cocked them, pointing them at Compton. Compton told them to stand down but none of them budged. The captain was kicking the air, trying to get free when Compton got an idea."How about this, why don't I fight for you, and you let him fly to Langley?" Compton suggested, letting the captain down. "Even though I'm technically working for the CIA now, I'm sure they'd understand this. We need him to go to headquarters to be trained for espionage and special missions. You know I'm a damn good fighter, if not the best, and you're gonna need me up in the skies if you want to push the Chinese back. So do we have a deal?" The captain looked at me, then back at Compton. "He better help turn the tide in our favor," the captain chided, then ordered a jet for me and Compton.Fifteen minutes later Compton came out with a uniform and helped escort me to the jet I was going to fly in. It was the worst plane in the lot, seeing as how I was only going to go Langley and not into the dogfight. I was a little annoyed, but I figured my pilot would know what to do if we got into trouble. When we got to my plane a short female rabbit was standing outside it. She saluted Compton and shouted, "Private Robin reporting for duty sir!" "At ease private," Compton replied, disgusted at the whole saluting thing. "I want you to take Glare to Langley and see that he gets there safely, he's very important to the war effort.""Sir yes sir!" I was a bit disappointed that it was a private escorting me to Virginia, but if she was chosen for the job then I suppose that she handle herself. I was given a helmet, and we climbed into the cockpit. Robin did the pre-flight checks and was ready to go. The engine was roaring, and I could barely hear what Compton was saying. "I'll come and help you out when I'm with this mess!" he shouted, patting the plane. The hood of the plane closed, and the private took off. I saw the base descending, and Compton waving at us before taking being swarmed by soldiers. I looked at the burning city of San Francisco, explosions in the background as the sun was setting. Today was a long day and it really took me out of it. I was asleep within thirty minutes, finding some peace in this war.