Ok I am not use to any of this!! This is a little story about a little foxy from Ireland. I was inspired by an old tail I heard about a girl born with Fox eyes and after I seen Origin I thought I'd write her into a fan Fiction story for the laugh. Anyway I don't own Victor creed or James Logan, but the Vixen is all mines. So feedback really appreciated and please be Patient with this it will take a while to work victor and Logan in. I want readers to get to know Vixen.
The Vixen
She stood; straighten back and tensed muscles, blindfolded and hands gripped tightly behind her back. Vixen was Puffing slowly, on a rolled cigarette that dangled from her fat red lips. She was trying to enjoy every last minute of the quite tranquil nicotine. Concentrating on keeping her feet planted firmly on the metal floor of the boat or ship or wherever it was she found herself!? It was hard for someone like her. Knees began to shake, all the movement, up and down, over and back, it just confused her sense of balance and she began stumbling with the waves of the ground.
"Why in gods name did they put me on a boat!!? They know dam well I hate sailing! Probably just done it to make me feel stupid and weak, humiliate me, I hope their taking me home"
The thoughts were rushed, with a hit of panic. She was beginning to feel sorry for herself it had been too long since she was back on her island, in the fresh air.
She was distracted when she got the scent of two people walking toward her from behind, she lost her concentration; wobbling unable to balance herself with her restrained arms. Walking in an unstable wonky circle, she thought she might fall flat on her arse when 2 hands grabbed her shoulders and straightened her up.
"She looks a little shaking now Mr Ashton" The fine British accent of one, Major Butterly rang in her ears, she smiled.
"But once the Vixen is on dry firm land she'll be fierce!" He slammed his fat fist hard against the metal wall. It was clear that the Major was in one of his furious patriotic moods.
Walter Butterly was a large round man with square shoulders. Of course he was in full uniform, medals and all, his broad neck looked like it was being choked by his collar and his bald lumpy head was persperating, veins popping from his temples with the pressure of war.
"And the dam Nazis won't know what jolly well, hit them!!" he roared……
"Hmmm we'll see??..." the other voice seemed to be questioning her ability.
"Well if he doubts me, then I'll make allowance for his ignorance".
"How do you know we can trust a creature of her nature and ….…..nationality?"
Vixen did not like the tone of this Mr Ashton's words, a silk refined English accent with tuning of academic education that indicated, to her, supreme values.
Ashley Ashton was a tall lean academic alright. A student of human biology and chemical science he was curious about this animal's nature and anatomy. His family connections had gained him access to the mysterious Irish Vixen but he had to come to the front line of a great war to view her in flesh.
Mr Ashton was questioning her trust worthiness.
"Can't blame him for doubting my trust"
The War Plan
After an hour or so Vixen started to feel intense, instinct was kicking into the blood stream and the heart began to beat faster and faster. The plan was straight forward, never mind the boy soldiers on the beach just get to the Generals and commanders behind the German lines, it was do-able.
"Only one snag, dam brits don't know where the Generals and commanders are?! I don't have their scent?"
The distance noises were becoming clearer now, they're getting close. Explosions! That was the first thing she could make out and then there was the "ratttatttatta" of the machine guns and then, then the squeals of young men falling and crying as they die alone in a strangers country. Vixen did not like war but accepted it as an inedible part of humanity, in fact, the only part of humanity that she served a purpose. So in a way she was thankful for war.
The two men started shifting behind her when the boat got close enough from them to hear the sounds too.
"Now, you know what it is you have to do, and I don't expect failure"
The Major spoke firmly as he approached her, removing the chains that had been keeping her hands tightly behind her back, she took the blindfold off eagerly waiting to view her surroundings, as she pulled the cloth away her eyes darted around the metal boat, her gaze fell on the other man. He had a look of bewilderment on his face
"I've seen that look before" she thought and gave him a devilish smirk exposing the sharp canines that dominated her smile. He just stood still and glared at her in disbelief, their eyes met for a moment but, soon was broken by the Major's booming interruption,
"It is Time now, for you to do your duty to the empire, You know were to meet us when you've completed your mission and you know what will come if you pull a No-Show, there is nothing more to say"
She nodded her head to indicate her understanding.
The Animal Instinct
She stood, ready to run and ready to fight……….. ready to kill! The front end of the boat dropped open and before her lay a vision that can only be descried as hell on earth.
Dashing out of the small boat straight into shallow water she felt bullets beat into her back, she ignored the pain. The only concern, massive bombs being dropped out of overhead plans they may do some damage. Young men ran by her, some running right into death, their horror had blinded them to her distinctive differences. Bombs and bullets coming from all directions and she hadn't even got to shore yet. In a moment of observation Vixen took in her sights and seen that beyond the beach there was men in higher ground with machine guns.
Her ears suddenly perked up, a sound of metal clinking from above her, it was a plane?" holy mother it's a bomb!" Vixen took a deep breath and dove into the murky shallows. As she swam the force of the explosion rippled through the water trashing the bodies of dead men about and in front of her, she pushed them away.
Major Butterly and Mr Ashton were on the control deck of the boat watching the young women pull her self toward the shore, dodging death with unique speed and stunning agility.
"It makes no sense to me, that it should help us in this battle Major. It is within the fox's nature to betray, is it not?" Mr Ashton's voice was full of controversy and doubt. The major turned to face to the aspiring Doctor and smirking from each corner of his thin lips said
"Mr Ashton, That creature is like no other solider in the entire empire. The Vixen is a naturally born intelligent Killer, and yet she, like everyone else in this god forsaken world has a price."
Finally she emerged from the blood soak sea onto the sandy beaches; running passed other men held down by fear and confusion. Vixen just stopped and looked about for a place to hide. Yes her bushy hair was hidden away in her Garrison cap but she still had huge golden eyes with black slits instead if circular pupils and little black claws that sat on the tips of her fingers instead of pinkish dainty nails. Finding a place to take cove behind a pile of dead bodies that sat upon some broken artillery, she ducked behind it watching others run passed. Looking onto the main beach, thinking intensely to herself
"How am I gonna get from here to all they way over there without killing or being noticed??"
She was beginning to realise that her task was not as simple as it first seemed. She proceeded to dash from one body pile to another until she was close to the barbed wire surrounding the German Machine guns. It was just another obstacle she must overcome.
Suddenly, as if out of the blue, before her eyes she seen something very large dive into a run on All Fours!!! She turned to view the figure, it was a Man!!! Running like a large game cat on the hunt. She remained still watching this weird man. He dove right over the barbed wire onto an unfortunate German; he looked up at the men in the gun pits on hire ground and without breaking a sweat jump up and on the side of the pit. Clawing and grabbing at the men inside through the opening, this man looked like he was having the time of his live!
"That's not a bad idea, the commanders could well be hiding in underground back rooms" She had to think about it first. Just as she went to stand up there was a huge explosion next to her, she got a fright and broke into a painful run, her uniform had been badly burnt and judging by her pain so had her flesh. She ran as quickly as she could which was pretty fast, everything went in slow motion as she passed, boys were falling all around her with expressions for encrustation on their faces.
The Man on All Fours.
She dove over the Wire and landed in the middle of some German's, they stood up and attacked. vixen swiped her claws along one's throat, his wound gaped open and blooded rushed from his neck to his chest, another tried to shoot her but she grab the barrel of the gun and pulled him to her ramming her hand into his lungs and ripping it back out leaving a massive hole in the man, seeing this the others ran away.
Vixen jumped up onto the side of a pit and pulled the man inside out and threw him down. As she did this she noticed her hair was loose around her shoulders, having big Yellow eyes, black claws and fangs were a big give away that she was not normal. Yet it was her long volumed dirty red hair with its trade mark white tipped ends that usually landed her in it. Looking round quickly before she scrambled into the pit she realised she was being watch. The man! The strange big man, was gazing at her from inside the pit he attacked earlier, he was smiling at her she could see fangs not unlike her own.
"Feck him anyway!" She cursed; she was certain that it was only him that noticed her so she climbed in and ducked for cover.