Hey everyone. Just fixing a problem because of the chapter was bolded. well, hopefully this fixes it. No new chapter. Just correcting one.

The sun slowly began to rise above the ocean horizon of the planet, Corneria. Everything was beautiful in the springtime. Trees bloomed, flowers opened up, showing off their different varieties of colors. You were able to walk around with no coat, as the weather was over seventy degrees. Sixty if it were a bad day.

However, it was not springtime. It was fall. Everything was turning into the opposite. However, the trees did show off their colors of red, brown, yellow, and you were still able to see a few green ones.

The weather grew chillier. Today, it was the chilliest so far. Forty degrees out and a light rain. Weather you particularly did not enjoy in the main capitol on this glorious planet. That did not stop people from doing what needed to be done.

The people walked the streets of Corneria City, either just walking to get out of their homes. Some were running to work because traffic this time of day was brutal. Some swept outside their business, like an old rhino, who always swept outside the doors of his market. It was always nice to visit, mainly because he would have the freshest fruits and vegetables you'd ever tasted.

This was the downtown area of the city. Always lively, even at six in the morning. Always bright, always happy, you wouldn't think less of Corneria City. Wanna bet? Try living in the west side of the city, where funds were limited to this area because it was so old.

West Corneria City was the first part of the city that was created, which has been standing close for two hundred years. Though, since there wasn't much to it. The mayor just decided to stop fixing up that part of the city. That was twenty years ago.

The only ones that inhabit this area are basically, criminals, murderers, gangs. You name it. It was disgusting place to live, but what could I do? It's all I could afford.

Outside of the apartment buildings on the main street of Emprex Avenue, located a pretty good condition 1972 Oldsmobile Vista Cruiser. Blue in color with wood paneling along the sides. Sure it may have a few rust spots, but the car runs strong and that's all I could ask for. At least something I own wasn't worth as much as shit.

You walk past the car, you would see residents of this building outside, sitting near barrels which had fires brewing in them. They either smoked, drank or waited till it was the right time to start a shooting. No plant life could survive in this area. It was shocking that people could survive here.

Inside the building, wallpaper was peeling off the walls. Holes the size of you were visible. If you were lucky, you would have a hole the size of a bowling ball. I was the luckiest one in the building. I didn't have any holes, except for the one that was made for a window…..at least what was left of it.

The glass on one side had shattered, the other side was all cracked, making it hard to see outside. The wood floor I had was not the prettiest thing in my apartment. Nails were missing, causing the board to bend upwards, making it the perfect thing to make you trip in the middle of the night.

The lighting was bad, mainly because the lighting against the brown, dirt-covered walls made it hard to brighten things up. The only things that were good to have was the bathroom, which still contained a perfectly running toilet, sink and shower.

The kitchen had the fridge, stove, dishwasher, a table and chair to use when eating. The living room had the sofa with a moderately size TV, still able to receive basic cable. Not that I watch much television anyway, especially when I'm always out of my home, working.

The last place that I could really think of that made this place home, was my bedroom. The full size bed, the dresser, bookshelf, a desk for my computer. The computer was basically a laptop, I need a computer a lot when I work so I bought it for that use.

The dresser, all chewed up from termite damage over the years, but still managed to hold my clothes. The bookshelf, well the bookshelf only had books retaining to car repair, bounty hunting, and a book called 'I Hope They Serve Beer In Hell' by Tucker Max. I started to read it and it's one of the very few things that can make me laugh. What a brilliant man.

Throughout this apartment, was silence, though there was still the sound of breathing still able to be heard within the bedroom. Whimpering on occasion was able to be heard as I slept throughout the night.

The slight noise was soon overcome by a loud annoying alarm from the clock near my bed. It caused me to stir as I slowly opened my eyes, but immediately was enraged with anger.

I rose my head from my pillow, lifting my left arm and reaching for the clock, which was still blaring its annoying alarm. I grabbed it and with all my might, I ripped it out of the wall and threw it across the room, watching it soar through the air.

It came in contact with the wall which was about twelve feet away, breaking apart from being thrown so hard. I watched the pieces spread out across the floor, kicking the blankets off my legs. "Son of a bitch! Are you fucking with me?" I yelled as I stared at the broken clock, which no longer displayed the time.

It took me a few moments to realize what just happened, I slowly rose from my bed, walking over to the broken clock. I took a knee, the right knee to be specific next to the clock, picking up the display screen.

I sighed with annoyance, loosening the grip in my fingers of my right hand, letting the screen fall back to the ground. "Damnit. I need a new clock again." I said out loud, rising to my feet once again, turning my head slightly to the right, eyeballing the bedroom door.

I raised my hand, grabbing the knob before finally turning it while pushing it open. Once the door was open and I was able to emerge into the rest of my home, I took a quick scan of everything within the small apartment.

"Could be worse. As if it already isn't bad enough as it is." I said out loud, heading for the bathroom. I walked across the cheap rug that I bought just for color, which was equal distance between my room and the bathroom.

I stepped into the doorway, immediately reaching to the left, flipping the light switch in the 'up' position, which caused the lights to flicker on. I walked over to the sink, immediately twisting the cold water knob, allowing the cold, clear liquid to fall freely out of the faucet, and begin to enter the drain.

I stopped that process for a moment as I placed my hands underneath the cold water, forming a cup to allow water to pool in my hands. I lowered my head and raised my hands as I splashed the water into my face.

The cold sent shivers down my spine, but that lasted only a few seconds. I grabbed a clean towel next to the sink, raising it my face, drying off the excess water which remained on me.

I raised my head, staring into the mirror. The only thing I saw in that image, was a white vulpine, with dark green eyes, but one was surrounded by red. It was as if this fox suffered from something, causing him to be angry twenty-four seven. It was true too.

I shutoff the water, and began to exit the bathroom. A new noise filled my ears as it was coming from the kitchen, my cell phone. I slowly walked over to it, sighing angrily as I already had to get ready for a new job that soon awaited me. It was only a phone call away.

I grabbed the vibrating cell phone, opening it as I brought it to my right ear, awaiting to hear his voice. "Hello." I said darkly, as if I was possessed by evil demons. "Krieger. How are you this morning?" The voice on the other end of the phone asked me. The voice was trying to sound enthusiastic, but he failed big time.

"What do you want?" I said to him, in the same tone as I did when I answered. "Oh, well. Umm. Ahem. Well I need you to come down to the office, I got a…" "Job you need me to take care of. What? Is it another man that needs to be brought to jail for assault or something pussy shit like that?" I interrupted him, getting angry for expecting the usual job I always receive.

"Well not exactly. I need you to bring a leader of this gang called The Lucifer 666. He's been committing acts of murder, bootlegging, gun shipment, and possibly this man is trying to start a war against the Government of this city. I'll explain more when you arrive."

"Why not just tell me now so I can get a move on it?" I said, probably even more angrier than before. I was really annoyed that he always spoke to me this way. Why couldn't he just get to the point? "You're not going in alone this time. I'm sending a team with you."

"What? You're fucking with me right?" Silence was only heard. "You son of a bitch! Why the fuck are you sending a team with me? I work better alone!" I yelled at my boss.

"I know you do, Krieger, but this is a big operation. It has to be done." I sighed with a pissed off attitude, but slowly started to nod my head. "Alright. I'll be down there in a hour." "Thank you, Krieger. See you then." "Yeah." I said to him, before hanging up the phone.

I tossed the phone on the counter, hearing it slide into the toaster before finally coming to a stop. I shifted my weight so now I was leaning forward, resting my arms against the table.

I lowered my head, tapping my claws on the table top, pissed off that I had to work with a team. Which I had never done before, so I wasn't thrilled about doing this job anymore. Even though I wasn't thrilled in the first place.

I pushed my weight off the table, now standing straight. I turned around to face the fridge, opening it as soon I came face to face with it. I stared inside, seeing that I had little food. Though, I did have frozen waffles, and I saw I had butter and syrup too. So I guess that was my breakfast.

I took two waffles and put them into the toaster, watching the wires inside beginning to radiate so much heat, they glowed red. I opened the cupboard, grabbing a plate and a glass. Then pulled open a drawer, grabbing a fork and knife. I waited three minutes before they finally emerged out of the toaster.

I finished eating, just throwing all the dishes and silverware into the sink and placing the butter and syrup in the fridge. I slammed the door shut, releasing a quick sigh. I was in no mood right now. I could kill someone if he/she were here right now.

I walked into the bathroom, immediately taking off the boxers I was wearing. I entered the shower stall, immediately being hit by hot water. It felt relaxing, even with all the white fur, I could feeling the water against my skin, which felt so good.

I took that moment to remember some past memories. They continued to haunt me, even after three years. "Fuck you, Krystal. Fuck you, Falco. Betraying me by taking the Great Fox. The only ones who never betrayed me were Peppy and Slippy." I thought to myself.

Peppy had become to the new general of Corneria, after General Pepper had retired after over fifty years of service. He spends his days with his wife in their suburban home on the coast not too far away.

Slippy married Amanda after the Anglar War, they live on Aquas. He wanted to settle down and start a family. He figured now was the best time to do so. At least while the system was still at peace.

I got out of the shower, heading for my room to put some clothes on. I rubbed the towel across my fur to absorb most of the moisture that remained attached to me. I took a last look across my white fur, making sure I got enough so I wouldn't drag it across the apartment.

I began to walk out of the bathroom, towards my room. Scanning the area, see if anything was out of the ordinary. Everything felt the way it should be, alone. I walked into my room, throwing the towel towards a corner of the room, closest to my dresser.

I walked over to the dresser, opening the top drawer with both hands as I began to scan around for a clean shirt. I came across a gray, long-sleeved shirt that I hadn't worn since I did laundry just last weekend.

I closed the top drawer and opened the most bottom drawer for a pair of jeans. I just grabbed the pair on top because all of my pairs were blue or dark blue. So, it didn't really matter.

I put on a clean pair of boxers, followed by the shirt and jeans. I made sure my socks were a clean pair too, before I finally put my pair of black boots on. They were steel-toed, but nevertheless, they were comfy to wear all the time.

I walked out of my room, looking through the broken window, seeing that the rain had picked up a little, but still enough to be considered drizzling. However, the temperature had dropped two degrees, but it remained in the forties.

I just grabbed my black, leather trench coat along with my special made winter cap. It was specially made by just cutting two holes in it so my ears could fit through with no problems.

Before I left the apartment, I checked my pockets, making sure I had grabbed everything I needed. Cell phone, car and house keys, blaster, dagger, wallet. When I finished checking my pockets, I gave a final sigh. "Alright Krieger. Let's get this shit over with." I told myself out loud, before opening the door.

I made sure the door was locked before I started walking down the hall, encountering a few people in the hall. They looked at me as I walked by, but I assume it was just given-nature.

However, once I reached outside. A Rottweiler saw me walk past and thought it be fun to mess with me. "Hey cutie. Where are you going?" I ignored the first remark as I just let the anger pass by popping my knuckles.

The canine pushed me too far when he tackled me and stuck a gun to my muzzle. "Alright buddy. Give me your wallet." He ordered, acting he was the shit. While laying on my stomach, with fast reflexes.

I kicked the canine off of me, sending him forward about five feet before he caught his balance. I raised myself to my feet, staring at the canine, as he tried to aim his weapon at me. However, by the time his line of sight was pointed at me. I already had fired the blaster that I carried.

The bolt of hot plasma flew at an incredible rate, before finally impacting the Rottweiler's head. At first, his head just shot backwards, before his body finally fell from underneath him, causing his to collapse on the wet, rainy pavement.

Without thinking, I quickly aimed the weapon behind me, pointing at his friends. They just stared at me in awe, but I could tell they were scared shitless. They had never seen anyone move that fast. Plus none of them were armed.

"We're…..we're not going to try anything, mister. We promise." I continued to point the weapon at them for a few more seconds. I twitched my arm before I finally lowered my weapon, putting it back into its holster.

"Good choice." I said evilly, before turning around towards my car, which was still about fifteen feet away. As I continued to walk, I heard running footsteps approach behind me, but came to a stop about ten feet back. It was the dog's friends gathering around his dead body.

I unlocked the door to my car, entering as it was open wide enough for me to enter. I raised my eyes and looked at the people over the dead body. I smirked a little as I had felt no remorse.

I inserted the key into the ignition, hearing the massive engine roar to life. I was happy with the car, but sometimes, I wish it wasn't a station wagon. What can you do, it was given to me by an old friend, who was killed in a drive-by two days after.

I drove out into the busy street, stepping on the gas as it accelerated, squealing the tires as it blended into traffic. I cutoff a car though and the driver laid on her horn. I ignored the horn as I continued to drive, thinking how long it was going to take to get there.

It took me twenty minutes to get there, I caught every fucking light, which pissed me off, but what caught my attention as something familiar pulled up behind me. It was the same car, a Taurus to be exact, that I had cutoff earlier.

I opened the door and got out, seeing that a blue vixen had gotten out of her car, staring at me with anger. "You got a problem?" I said to her, tightening my fists as I felt rage growing through my body.

"Yeah. You fucking cut me off. How about you watch you're doing next time or I'll beat your ass?" She threatened me, trying to act tough, but she was no match for me. "Bring it, bitch. Let's go." "Not in front of my building, you're not!" A voice I heard earlier say to us, it was the familiar bull, Marcos Reaper.

"I don't want this mission to be trouble for the both of you so you better straighten up!" "You fucking with me. I have to work with her. Who the fuck is she anyway?" "Who the fuck are you?" She said to me, getting angry with me as I grew even angrier with her.

"Get in the building now, and we will discuss this, rationally. The other two are already waiting for you two." "Other two? You serious? Son of a bitch." I said to Marcos, as I walked towards the rear while shoving the vixen out of my way.

"Asshole." She said, wanting to retaliate, but she needed this job. So she decided against it….for now. We walked through the doors, seeing a couple assistants look up at us as we walked past. I said nothing to them, not even looked in their direction.

I followed Marcos into his office, seeing that two animals, an Arctic Wolf and a Husky sitting in the chairs provided for them. They didn't look eager to see us. They felt the same way I did, I didn't need anyone's help.

I took a seat next to the wolf as the blue vixen took a seat next to the canine. Marcos sat in his chair, staring at the four of us, while we gave him a mean look. He seemed nervous, but he knew he had to do this. He began to talk.

"Alright. I know none of you are happy to be here, but I have no choice. A job this big needs a lot of people. I chose the best four. You all." "I'm not sure about these three pussies, but I am the best out there." The wolf said, sounding like a arrogant prick.

I growled at him, which caught his attention. "You want to start something?" "I already got first dibs on him. You fight this husky bastard right here." "What the fuck did I do? I'm just sitting here and you insult me. You know what….."

"Shut up! All of you! Just shut up!" Marcos yelled at the top of his voice, which caught all of our attentions. "If you don't behave this instant, I'll make sure none of you work in this field ever again! You got it?" He continued to yell, staring at all of us with red eyes.

We looked at each other, then slowly back towards Marcos, while nodding our heads. "Okay. Thank you. As I was saying, I'm not sure any of you know each other. So, I'm going to introduce you to everyone."

"Krieger Aurelius." I looked up and gave a nod. "Yep." Was my response as I lowered my head a little. "Kursed Turismo." "Yeah." She said, as all of us stared at her, then back forward.

"Ryan Cooper." "Yeah." The canine said, as he gave a quick wave to Marcos. "And Adrian Wolf." "Mhmm." Was the wolf's response, I chuckled in my throat. "A wolf named Wolf. Boy, where does that sound familiar?" I thought sarcastically to myself.

"Alright, now we all know who we are. Now, here's the mission." Marcos said, before pressing a button on his computer, allowing him to see the profile. He spun the monitor around for us to see and read.

"His name is Cyrus Lector. He's thirty seven years of age, a jaguar as you can see. He's about six-five and weighs about two hundred and ten pounds. His crimes are extensive, but the one we are most concerned with is this. He's trying to assemble an army to overthrow Corneria's government."

I stared at the screen, thinking how someone, like this scumbag, can have so much influence over so many people. "We believe he's been hiding out over in Detroit, Michigan over on Earth. We don't know how much time we have, but we need him stopped. For now though, we need information. We want to know what exactly he'll be trying to do. I want all of you to leave immediately. Any questions?"

"Yeah, I got one." Adrian said, as he raised his hand. Everyone in the office stared at him. "Why does this fucker next to me have an optical implant?" I slowly turned my head even more towards the white wolf, glaring evilly at him. I saw his eyes move when he focused on the implant in what used to be my left eye. It had changed from green to red.

"Does that mean you're pissed?" He said sarcastically, trying to piss me off even more than I really was. "How about you try getting shot eleven times and then being engulfed in flames then we'll see how you like it." I said to him, with my tone ever so low.

I looked at the vixen, as she seemed to have caught interest. "You wanna see the scars? They are all over my body." I said, zippering my coat and ready to lift my shirt. "No!" She yelled at me, trying her best to not see the scars. However, I did not listen.

I lifted the shirt and already, you could see four shot wounds in the lower torso area alone. One of those shots passed right through me, burning up parts of both intestines. "Krieger! Enough!" Marcos yelled at him, making me lower my shirt.

I never looked at him, I just smiled at the blue vixen. I could tell she was nervous with me. "Also burned part of my brain. I don't know how I survived, but it took months for me to completely recover. Even with the artificial implants throughout my body, including my brain. Which gives me a special gift."

"And what's that?" The husky said, trying not to sound impressed. I just focused my eyes on him, chuckling at him. "Wouldn't you like to know?" Ryan shook his head as we all focused back on Marcos, who was growing very impatient with us.

"Alright. Transportation won't be provided for you. You have to find it on your own, but that shouldn't be a problem." "Why shouldn't that be a problem?" "Because I got myself a battleship. Along with my fighter. So it's all good." I said, overconfident, but very pleased with myself.

"Oh yeah? What's the name of your ship?" The wolf said, thinking that I was just lying with everyone. I answered almost immediately after he finished his sentence. "Matchitehew." "What the fuck is Matchitehew?" "Look it up." (it means 'he has an evil heart' in Native American Algonquin.)

Everyone stared at me, I just growled at them as I brought my attention back towards the bull. "Okay. I want you all to leave by tomorrow. In the mean time, I order you to get to know each other better. By the end of this mission, I want all of you to be friends."

"I don't need to be friends with these male shit heads." Kursed said, lifting herself out of her chair, using arm strength, standing straight up before walking out of the office. The wolf was next to follow, then the canine. I stayed a moment longer, expecting Marcos to say something to me.

"I want you to lead this group. I know they won't listen to you, but make them." I smiled as I used my arms to lift me out of my chair, straightening my shirt before I left the room.

As I walked around the corner, I endured pain. From my lower torso area, the area where I had been shot. On occasion, I encountered a sharp pain that caused me to almost collapse or throw up. It always took my breath away.

The vixen stopped next to the desk of one of the assistants for information, but she looked up and turned her head towards my direction, seeing me in pain. We may have had a bad first encounter, but she ran to me, worried about my health.

I felt her hand upon my back, almost simultaneously as I spat out a few drops of blood. "Oh god. You need a doctor." "Fuck that. This is normal. The doctor said it would be normal." I said, straightening out my back, now standing at my full height.

She gawked at me for a moment, unable to believe that this was normal for me. "The doctor said it would take a year, minimum before I returned to normal. In the mean time, I suffer these sharp pains and spit out a few drops of blood once a day." I said to her, a higher tone than before, but still very deep.

"Well then. Have fun with that." She said to me, walking away from me. "Go fuck yourself. You think this is fun? You wanna get shot and have it go right through your body?" I yelled at her, making her flinch slightly.

I saw her lower her head, she felt guilty. Which is rather strange because she never felt guilty. "No." "Yeah, that's right." I coughed, spitting out the rest of the blood residue that remained in my mouth. "Now get those fucking assholes over to the bar over on Fifth and James. We got to talk." I said to her, walking past her as I pushed her with my shoulder, making sure to never get in my way.

She just looked at me, unable to believe that I was such an asshole. "Watch yourself, little lady. I know what you thought about me." She looked around, couldn't figure out what she had just heard, but then focused on me. She stared in awe, as she just heard my voice enter her mind.

"He's a telepath?" She said, shaking her head in disbelief. I just smiled, knowing that I just scared her with my special talent. Only one other person I know of was a telepath and that was Krystal, the little bitch.

I reached my car, opening the driver door as I took a seat inside, looking at my right arm. It looked normal, skin, white fur, but what was underneath the fur was the story. There was a scar, about the length from my fingertips, all the way to my shoulder. Why? Robotic arm.

The same went with my other arm, both legs, and part of my ribcage. Those plasma shots and the fire really messed up my body. Luckily I'm still alive. I know who did it too. Oh, he paid dearly. Fucking Panther.

When Krystal and I broke up, she went to him, but she wanted me to pay, mostly emotionally. Panther however, took that to a different approach. He shot me eleven times with his blaster, and splashing gasoline on me.

I laid there in pain, looking up at the black cat, as he smiled, holding a lit match. "This is for hurting my flower." Was the last words I heard from him, before the match was thrown upon me, setting me up in a blaze.

Took me six months to recover, by that time, Krystal had left Panther, just for that reason. She didn't want me to die or to suffer this badly, she left him and no one knows what had happened to her.

As for Panther, I saw him one day outside his favorite restaurant, taking in the beautiful day. I approached him, pointing the blaster at him. He looked up at me, seeing me in the worst condition ever.

My fur was burnt away, my skin was charred, my scars were visible, people feared me, as did Panther, who thought I was a zombie, but I was very much alive. "This is for what you did to me. However…" I said, lowering my pistol. "You don't deserve to be shot. The way I see it, a blaster isn't a way for you to go."

I quickly pulled out my dagger, in the shape of a dragon, and slashed it across his throat, causing him to choke and gasp as he stumbled around, trying to stop the blood gushing out of his neck.

The last thing he saw was me winding up, tossing my extra sharp butterfly knife, right into his head, causing him to collapse to the ground, dying almost instantly. No one ever saw me in that form ever again, because I never returned to that form again. This white fox is who I am now.

I blinked back into reality, still sitting in my car, the engine wasn't running, but the rain had picked up to a hard downpour. I held the keys in my right hand, staring at them for a moment, before finally inserting them into the ignition.

I turned the key, hearing the engine come to life, I took in the moment. I just returned to the past for only a moment, before shifting the car into Drive, pulling out into traffic.

I wasn't looking forward to this mission, especially the fact that I had to work with three other people I didn't care for. I sighed. This was going to be a long mission.