Author's Note:
I wanted to keep myself busy and plus I had this idea swarming around in my brain for days now and knew it wouldn't go away unless I wrote it, so here it is! A brand new story for those of you who want something a little different!
As usual I'm accepting OCs, BUT I'm only taking five, I actually already have two, so there are THREE places left, first come first serve!
This story will be a little different, as in maybe a little bit more blood, action, romance, and puzzles, I'm going to try and keep this one action packed so prepare yourselves! I'll also work on my writing skills so if you see a chapter that's a little different that's probably a new writing style I'm trying out.
I'm going to list off the two OCs I have at the moment and their owners.
Hex- Kuro Rakka Shimo
Ratchet- TheTimberWolf09
Alright, there are THREE MORE OPENINGS! FIRST COME FIRST SERVE! THIS IS RATED T FOR A REASON! LAUNGUAGE, BLOOD, AND DEATH! Now onto the story!
Sirens fill the city air at least five police cars race past down the busy streets causing chaos to citizens driving late at night. They had been alerted to a break in at a downtown jewelry store, a run of the mill call if it weren't for the person inside.
"Eh too small," a ring clatters to the floor already littered with glass and other jewels, a flashing red light is the other thing illuminating the small store.
"Hmm this might do," a golden necklace drops heavily into an already plump burlap sack, the owner not seeming to hear the alarm or the approaching sirens, that or he doesn't seem to care.
He hums a tune in the back of his throat, moving from glass case to glass case and peering inside searching for something, "Dang! They must've moved it," he grumbles with a roll of his eyes as he makes his way towards the back of the store swinging the sack over his shoulder.
A locked door stands between him and his goal, that doesn't seem to faze him in the slightest way; he tests the doorknob first and smirks at his good luck as the heavy door swings open.
"Rookies," he snickers homing in on a small black safe nestled beneath a cluttered desk, he whistles the tune from earlier as he crosses the room to his prize.
He settles on his haunches in front of the safe and reaches out with a gloved hand, fingers quickly typing away at the dial pad entering the code, he presses enter and waits. Immediately the word 'ERROR' flashes up on the screen, he mutters a quick curse under his breath and scowls.
"Was it 14, 15, 22, or 20, 50, 83? Well no harm in trying both," he chirps clicking away at the dial pad, on his second try the word 'OPEN' appears on the screen in big bold green letters, he chuckles to himself and opens the safe. Inside is another smaller safe, he groans and bangs his head against the bigger safe muttering "Stupid," over and over under his breath. He tries the other code that opened the first one, the word 'ERROR' appears on the screen mocking him, he groans and quickly tries the other code, still no luck.
Hissing he begins to bang his fingers against the buttons out of frustration, the safe swings open slamming into his nose as red and blue lights fall across his face. "Looks luck is on my side," he snickers reaching in and snatching up a plastic bag filled with three pounds of uncut diamonds.
He greedily shoves the bag in with the rest of his loot as a man's voice reaches his ears, "THIS IS THE POLICE! WE HAVE THE PLACE SURROUNDED, COME OUT WITH YOUR HANDS UP OR WE'RE COMING IN!"
He huffs and rolls his eyes, "So dramatic," he groans throwing his head back like an annoyed teenager, sighing he stands and slowly makes his way towards the front of the store, however he doesn't make it in time and gunfire fills the air, he stops and waits with baited breath, head tilted as if he were waiting for something.
A small chirp reaches his ears like that of a bird or cricket and he bounds forward and out a huge hole, where the front door should've been.
Six police officers lay unmoving on the asphalt before him, hundreds of bullet holes scar the ground and the cars, along with the unmoving men, "You went overboard," he grumbles with an annoyed pout.
"Sorry," a soft deep voice mumbles like a scolded child as he steps over the legs of an older man, a strangled cough reaches his ears and he turns, eyes training on the face of the bleeding human.
"W-why?" the man gasps his whole body having gone numb from the pain; he'd been shot in the abdomen, as a matter of fact the other police officers all had head and neck wounds, none to the chest.
He shakes his head at the dying man and walks up to loom over him, "You poor thing, dying like this," he clicks his tongue against the roof of his mouth as he draws a small handgun from the depths of his jacket, he aims it at the older man's forehead, "Allow me to help," he says kindly as his finger tightens on the trigger, a single shot ringing out in the suddenly silent street.
"Dang it he slowed me down," he grumbles exchanging the handgun for a scalpel, "Oh well I move fast any ways,"
"Six more police officers were killed last night at a robbery downtown, their hearts were cut clean from their chests with the skill of a surgeon and they received head and neck injuries that caused immediate death. The Feral Heart has struck again, when will he be caught? We have-,"
The TV screen whirs down, having been shut off by its annoyed owner, "That sick twisted bastard," the TV remote goes flying, shattering against the wall near the TV screen.
"I wish the Director would go ahead and put my team on the case, it's not like we'll do any harm, we could solve it for all she knows!" a young female voice grumbles irritably as the owner paces back and forth across a plush cream carpet, her words ringing throughout the empty apartment.
She stops pacing to glance out the window eyes narrowed thoughtfully, "Of course we have no DNA, no fingerprints, not even a witness!" she complains to herself throwing her hands up in the air just as a small pink cellphone vibrates on a sleek glass coffee table.
She snatches it up and opens it swiftly pressing it against her right ear, "Special Agent Brittany Miller," she says, auburn furred tail sweeping side to side, fueled with her hidden aggravation.
"Hex," she sighs eyelids fluttering closed in annoyance as said team mate rambles on and on about the case; and how his coffee tasted like crap; and how he wanted to switch lunches with her because all he packed was a sub sandwich, to which he explained to her how a guy can't be filled by wimpy sandwiches.
"You're a chipmunk Hex, I think a sandwich is plenty, besides I'm going out to lunch," she says smiling when the munk on the other line groans loudly, "Ugh no fair," he whines, "Oh and the Director wants to see you about Feral Heart," with that he hangs up leaving her listening to the dial tone.
"YES!" she cheers jumping up excitedly, "Crap I need to get ready!" she exclaims bolting into her bedroom to do her morning routine.
It doesn't take her long to get to the headquarters and lucky for her she's not late, "Made it," she gasps scrambling into her teams 'bull pin', the only one present besides herself is the munk who was complaining to her earlier over the phone.
The chipmunk is lounging back in his black office chair, hind paws propped up on a cluttered desk, arms tucked behind his head as he tries to stay awake by watching the screen saver on the screen of his computer, Hex is of average height for a male chipmunk, well their 'breed' of chipmunk any ways; he's sixteen years old, a year older than herself, and dressed in a silver shirt with black skulls on the shoulders, half a gray mask covers his mouth and his legs are covered in gray pants, his usual weapon, a black bladed katana, is secured in its case and leaning against the side of his desk.
His eyes shift to train on the auburn furred chipette as she sets her coffee and three muffins on her desk, Brittany feels his eyes on her and mentally shivers, it's not like she doesn't like or trust him, it's just that his eyes are a little weird. His right having a black sclera (the usual white part of the eyes) with a white pupil his left has white sclera with a black pupil; his fur is a light sandy color and neatly styled although a few strands seem to have worked their way free.
"Did you bring me anything?" he asks hopefully, his gaze falling on the chocolate chip muffins, "Here you can have mine," she says tossing him her muffin as she quickly picks up the other two and rushes off leaving Hex behind to eat his breakfast.
Brittany hurries down a hall, slowing to a stop before a door labeled 'Evidence Evaluation' she glances both ways to check and make sure no one is looking before shoving the muffin through the mail slot in the door, "Morning Jeanette," she whispers to her sister knowing she had pulled another all-nighter in hopes of catching Feral Heart, "Morning," a soft voice echoes tiredly.
Brittany scurries on and stops again at another door, this one labeled 'Autopsy' she shudders in disgust not understanding why her youngest sister even took the job, "Morning Eleanor," she says following the same routine. She hears something crash to the floor and bites her bottom lip upon catching a few colorful words being spewed from her sister's mouth.
She quickly hurries off and up a flight of metal stairs, she stops in front of two huge black doors and knocks, they swing open allowing her to walk on in.
"You wanted to see me Director?" she asks politely.
"Yes, you see your team seems to be doing a pretty good job of solving a few cases, so I've decided to assign you Feral Heart,"
A short first chapter but it gets us rolling!
THREE MORE OCS ARE NEEDED! THEY CAN BE SPIES/AGENTS OR CRIMINALS!
Review, fav, and do a little dance cause its summer!
MM15
