In A Box

A cupboard was slammed closed. Guntz saw his reflection on its mirror. He always felt like he was in constant agony. His pale blue eyes had dark circles around them , he looked awfully pale and his fur was matted. He only had one pair of clothes which were his red jacket, his brown goggles, his gray shirt and pants, his black boots, and his bullet belt. In his hand he held a little container of pills, painkillers to be exact. He swallowed them a good load of them and swallowed them in one gulp, no water to help him swallow. Guntz took a deep sigh and them cringed. His stomach was acting up again. He bent over and wrenched (barfed). The white tile floor was now splashed with red and orange fluid. The wolf wiped his lips. "This always happens", he thought, "I hate…this…my job…". Suddenly the phone rang.

"H-hello", he croaked.

"Are you this gun for hire?", the voice on the other line asked.

"What's it to ya?", Guntz snapped back.

"I just want you to come by estate on the far edge of town", the voice replied.

Guntz was silent.

"I assure a good fortune is rewarded for a job being done", the voice added in.

"Fine", Guntz replied.

Guntz was sure to bring all his gear with him. He never knew what kind of job was afoot. The Shady Oaks Estate was the biggest in New York. As he walked he was in his own little world, remembering all the close encounters with death. He thinks that's what screwed him up, that's why he's like this. Guntz arrived at the mansion and looked up its solid oak doors. He rang the chiming doorbell and the doors creaked opened. The wolf stepped inside and looked upon a grand ballroom. It looked incredibly dated, with a ripped red carpet rolling up to the stairs, filthy tile floors, a barely hanging chandelier, a matted flower wallpaper. The door slammed shut behind him. He spun around in shock. He turned around, when all of the sudden his head was crushed into the door. A massive fist jabbed powerfully into his face. Now his head was sandwiched between the door and the fist. The fist loosened as he dropped into the floor, bruised and bloody.

Guntz's eyes shot open, he didn't know where he was. He felt dizzy and disoriented. His head was throbbing. He looked to his right and saw a figure sitting against the corner of the room. He gasped in surprised when he saw who he was.

"Klonoa!?", he gasped.

It was him, the cabbit saw Guntz, but could not speak. He leaned against the wall in his trademark blue shirt and violet shorts, he had red sneakers on and a blue Pac-Man hat on. Guntz was slightly relieved but saw a crimson ooze on the floor. He had tons of large bullet holes on his stomach and side, all pouring out the crimson fluid. Klonoa was too weak to speak, he was breathing heavily, all he could do is turn his head and stare at Guntz. "Oh my God…", the wolf muttered. "Don't worry, I think I got something to stop the bleeding." He dished out some med. tape and staggered to the dying cabbit. He lifted his shirt and wrapped the tape around him, patching him up. Then the metal door opened.

A tall shadow walked in. "Do you like my little cell? We call it the 'box.' ", he pulled out a pointy object out of his pocket. The figure slammed Guntz into the wall. "Oh you pathetic waste. Why did you have to ruin my life? Huh? Couldn't you just leave my friends and family alone? No, you just had to slay them." Guntz got close enough to see that it was a white Spitz bearing his teeth at him. "Y-your friends and family were nothing but gangsters and corrupt mob leaders! What else could I had to get some cash for a bounty?", he replied.

"Shut up! I'm lonely Guntz, unbearably lonely, I have no one to socialize with, except with my henchmen, and that gets boring. I can't go out because the NYPD is looking for me. So, I don't know what to do!", he said with a slight chuckle at the end. Guntz thrashed to get free. The spitz shook his head and drove the tip of his knife into Guntz stomach. The wolf froze, his eyes shot open and then started whimpering. The knife was drove in slowly as the spitz moved Guntz down the floor. "Do you feel it Guntz? This is the same pain I felt when you killed everyone." Guntz started gasping hopelessly, as the knife slowly went into him. It felt like forever for him. He saw down the blood ooze from his stomach. Then the spitz carved across the wolf's stomach. He opened up the gash and peered into his intestines. He started pulling them out. Guntz let out painful woeful moans with every tug the spitz pulled.

Klonoa continued to stare emotionlessly at Guntz and the spitz literally pulling his guts out. He continued to breath heavily, but his bleeding has almost ceased. Then his hand twitched. Klonoa then blinked. In a matter a moments Klonoa came back to life, sort of. He had enough energy to get up and slump to the spitz happily pulling out his intestines. "…and this is for Larry and Gina and Tommy and Susie!!", he growled. Klonoa walked up behind him grabbed his head, and twisted it vigorously. The spitz's neck was snapped, and he died instantly. Guntz sat against the wall sobbing. His mouth was oozing out blood, his body was sprayed in blood his small and big intestine were hanging out of his limp body and his eyes were dazed as well. Klonoa bent over, picked up Guntz and put his hand around his shoulder. Naturally, Guntz was heavier than Klonoa, so the cabbit had trouble keeping him up.

Klonoa went through a hallway and then to the ballroom. Two henchmen walked by and spotted. "What the…?", one of them stammered. Klonoa looked behind him, and began to quicken his pace. The henchmen stood there dumbfounded. Klonoa was trying to get the door to budge. "Jenkins just told me that he found the boss dead in the 'Box'! Those guys killed him!", he shouted.

"Fire at will!", the other said. Klonoa finally got the door open when he was fired upon. Klonoa and Guntz's bodies were drove into the door by the force of the bullets. They're limp bodies dragged down into the floor, the door splattered in blood. The two henchmen walked over and one kicked Guntz.

"What do you think we should do with them?", one asked.

"Uhh…let's throw 'em out into the river".

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Boy, I hope that this story isn't related to Mizui-TK's fic. Another this is only fic numero uno in a series of this um, "slash" fics. So, please don't hate on me for writing about this. I'm just kinda trying to be different. Oh yeah hope this doesn't go over the T rating.