Hey! This is vulpine productions666, or the black Fox 666 and wrath of Fox, showing to you our new story collaboration, this thing of ours. R&R thanks.
Take this card, and rub it between your hands, and as this card burns, so will your soul burn in hell if you betray your friends...
Fox's eyes shot open wide, his breath coming out ragged and short. He looked around, before seeing he was safely in his bed, his beautiful wife Krystal next to him. He looked over at his alarm clock. The neon green flashed 3:43 am. Fox sighed. Still having nightmares, still not getting much sleep. Fox gently slipped out of bed, trying not to wake Krystal. He silently closed the bedroom door after stepping out. He crept past his son's room, thankful that the floor was carpeted, so as to muffle his steps. He stepped onto the balcony, and lit up a cigar. The balcony overlooked a suburban area, middle class, full of the blow hard pussies who lived under the governments control, who couldn't take what they want. Fox shook his head.
He forgot, he was one of those people now. Why couldn't he let go of his old life?
He could feel the tension of his suppressed rage and feelings of nostalgia.
"I need some fucking sleep" Fox thought. He laid down on his couch and stared at the ceiling.
He slowly closed his eyes. There was then a knock at the door, and he bolted up into a sitting position startled. His eyes wondered along the room and finally reaching a clock on the wall reading 9:38.
He stood, stumbling a bit from his weariness. He slowly made his way to the door and looked through the peep hole. No one could be seen. He went back to the couch and reached under the cushions and grabbing the stainless steel Desert Eagle under it. He pulled the slider back and hid the gun behind his back, walking towards the door. He slowly opened, tightening his grip on the large gun. A blue furred head peeked around the corner, giving him a smile.
"About time you woke up." Krystal said. "You can put the present back, it's safe." She said walking in. Fox looked at his outfit for a second, the white t-shirt and jeans looked tattered and worn. He then turned and followed Krystal into the bleak apartment building. The classical look of someone on the run was about it, the peeling wall paper, the crappy carpet, and the stench about it. The funny thing was, they were on the run.
"Where were you?" Fox asked, dropping the magazine from the gun and ejecting the chamber round.
"I was picking up cloths for you. So you can throw those disgusting things out." She said walking into the bedroom, Fox followed. The room was the only decent looking room in the apartment. Blue walls, white ceiling, king sized luxury bed, all at their own expense.
"And where would they be?" Fox asked, looking around the room, then back out into the living room for the bag.
"Their in the car!" Krystal yelled from the personal bathroom, the sound of running water being heard shortly after. Fox sighed and walked towards the door leading out into the hall.
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Fox looked around the corner. He sighed in relief his boss hadn't seen him and straightened his outfit. He turned and quickly ran into the store, dodging a fellow worker and finally to the front counter. He looked over the paper-work and quickly stuffed them away as his boss walked into the electronics store.
"How ya doin', boss?" Fox asked, giving a waving gesture to the tall badger.
"Fox, back, now." The badger snapped, going through the back door with Fox in tow.
"What do you want?" Fox asked as they reached the alley he had come in. The badger pushed Fox against the wall, giving him a hard punch across the jaw.
"You're making me lose money here, buddy." The badger complained, pushing Fox to the ground. "I'm sick of you and your god damn excuses. And this point I'm going to have to get rid of you." He continued, kneeing Fox in the face, cracking his head against the building wall.
"You guinea fuck!" The badger shouted kicking at Fox. Fox caught the kick, and threw his leg up, flipping The badger.
"Guinea? Now, you went and used a racial slur, I think you need an anger management class," Fox said, kicking the badger in the ribs. A loud crunch came, followed by a pained groan. Fox picked up a trash can nearby, and bashed it against the badgers head, a resounding boom coming from the metal can. Fox picked him up and repeatedly punched him in the face and stomach. Blood poured out of the badger's mouth and nose.
"Now, what am I?" Fox pulled him close to his face.
"Fired," the badger spit in his face. Fox through him against the wall, and as he bounced off the wall, punched him in the throat.
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Vulpine productions 666-
and when he gets to heaven,
to St. Peter he will tell,
one more soldier reporting sir,
I've served my time in hell.