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In my life, I have been a police officer for almost ten years. I honestly didn't want to be a cop when I was growing up, I wanted to be a doctor, or own a business, but as I went to college preparing to enter medical school the cost simply became too much. Each semester cost more and more, the books were nothing to sneeze at either.
My mother worked hard as a Realtor, and since we were alone since dad died, I did my best to help. One day in one of my part-time jobs I heard that the city was having a problem with crime since so there were not many people enrolling in the local police academy or wanted to be cops. I placed two cups of coffee in front of the two officers.
These two were recruiters and they were not kidding, I managed to make a deal with the city and I went to the academy with the specific deal that I could continue to study and they would pay half of my expenses. They apparently were so needy that they agreed. I went through the academy and since there were so few of us in my class, I graduated top of my class.
Had I taken a different major I could have applied to enter as a detective but no, I had a major to prepare to enter medical school. That is how I ended up being a cop for the last nine and a half years. Every day my duties as a police officer took more and more time and eventually I needed the money they were supposed to give me for tuition.
Mother was sick and so the extra money really helped her out, I guess I also did it to get away from the constant humiliation of saying that I was the only cop that wears a lab coat for fun. Stupid idiots, I hope they get a ton of malpractice suits in their future, ungrateful bastard after I spent so much time helping them.
My boss was as hard-headed as they come, and my partner was as sleazy as a crook sometimes. "Hey, Jack why are we waiting around in this alley? Come on, you know that we need to cash that guy that keeps stealing drugs from the evidence room."
He began to laugh, "Funny Nick, really funny how things work out. Here I was thinking that you would have figured it out by now. Guess Mr. Top of the class, the officer of the year is not as smart as I am." Two thugs appear out of the shadow of a nearby building and grabbed me.
As I woke up, I have tied hanging upside down and I was looking at my partner talking with the thugs that did this to me. "Oh you are awake, well that is unfortunate. Well since you are going to die, might as well tell you the truth as the last gift. I am the one that stole those drug shipments out of the evidence locker room."
"Don't look at me like that Nick, you know how crappy our salary is. I can make more in a month selling that stuff than I could get paid as a cop in five years. I honestly wanted to invite you in on this, but since you are so stupid with your goody two shoe way, there is no way I can risk it."
I was tied and hanging by my feet and this is where I find just how sleazy Jack can really be. "So tell me, Nick, you ever dance with the devil in the pale moonlight? Oh, don't worry answering, it is just something I like to ask all my prey." That is when I felt a sharp pain and everything went black I guess seeing him point my gut at my head was a clue as to what really happened.
Everything is dark, why do I feel like I am swimming under water? Why is everything dark? I can feel something touching where I am floating, it is almost like I am inside a water-filled balloon. I tried to punch and kick to make people know I was there but nothing, I can't make out what they are saying.
A couple of months later I begin to feel like someone was pushing me through this slimy, wet and warm tunnel, and I was being pushed really hard and I was going rather fast down this slimy tunnel till I finally saw light, and someone grabbed me by my legs began to clean me like someone cleans a car, and to add to the humiliation they held me by my legs and smacked me really hard on my butt.
I wanted to scream that it hurts but no words came out. I someone cut my stomach and put me in a blanket. "Ms. Wilde, I am happy to tell you that you had a healthy baby cub, a male by the looks of it. Congratulations, I know you have a real tough time during birth, but now you can see the results of your hard work, a little angel."
How dare this idiot call me that, after he hit my butt so hard I thought he was going to break me. He placed me on her arms, and she began to look at me, that is when it hit me. She didn't look human at all, she sort of looked like one of these anthropomorphic animals I used to see in a kid's anime show. I tried to remember what species she was, from the looks of it canine, almost like Kurama from that old Naruto anime.
So if this is my mother, and she looks like a fox, does that mean I am a fox too? Aren't foxes supposed to be smart? I got killed by my backstabbing drug stealing partner, guess I died and this is my new life, hey why do I remember all this stuff? Wasn't I supposed to forget everything and start in my new life with a blank slate?
"As you can see foxes when they are babies can be quite the handful, so you need to take extra care with them or else they might wander around or get hurt." Excitable my paw, I am trying to figure out why I end up like this and with all the memories from my previous life and he treats it like I am a discipline problem.
I was made to look at it as she placed something cold on my chest, oh, guess that explains it, the person who rudely smacked my butt is not a guy but a lady, and I knew something smelled rotten here, well besides her bedside manner, the lady looked like a skunk, and she has the nerve to tell me I will be a problem child? Hey lady they invented a little something called perfume, try to wear some!
"Yes ma'am your son is full of energy, I should know, I remember when my three little ones were as cute as this little guy. Now he might be a bit hungry after jumping and flaying like that, so here you go, ma'am."
The second she handed me back so I guess mom she pressed me against her left breast and for some strange reason she smelled really good, so without even knowing why I started to suck, and that is when my mouth tasted something really sweet. I couldn't get enough of it.
After a little bit, she put me on her shoulder and began to pat my back is she trying to, "BURP." to cause me to do something that is really embarrassing, guess it was better for it to come up instead of down. I guess I should really count my blessings.
Well I guess from now on, I pretty much can only try to talk, but then again if I did begin to talk like she can, then she will probably get scared or worried at the very least. I don't think she deserves that. So I will try to act as normal as I can. Mom used to joke that I wasn't very normal as a baby, to begin with, boy if she could see me now.
I was taken home and honestly if this vixen was my mother I was expecting to meet my rugged father. Days went by and I saw no one that would be called a father figure much less my supposed father. Mother works every night and takes care of me all day. I guess the term single mother fits her like a glove.
Seeing my mother work so hard, and then come home basically dragging herself inside my room, made me feel guilty. I knew that I wanted to keep things as normal not to freak her out, but not if it would cause her such pain. That is when I decided that as soon as she began to leave me out of my cradle, I would help her as much as I could, this tiny body of mine doesn't help in doing much.
Five years went in a blink of an eye, and now I could walk around and even jump pretty good. I managed to find a seat that I could climb unto to help her do the dishes and I took care of the sweeping and mopping of the floors. Of course, I tried to do it without her noticing, but that didn't last long. She was my mother, she, of course, would notice when her broom was not in the same place she put it.
I washed the bathroom floor, shower and cleaned the toilet, even replaced the toilet paper. "Nick, what are you doing son?" I came out of the room pretending to do something else not to worry her. "Just reading my books mom, do you need me for something?"
She laughed and she came over to me, she began to rub the top of my head, "You are such a good boy, once I get done with cooking I will come over and see how much of these books you finished reading." Great she was coming over after she was done cooking to quiz me. My mother in my previous life never did that for me growing up, guess it actually shows she cares.
Oh sure, I could really freak her out by answering algebra questions, reading poetry, and discussing the absolute mess our current mayor is causing. I could even ask her to get herself a job stuffing envelopes, and she could leave that to me. Alright, the last one I think I can do, but she will never agree to it. For some strange reason, I really want her to feel proud of me.
As time went by and I always came home from kindergarten with a star on my fur, I guess mom was proud of me if only a little bit. Thanks to the things I knew from my previous life I could do all the homework, answer all questions, and still managed to help mom. Some of the other kids were not too happy about this, and they called me names and at the very least called me a show-off.
I also read about the junior ranger scouts, I never had been in the boy scouts when I was in my previous life, this would be a brand new experience for me, well aside from growing up and finding having a tail is really not so bad, it is rather handy to keep my balance actually, well enough, I asked my mom if I could join a local pack of the junior ranger scouts.
She smiled and told me of course I could, she made sacrifices, gave up on buying things she needed or wanted just so that I could have a brand new uniform, I wanted to make a good impression, to make friends, to fit in, even if I was the only predator in the pack, the only fox.
I was so excited to meet the others, to make friends that I ran down the stairs to the room where the others were. "So you finally made it, good, come over it is time for your initiation." All light turned off and then the pack leader a woodchuck by the looks of it began to flash the light from a flashlight on me.
He told me to say the oath, "I Nicholas Wilde promise to be brave, loyal, helpful and trustworthy." The guy who was shining the light on me like in one of the interrogation scenes in the old movies I remember began to laugh, the laugh turned dark, and cruel rather quickly. "Trustworthy, even if you are a fox? How dumb do you think we are? GET HIM!"
The other members of the pack jumped me, they wrestled me to the ground and then they put a muzzle on my face. "There is no way we would allow a predator to be near us without a muzzle, especially a fox. Listen up kids, foxes are the worst predators there are in the entire world, never turn your back on them and never trust them."
I don't know why, maybe it was because the way the bigger kids wrestled me down, or placed the muzzle on my face, or simply because I felt my dreams of making friends with my fellow junior ranger scouts were destroyed even before I spent a single day with Pack 214. Tears began to flow down my face, and I could not help but to cry and sob as something I hoped would be a wonderful chance to make friends die before my eyes.
They kicked me out of the building as the rain began to pour down. I guess in a way the rain helped me cool off, and it hides my tears. I thought that the junior ranger scouts were a group of people that went around helping those that need a hand, that they learned to care about others while learning all sorts of things.
Guess this was my first lesson, never take anything on face value, if you do disappointment will be my only outcome. My second lesson was people prey on weakness, the second you let them see they can get to you, it's over. The last thing I learned is I need to look out for myself because no one else will. I guess it was pretty dumb for me wanting to make friends with a bunch of hypocrites.
I got better things to do than spend my time getting pushed around by a bunch of bullies, my mother may think I am a member of this pack, but I will spend my time doing something worthwhile. I decided that I was going to help mom make ends meet, and if anyone doesn't like it, well I don't care.
That is when I first got to talk with grocers, they told me I could take any fruit that was almost going bad. I got pretty good at telling which fruit I could use by smell, and I managed to get an old blender working again. I got a pitcher from a nearby recycling bin, and a few glasses.
I began to cut and mix my own juice and as soon as the first pitcher was full, I was open for business. I did my best to attract customers and granted some of the first ones only bought the juice out of pity, well a sale is a sale, and after they tasted it, these customers became frequent customers. In a day I made five hundred bucks not bad for my first day.
From now on, this juice stand is my only club. I made sure to think straight, if I made enough money, I would have my mom help me prepare my taxes, after all, that is what mom does for a living. Come to think of it, maybe I will ask mom to teach me about taxes, the laws and how to prepare them. I hope she only thinks of it as showing interest in what she does.
As time went by I made five hundred bucks a day, every day, I got a good deal with the people that supply the grocers in the massive markets where the grocers go to buy their supplies. Mom laughed and said that it was so cute for her son to show so much interest in what my mother did for a living, she even left me a few books about taxes and tax law.
I may look like a kid, but I had decided that business was the best thing I could do for me and mom. Through an entire year I made five hundred bucks a day, no days off, no slacking off, every day, made juice and sold it to my customers, words of mouth spread and it got so bad that I was running out of juice by the middle of the day.
On my sixth birthday, I did something no other child ever did, I filled my first income tax return, and paid my first taxes. Mom was so proud that she was crying as I placed the stamp on the envelope to send my very first taxes. "Son, why didn't you go back to the junior rangers?" I could tell her the truth, but I didn't want to make her feel bad.
"Mom, you need money to pay for everything, I figured that it was better for me to help you rather than to simply play around with a few kids I don't even know. Come on mom, after this I told you, we are buying you a new mattress, no more lumpy mattress for you. It's my birthday present, so come on mom, we got to pick a good one."