"Do you really love her, Fox?" He whispered into Fox's ear, his pistol resting on Fox's tattered shoulder, a smile across his face, "She's so beautiful isn't she?" He whispered again.
"Why are you doing this?" Fox replied weakly, trying to speak through the blood in his mouth, blinking his eyes hard as blood trickled through his dampened fur, as he looked on at her. Krystal, the blue vixen, she was tied up like him against a support beam, her eyes looking down at the ground – a defeated mercenary. Both of them defeated.
"Revenge, Fox, comes in surprisingly small doses…" The Reynard said again, walking over to the vixen's side. He looked back at Alex with his golden eyes, and rubbed the top of Krystal's head gently with the pistol's barrel.
"You keep your hands away from her." Fox said with what strength he had left, the Reynard smiled and raised his right hand, claws stretched out, and then with great slowness, the claws came down along Krystal's neck. Blood spilt, causing Fox to jerk against his metal bindings. He sat cross legged on the floor, a puddle forming from the leaking ceiling underneath him. Soaking into his cloth pants, mixing with the drips of blood which came from his chin and back. Krystal let out a scream as the claws dug deeper.
"Fox!" She shouted, trying to move away from the discomfort – this, of course, was in vain.
"Stop!" Fox shouted, working against his bindings.
"Revenge, comes in small doses…" The Reynard continued, as his claws dug deeper into red flesh. Krystal let out a scream which echoed of the dirty concrete walls, "But it starts to add up Fox." Krystal's eyes began to glow, it brightened Fox's eyes.
Yes, he thought, get into his mind Krystal, you can do it. Fox waited for the torture to stop, for the grey furred Reynard to stop in his tracks. But it never stopped, he just let out a coy smile as his claws dug deeper and, eventually, pulled with them the greater part of Krystal's shoulder. She let out a terrible scream, as blood ebbed forth, as Fox could only stand in horror at the sight. Krystal's body began to shake, and the Reynard simply stared at Fox, his eyes calm.
"You thought you could live in this world, Fox? You thought you and your mercenaries could come into my land, kill my people, and just walk away?" The Reynard turned his eyes to Krystal, coming down on one knee as he stared at her, "She is beautiful, isn't she? Would make some prize…"
"What do you want, just tell me what the hell it is you want?!" Fox shouted, his bindings now cutting into his wrists.
The Reynard smiled, "Nothing, Fox, and that's what makes this terrible for you." He raised his pistol to Krystal's head, he pulled that hammer back. Fox's eyes widened, and stared on as the hammer fell. Laser flashed from the muzzle, into flesh, and Krystal went limp. Leaving Fox alone in this great new world, leaving him wanting for it all to end.