It's only short because I don't want to waste my life upon a 3000 word short story if everyone would wish they could flush it down the toilet. I can do much longer, trust in your Sensei, now readeth!
Disclaimer: The setting and slight details that relate to MR aren't mine... sadly. FOXX IS MAHN! AND HER PLOT! Hehehe...
Chapter One
I writhed upon the ground, blood pooling my body and pedestrians walking slower or stopping, confused if this was a movie being filmed or some terrible accident. They looked around wildly, terrified as I released a blood curdling scream, blood flowing in silent streams from tear ducts, acting as tears, tears from a sad soul that wished for nothing more than death right now.
I scrabbled at the ground, my retractable 2 inch claws making shrieking noises. One brave man and woman walked nervously up to me, looking as though they wished they went to L.A. instead. I totally related, except I wished I was them… not me.
"Hun…?" The lady asked, my eyes frantically looking up at her, desperate for help. As much as a kick-ass warrior I was, and loved to be, I really didn't want to deal with this, and would pretty much except any help right now.
"What's happening, we can't help unless you tell us," the man whispered close to my face. "OW!" He suddenly yowled as a static spark lept up at his face and shocked him lightly, very different than what I was going threw right now.
"The collar!" The lady exclaimed. "She's being fried, Seth, what do we do!?"
"I don't know!" he, now labeled Seth for my brain, yelled back. Then louder, to everyone, "Call 911!"
Some people started to mutter, some whipped out cell phones and talking frantically into them. This may be a bad time, but hi, I'm Foxx and I'm a freak. Not just a side-show freak, ladies and gentlemen! I'm a real, true, first class freak! Yah, yah, I have void black wings attached to my upper back, 2 inch pearly white fangs where your puny human canines should be, and some nice, black hair, yes, very dark, void black hair. Both my hair and wings have dark, dull red streaks in them, all nah-tur-al, my friends.
Just as nah-tur-al as my life, in fact, on the run… kind of. You see, once upon a time, some scientists in Washington D.C. were bored in their magical laboratory beneath the surface of the Earth's crust. So they 'borrowed', AKA stole, someone's baby, and used it for magical experiments, example, example, wings, fangs, and being able to shape-shift into a large, black and red fox with magical wings! They kept that magical creature for more magical experiments. Then, they were good little scientists and released the 'creature' into the wild, she having a tracking device/shock collar/loving spiked collar, around her neck. The spikes were to keep her 'safe', they really being 1 inch razor blades, yes, she felt soooo safe… Now, she was desperately trying to get the thing off, only to be internally BBQed before all of New York City! Doesn't her life sound just candy dandy? Does to me! Because, if you pluck out all the magicalness, happiness, and fairytailness, then insert me as the poor sap that's being fried alive, that's my life, and you just opened my book.
Wowzers! If you hate this, you should have seen the original version! It was about 300 words longer, but I hated it to death… Haha, get it… Whatever, please review polite people of Earth, BECAUSE I LOVE YOU ALL! …. –Awkward silence ensues-