(Hello people! Yup, this is my story :D My fan-prequel/tribute to SugarhogRose's story "If You Can't Live Without Me". You should totally read this one before it, or at least the beginning of it.

The character Moontooth is a alternative universe-version of my character The Jumper from my story "When the moon goes down". Feel free to read.

Thanks for SugarhogRose for supporting me and using my character Moontooth in her story :D)


-:When the moonlight finds the flower:-

-:Chapter one: Nor hero nor zero:-

"Anonymous" POV:
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In the darker corner of what you call life... is something darker then the shadows itself.

Darker then any hell or pain you ever seen or felt.

Darker... then darkness itself.

It surrounds you, kills you slowly.

Destroying every good part of your life.

Friends, family, life...

It all becomes worse, worse then death.

But you don't want to die, because you fear death more then you fear life.

But you can't live in this "life", you can't.

So what do you do...? Keep on going with your "life", trying to stay good?
You could... but that would just make you tilt more and more towards suicide...

So what do you do you ask me?

Well...

You let the darkness consume you, you let it become a part of you.

You use it for your own good, but still to prove a message and help the world like you want.

You kill, you survive.

You hate, you go on.

You meet, you ignore.

It keeps you going, it keeps you working.

At least for me...

Hm.

I was once a hero, fighting for the good of the people.

Fighting for those who police didn't care about. Helping the small ones that everyone didn't see.

Poor people, people pushed by the mafia, people like you and me.

Not just hot rich famous teenage girls that some bad guy wants to kill...

But people like you, and me.

Or, rather who I used to be.

I'm no longer a hero... but neither a bad guy.

I'm not a savior, but I'm not a monster.

But if you heard about me, you would see me as a killer, murderer... and yes...

A monster.

All my life as a "hero", like it was called... I tried to not think about my other half of... my family.

I'm half wolf... and I was mostly hated for that.

The wolf, is seen as a killer.

A murderer, a monster.

Kinda like I'm now...

And now when I am a killer, murderer and a monster...

I wonder why I didn't see the truth.

Being half-wolf... has it's good sides...

My paws helps me climb any mountain and wall, quietly so I can get behind almost anyone.

My ears detect any movement, even if it's silent.

My eyes see anything, and I mean anything.

And my nose...

Yeah, let's just say that with my nose...

I don't need my eyes or ears.

So... why am I a killer?
A murderer?

A monster...

Always being The Jumper, hero of us all, didn't feel good enough.

Yes...yes... people loved me and I did actually stop the bad guys.

But there is crime... that doesn't make me happy if you just put the guy in jail.

I tried to not consider killing people, even those who were bad.

I had never fought with weapons of killing or harm, just to stun and defeat.

But then... then when I was eleven...

When I was eleven...

I saw a side of crime, I had hoped to never see.

I remember like it was yesterday...

I woke up in the middle of the night, hearing a sound downstairs.

Usually I would be outside stopping crime... but I wasn't today.

No, today I stayed home because I was tired... and I knew something was wrong with my mom.

She began to get strange phone calls... strange letters and stranger... stuff...

I could hear her cry in the night. I could hear her cry in the bathroom.

So I decide to stay home today, just in case.

I walked over to her door, noticing it was open.

That she wasn't inside was not much of a shock...

But the blood, the broken wine glass and the way the room looked...

I knew something was up.

I almost jumped, hearing the scream of my mother.

The scream almost shattered my heart, as I knew she was in trouble. But it wasn't all I heard.

I heard the angry yell of a man... a man in his sixties...

"YOU FUCKING BITCH!" He yelled, throwing glass and tree.

I began to run towards the stair, fearing what could happen.

"I give you a job! FOOD! A life! What you do?"

I stopped terrified, hearing him punch her.

"Bu-"

"No buts!"

He did it again. And again...

I felt how my fear and anger began to flow...

I ran down the stairs, turning my head in anger as I tried to find them.

"You fucking son ain't gonna have a mom to help if you don't tell me where the money is!"

"Please!"

"Fuck you!"

"ARGH!"

My heart almost stopped, I had finally found them in the kitchen... but what I saw...

What I saw...

Almost gave me... a eleven year old boy...

A heart attack...

The blood flowing down her shoulder...

The cold, sharp knife... stuck in her body... her shoulder...

The pain... the pain in her eyes... the pain that managed to escape her lungs...

The pain... that I felt, watching this scene...

But even how much I wished for it, it wasn't over...

The man dragged the knife out of her shoulder, kicking her in the stomach.

"Where... is my money...?"

His voice... it was a voice of a killer... I could hear it... I could fear it...

I could see how my mothers lounges couldn't work any more... her screams where gone and her breath were going slower then the worlds movement.

Her eyes, moved from her boss to me. I could see how she knew what was going to happen, and how she was ready to go trough it to save me.

Her lips moved as the man raised his knife.

But it wasn't to tell him something, it was a message to me. And even though no words came out, I knew what she wanted to say...

'I love you...'

And with that, I blinked.

And when I opened my eyes , they were covered with blood.

Blood of my mom, blood of my life.

The blood of the woman that made me go on, even how crappy my life felt.

The only person I knew, who would always be there for me.

Gone.

"YOU FUCKING BASTARD!"

I don't even knew how it happen, but somehow I lost control.

I felt how my fangs were exposed, how my claws grew bigger and how I jumped at him.

He felt down on the floor, feeling the hard tree it was made of.

I took his knife from his warm hand wile I punched him in the neck and held him down with my tail and legs.

I stabbed him in the back, hearing his yell.

I did it again, the blood finally leaving the body.

Again, the blood now covering my mom's.

Again, pushing all my strength into the attack.

I pushed it so hard, braking the knife in the middle.

My pain still flooding through my body, my fury still in my eyes, I used the only weapon I had left...

My claws...

"Freeze! Don't m-holy...fuck!"

My eyes widened, my mind finally waking up.

I blinked, finally seeing what I done.

Shocked over my own actions, I jumped off his body, watching the blood flow.

Most of his skin on the back was gone... my paws were more bloody then him.

My eyes looked at the claws as I was holding them close.

I had just killed someone, worse then he killed my mother.

I had gain revenge, but for what cost?

I knew one thing... one thing about this.

Somehow... it made me feel... good...?

But I knew, it was bad. Killing is something you should never do.

Unless it's for the good...

I glanced at the officer, pointing his gun at me.

"Kid... what did you do?"

I recognized his looks. He was officer John Gordon, one of my friends.

I had met him under a school trip, and somehow he became my friend.

But I bet that don't matter now, as I am a murderer.

It took him one blink, and I was gone.

I had taken my backpack with my Jumper stuff, as I knew I could never, ever return again.

I held myself hidden, wondering about what I just had done.

I had killed a man.

Murdered him.

Destroying his body when he was already dead...

But what if it wasn't bad...?

After all... he had killed my mother...

Who knew who else owe him money and things like that?

I had killed a man...

And one thousand more people, didn't have to die...

Did I do wrong...?

Or maybe right?

From that day on... I could never be myself, or The Jumper.

I wanted to send a new message, a warning to those who did bad for the fun of it.

A message I been afraid to send... until today.

Today...

Today I'm no longer myself, or I am myself but not the one I used to be...

After all, I changed my name and my image.

I no longer use the same clothes and equipment when fighting crime.

I wear a black stealth suit with an extra Kevlar over it.

In stand of my pilot goggles I have pilot sunglasses.

I still have my leather gauntlets, but I only wear one of them.

My left hand wears the glove with it's one hundred functions.

My right hand... exposes my claws.

The ones I will use, to kill and save.

I have three holsters on my suit. One for a knife, one for a dagger and one for a gun.

I also installed a new function in my glove, a assassin knife.

Killing have never been easier...

And around my neck, I have my fathers old dog-tags, the one with his name: "Gregory Moontooth".

After all... that is the name I use today...

I was born as Roger "Moon" Woodstock.

I was known as "The Jumper".

But I will be known and die as...

Moontooth.

The one who kill, to stop killing.

Ironic?

Heh, maybe...

But I know one thing.

I make a difference...

I am no hero, but I am not a zero.

Anyhow... enough about me, let's talk about my story...


September 12

As I fall down towards the streets, feeling the air going through my fur, I can't stop to think how good it actually is that I'm 16.

If I wasn't, I wouldn't be this flexible.

I can see how I get closer to the asphalt in every second, but I do not fear it.

Or death.

Because I know... there takes more to kill this wolfdog...

In a matter of seconds, I can be dead.

But of course, I just chuckle and grin before I use my last second to grab onto a streetlamp.

A metallic sound is heard all over the street as I let my claws dig into the lamp before making a flip, getting myself on top of it.

I watch down the streets, seeing a car parking next to the old closed cinema.

How cliché, placing your hideout at an old cinema... hah.

But after all... these guys are the mafia.

Or... rather mafia wannabes... heh.

My grin becomes bigger as I see the driver of the car exit, after all he is the leader of this "mafia".

Derek Frankfurt, the only mob boss who actually drives his own car...

And also the only guy who survived my attack...

I feel how bigger then grin goes as I notice how much security he got for little me...

Heheheh... if he thinks 20 guards will stop me, he thought wrong...

I smile even more, noticing he still got my little "gift" on his neck.

Scars from my claws...

After all... the mark of my claws are my signature "logo".

Why do I have a signature?

Easy.

Competition.

It was shown not to soon that I wasn't the only "punisher".

I'm not the only person who kill those who deserves it.

Neheh, no.

There is another one... someone even more cliché then me...

She goes by the name "Thorn", a female murderer that with the help of her own sly genius mind and her giant cold blade kills anyone... and I mean anyone who did the worst of crimes...

Rape.

Most people think she's just a murderer like everyone else... but not me, I see patterns when I look at her victims...

They either have some criminal history, or happen to be the city's number one asshole...

You could say that she is kinda like me... even though that ain't 100% true...

I use a knife and a dagger, and my own claws...

She simply uses a sword... and her own hands...

And her signature mark happens to be as simply, but as strong... as a kiss.

I laughed when I heard that, but my heart stopped when I entered my next victims apartment and saw him... dead... by her hands...

And her little "logo" happen to be there...

I clap my hands for her, the girl got style.

But it doesn't mean I won't put on a fight.

A simple competition here and now always makes killing a bit more fun then it's suppose to be...

Heh.

So I leave a mark, showing I did this.

Not Thorn.

Not Eggman.

Not Jigsaw.

Me.

Anyhow... I jumped from the streetlamp onto the building, using my paws and their claws to stay stuck with the wall.

Using my claws I "pull" the lock on the window open just before entering it.

The decoration could have been better, Italian paintings and a...

Air hockey table...? Guess these guys know how to have fun, heh.

Anyhow.. I keep on moving to the center of the room, that happens to have a trapdoor down to the meeting of the "mafia".

As I look down, I take my time to look out for some things that can be good to know about...

Giant beer cans... meh.

Wait... beer is flammable right...?

Heheh...heeeeey, I just got an idea...

"And that is how we are going to ge-whata hell! It's him! KILL HIM!"

Aahh... the all know shouting of the mob boss when he sees you jumping out directly towards him in his meeting...

Heh.

As I land on the round table, noticing the anger on Derek and the fear on his companions, I can't help to wonder what odd smell I keep feeling...

I felt it as soon as I entered the room... it somehow... felt...

Like I felt it before... I guessed it was Derek's and chose to ignore it.

*Click*

"All guns pointed at the Wolfdog...? You racists..." I said with a cocky laugh before pointing my arm with the leather gauntlet towards the giant beer cans.

Yeah... I still do cocky jokes...

It helps the fear of my enemies go even higher.

No I'm not crazy...

Or am I...?

Am I really sane... or not..?

Huh... is what I'm doing bad or good...?

Well I know one thing:

This is who I am.

And I can't change... not anymore...

Aaaanyhooow...huh..Jesus...

I blasted one of my electric shot missiles towards the cans, the impact causing an... explosion?

Guess that wasn't beer...

The power of the blast sends various items towards the whole group, even me.

As I hear the shocked and fearful screams of my enemies, I try to not get hit by any item's that tries to kill me.

But after 30 seconds of dodging... I remember what my main objective was...

Killing that bastard who is running away...

"Hey Derek! Where you going? The party just started..."
After shouting my message, I jump away from the table and land on the floor, beginning to charge towards my target.

He walks out of the building through the emergency exit.

I feel for doing the same...

I run towards the door, my hand going for the handle.

Locked?

Urgh! I don't have time for this shit!

I just...

I choose to take a step back... focusing all my hate for these people...

The feeling... the feeling...

It all comes back...

I feel how my fur somehow grows bigger, but not enough.

The anger... the feeling...

*CRASH!*

I smash the door open, using all my strength in my whole body.

I quickly get up to witne-

Wi-witness...

The death of my target...?

"Well hello there, sorry if I drop in unannounced... but I felt you could use some help..."

That cold but almost flirty voice...

The way she she looks at me, the way she pull out her sword from the dead body...

It can only be one person...

"Well isn't it the all famous killer, miss Thorn? What gives me the honor?"

Even though I might act cool and stuff... I can't but wonder what might happen...

But I know one thing:

This is going to get interesting...


*GASP!* It's HER!

Thorn...

What's going to happen next?

Thank you so, SO much for reading this story so far. I really appritiate it :D