Faux the Wolf Chapter 2


Date: October 15th
Time: Approx. 0800 hrs.
Location: Unknown

He didn't how long he had been running, nor how far he had ran for that matter. Faux was exhausted, he need rest. He couldn't stop, not yet, not until he was sure it was safe. He needed help, he needed to call someone. But who, surely by now they had to have realized that he had abandoned the mission. He had thrown his phone away miles ago, after he had remembered that it had a tracker built into it. An within a few hours they would be in hot pursuit. As he continued walking came upon a small little rustic town, that looked like something straight out of the pages of an Old Western story. He got closer to the sign, the sun was rising and he could read it. It read, Rustic Town, Population 112. Faux couldn't help but laugh. He had seen some pretty crazy, and ironic things in his lifetime, but this one by far took the cake, and ate it whole in his perspective. He walked on, hoping the good fortune would smile down upon him. As he came closer into the center of the town he saw a small diner that looked open. He peeked inside and saw no one. He scratched his head. "Hello" he called out. "Is anybody here?" He felt cold steel pointed at the back of his head.

"Hands where I can see them pal, and don't go tryin' any funny business." It sounded like a male voice. "Who are you, and what do you want?" the man asked. Faux knew it coming, but he was unable to stop himself.

"Is this how you treat all your customers, or are you just happy to see me?" He wished he had kept his mouth shut, and with that he felt a blunt object crash into the back of his skull, and all he saw was black.

When he came to. He didn't know where he was, nor did he know who he was. All he knew was that he was dazed, confused, and had such a terrible headache that his head could have possibly already split open from the pressure. "He's awake." He heard a female voice say. "What should we do Pa?"

"Throw some water on him, see if he snaps out of it." And with that, he got the coldest wake up call he'd ever been given.

"WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON?" He screamed out as loud as his lungs would allow. Only to be rewarded with a nice hard smack across his muzzle.

"We're the only ones allowed to ask questions here buddy, answer ours and maybe we'll be nice enough to answer yours." She was a human girl with a thick hillbilly accent.

"Ok, ask then." Faux replied spitting out some blood. The older gentleman, another human, crouched down in front of him, holding a old looking shotgun, and asked. "Who are you?"

"Faust" he replied quickly "Faust Grey, but my friends call my Faux."

"Why are you here, boy?"

"Something bad happened, and I had to run for my life. I just ended up here, I need to use a phone, Please."

"For what?"

"To order a pizza, I'm starving." This one got answered with another slap. Faux was beginning to wish that he hadn't developed such reflexive sarcasm.

"You'll be showin' ur respect when talking to Pa, animal." The girl was red in the face.

"I have a name you know." Faux said with a snort.

"Don't care." answered Pa, We don't like your kind around here, your kind ain't caused nothin' but trouble for us good folk." Words couldn't express the anger Faux felt at the moment.

"YOU'VE GOT ME TIED PRISONER TO A CHAIR, AND YOU CALL YOURSELVES GOOD FOLK!" He bellowed, which was met with yet another slap in his face.

"See the things your filthy kind makes us do, animal?" Pa asked him. Faux's mouth was starting to sting, he was starting to think being found by the Hellions would be so much better then the Hell he was being put through right now.

"I'll tell you what. I'd be more then happy to leave, just untie me, and I'll be on my merry way." He prayed that these people could be reasoned with.

"Nope, we'll let the rest of the townspeople decide what to do with you, boy." Pa laughed at him "'Course, that never quite ends well for you savages."

"Of course." Faux sighed. What did I do to deserve the waist deep shit I'm in? he thought to himself. Finally after about an hour of back and forth nonsense, and getting the stuffing beat out of him, his captors left. He couldn't remember a time before this when he had hurt so badly. This was insane, blood, and fur were all over, he was terrified by the thought that he might actually die in this hellhole, and no one would ever know. Faux scanned the area, up on the workbench he saw them, His emerald, and his gun. Finally, some good fourtune. The only problem was that he was at least a good seven feet from the bench, tied exceptionally well to a chair, and he was pretty sure his good arm was broken. He could hear there footsteps, they were comming back. He had think of something, and fast.

When his captors returned, Faux was nowhere to be seen, he had disappeared chair and all. "Where did that animal go?" Pa hollered

"I don't know Pa, I know I tied 'im up real good like." Suddenly, not one, but three Fauxs had appeared. "What kind of trickery is this, runt?" Pa yelled

"Chaos Control." All three of the anthropomorphic wolves answered. "And you are about to see just what I can really do." Pa readied his shotgun and took aim at the middle Faux copy.

"Your dead, mongrel, you hear me boy?" He fired. The middle clone dissipated in a wisp of smoke only to form back into two copies. Pa dropped his shotgun, stunned. "How, how did you do that?" Faux smirked "I'm the only one allowed to ask the questions here, answer mine, and perhaps I'll answer yours." His voice echoed all across the room, not coming from one place directly, but from all over.

"O-ok" Pa stuttered.

"Good" the wolf's voice echoed again "Where am I?"

"R-r-r-rustic T-town, b-beneath the d-di-diner." answered the girl, visibly upset.

"Why are you holding me captive, when I've done nothing to threaten you, before now?" Faux flinched at the "before now" part, but wasn't going to back down, until he was free.

"'Cause we don't like your kind around these parts." Pa snorted

"Then why not just let me go?" Faux had to think fast, he was running only on his own power, and he was losing juice, without his emerald he didn't know how much long he could keep up the charade.

"'Cause, your kind is no good for this world, you don't deserve to be free. You all belong in cages at some freakish zoo!" Pa retorted defiantly. Faux had, had enough of what he was hearing, he had never in his life ever been so infuriated. The emerald on the workbench started to glow with an eerie dark navy blue pulse, and without warning, one of the clones picked up Faux's gun off the bench and fired. The bullet tore through Pa's cavity chest, and he landed on the floor, blood pooling beneath him. The girl screamed, and ran out of the basement. Another copy picked up a knife from one the shelves and cut the bindings around the original's hands and feet, before all three dissipated into wisp of dark violet smoke. Faux was confused, his copies had never been able to wield, real objects, let alone use them to cause physical harm. It was all so weird, right down to the purple smoke. He heard more footsteps, coming down the stairs. He hurried and grabbed his emerald and disappeared from sight, just as the first of the townsfolk made his way to the scene. As the last of the villagers made there way to look at tho old man's fresh corpse, courtesy of one Faux the Wolf, he made his way up the stairs using his illusions to silence his steps.

Once outside, he found himself in a position he had become all to familiar with, within the past few hours. He was running, running for dear life, not looking back at the horrors he was leaving behind. He was scared, he needed help, fast.