Disclaimer: I do not own Sly Cooper.
"I…"—thought
"I…"—speaking
"Damn, what a long day. I didn't think I would make it" the vixen said to herself.
Carmelita came home from work. Another stressful and tiring day. Guys won't stop harassing her, women won't stop gossiping. She was glad it was all over. She went into the kitchen and grabbed herself some left over Spanish food and warmed it up in the microwave. She ate, then went take a soothing, warm shower. She felt the warm water and soap relax her tense muscles and calm her. The stress, the anxiety, anger released from her being.
After getting out, she feels a cool gust of air come at her. She looks around. Her bathroom window is closed so is the door. She looks and looks and finds no signs of an opening. She shrugs and heads out into her room to dress in her nightwear, a light blue night gown with lavender trims.
The vixen, lays in bed thinking about her job again, but mainly the Cooper case. After twenty long minutes of thinking, she starts having a headache and drifts off into a light slumber.
3:45 am
Crash!
Lightning and thunder woke Carmelita from her slumber. And she can here the storm's harsh blowing winds. Was she frightened, no. Nervous, un poco.
She always became a little nervous when it came to big storms. As a cub, she would whine and yip for her mother.
Flashback
In Madrid, Spain, a storm raged over the city. Nature striking fear into its citizens.
In a room, a 3-yr-old, bluish-gray haired, light-orange and tan fox cub was sleeping when all of a sound, a flash of lightning and a crash of thunder invaded her room.
The vixen cub woke wide awake and alert, she became scared. She looked around the room to seen it anyone else was in her room. The air went cold as a cool gust of air entered the room, but nothing was open, door nor window. Another flash of lightning lightened the room to reveal a figure. It was another fox. A silver fox.
She had shackles with broken chains on all her limbs. Her fur black as the night with red splotches all over her. Her body somewhat malnourished. Menacing tipped tail with a single row of spines and white paws with red claws. Long black curly hair like Carmelita's, more wild looking. She had four on her head horns: 2 like a ram, 2 like an Asian dragon. Croc-like spines on her back. Her eyes were a blood red. The vixen had an over bite revealing her extra sharp crocodile-like teeth. Tuff of fur on the chest. On her body were bleeding slash marks as if she had been struck by a sword multiple times. The most peculiar thing was a symbol on her chase which resembled a blue raccoon.
The demon started to walk to her with one clawed hand stretched out ready to strike the cub. She laughed sinisterly, then in a soft demonic growl, "We…shall…be…ONE!"
The demon was in front of her, her hand in the air and… CRRRAASSSHHHH!
Another quick flash and an even greater crash of thunder invaded her room the poor thing whined and yipped. Ears flat against her locks of blue hair, and tail between her legs.
A dark looking, 24-yr-old vixen with black hair, fur like her daughter,but a darker shade. She had a somewhat prominent claws on her hands and feet, a cat's claw scar running from eyelid to cheek her right eye, had round notches on her ears. The only thing that didn't look scary was her beautiful, brown eyes like here daughter. She looked even scarier than her husband.
The vixen touched her daughter. When the cub looked back, she screamed. Frightened by her own mother. Despite her looks, she was kind, gentle, but firm.
"Don't worry hija, what's the matter?", asked Zorra Fox, the mother vixen.
"Oh, mama, la tormenta, la tormenta, it's scaring me,", Carmelita cried. "Then, then, I saw a monster, mamá."
Little Carmelita gave a detailed described of the very demon that tried to kill her. Her mother confused, angered, but yet not surprised. Strange.
She ran over to her daughter quickly.
"There, there, there, I'm here. Do you want me to stay with you tonight?"
The cub nodded.
The vixen climbed into Carmelita's bed and curls into a ball with her tail wrapped protectively around her cub. Zorra sung a soothing lullaby to Carmelita. As she sung, the cub yawned and curled into a ball and quickly fell fast a sleep. The vixen smiled.
Zorra looked at her room angrily. A flash of lightning, once again lightened Carmelita's room. The demon reappear with a deranged grin on the face, laughing softly, evilly. Zorra, careful not to wake Carmelita,made a soft, but menacing growl , curl her lip bearing own teeth at it.
There was something that she knew and never wanted her child to deal with, much least know.
End of flashback
Carmelita then remember the very demon she saw. It looked real. And Zorra, what really made her suspicious that night was her reaction. She believed her. Most parents tells their young children that it was just a bad dream, maybe they were seeing things, check their closet and under the bed and say they didn't see anything. But, her mother, she knew something was up.
4:00 am
Carmelita went back to sleep 10 minutes ago only to have the storm wake her again. As she woke up, another cold gust of air entered the room. Lightning lit up the room. On the second lightning strike, there, the demon reappeared. The vixen looked in the direction and saw… her.
She did the same thing she did last time: walking toard her with on claw out, grinning laughing, quoting the same phrase, "We…shall…be…ONE!"
Carmelita closed her eyes as she was about to strike. Before the demon could, another flash of lightning lit her room and disappeared.
Carmelita still struck with terror, not noticing that she had wet her bed in the process. The layer back down onto her urine soaked bed, not caring.
"Who was that? What is it? Why is it back? Why me of all people? What did it mean by "We…shall…be…one.", questions in Carmelita's mind went unanswered.
For the rest of the night she had no sleep.
Definition
Un poco - a little
Hija - daughter
La tormenta - storm
Sliver fox - red fox with black fur, not another species of fox
