Roxanne
I gave them a week to relax. While they did their relaxing I went about procuring some fireworks. Boy, were those expensive.
It wasn't too difficult, finding their hideout. I would've set that mansion on fire if it wasn't for Roxanne being in there. The so called pimp lived in that nicely furnished mansion up on the hill that overlooked the sea. Him and his goons . . . and Roxanne.
I can understand why he wanted to keep her for himself. She was his cash-crop; the finest damn vixen around the block. Both of us wanted to keep her. But unlike him I had superior intentions for her.
I crept up to the fenced wall and climbed the stone post. Pretty dumb to use stone-based poles—those were easier to grip and climb. I screwed on the silencer to my pistol and checked my cache. Four clips.
It was easy after I got over the wall. Making my way to their front door was the least of my worries, it was when I got inside that the action would get hot. I heard the crunch of gravel and immediately ducked into a large, trimmed bush. As the guard made his way around the corner he yawned. I stepped out and put a bullet into the guard's head, catching his body before it hit the ground.
I stripped his body of all lethal appliances and peered around the corner. A single guard stood at the door, his eyes drooping and drool dripping from his muzzle. I made short work of him.
I eased the front door open and slid in through the crack, taking care when I shut it.
I was standing in what seemed like a miniature stadium. A giant staircase lay at my feet leading to the second floor, carpeted and all. Above my head there hung a bright chandelier, it's glass, or crystal, ornaments glinting. To either side of me there led hallways to someplace within the mansion. Nothing but instinct guided me up those stairs. I knew that Roxanne was on the second floor. I could smell her scent wafting through the air - coffee mingled with juniper.
I crouched and took a right at the top, leading myself down a hallway with several doors on either side of me. I pressed myself against each and every door, listening for her. Trying to smell her out.
It was beginning to look hopeless as I exited the hall and found myself on a patio. I was prepared to go downstairs instead. But . . .
That's when I heard her.
I heard her so clearly. Screaming for help. Her cries cut straight to my heart.
In a heartbeat I was standing next to the door that smelled so strongly of her. It gave off her scent . . . as well as drugs.
I was infuriated. How dare they drug my Roxanne?
I kicked the door open and saw Roxanne's body violated. Her wrists and ankles were tied to the bedposts, a gray pelted wolf throttling her neck while fucking her.
He immediately turned around and eyed me with his single organic eye. I sneered and screamed, firing my pistol. It went straight and true, leaving a beautiful smoking hole where his eye used to be. But I couldn't stop myself, wouldn't stop myself. I unloaded the entire damn clip into his body. Now the air smelled of Roxy, drugs . . .
And the crisp waft of burnt fur.
I cut her loose from the bed and she sprung into action, knocking me to the side and scrambling for the door. I managed to grab a hold of her left ankle and she slammed into the ground.
"What's wrong?" I asked her.
She didn't say anything but kept trying to kick me away from her. Frantically struggling to escape her fate.
It must be the drugs. She's hallucinating.
So, in order to protect both myself, and her, I tied her up again . . . but this time it was wrist to wrist and ankle to ankle. I left her on the bed to recuperate.
"Why are you doing this to me?" she cried out to me.
"Roxanne, it's okay. You're safe now. Just let the drugs wear off."
"I'm not drugged! That . . . that, bastard was drugged. Tried to fucking kill me."
I nodded. "I know, I know. That's why I killed him. Because no one hurts my Roxanne and gets away with it."
"Listen here. Just let me go! Let me go!"
I was appalled at her behavior. "Roxanne. Listen to yourself talk. I rescued you and this is how you repay me? You must really be drugged -
"You're crazy. I never liked you! I never wanted you near me!"
I was taken aback. I felt . . .
Energized. Angry, even.
Angry at her for fooling me. I mean . . . How could she do this to me? I did everything for her. Everything in her name. Everything . . .
And yet I was still nothing to her? Nothing at all?
What a sad world.
"I did everything for you Roxanne. And . . . you dare say that to me?" I jumped on her and grabbed her face, pulling it in close to mine. "Listen here. I did everything to get to know you. I tried everything to win your heart over and this is how you repay me!"
She tried to back up but I held her face there, sinking my claws deeper and deeper into her soft fur.
It's when she cried that I realized I was hurting her.
I stepped back and shook my head. "I'm . . . I'm sorry Roxanne. Is there anything that I can do to make it up to you?"
She sat there trembling, her fur matted in several places, her hair a mess, and yet, she was still as gorgeous as the first time I laid my eyes on her.
"Will you let me go? Please?"
My mood instantly went sour. So I can't have you? Is that it? I can't live with that. Can't possibly imagine living with that fact. It's unbearable.
I cracked my neck. "So you want to be set free, eh? You want to be let go? Is that it?"
I pulled my knife from my sheath and walked towards her, taking small calculated steps. "Is that it, eh? You want to be free so badly? Free from me, is it? Oh, I'll set you free. I'll set you free for good." I licked my muzzle and knelt down next to her, slowly twirling my knife in my fingers, the moonlight from the opened balcony glinted off of its blade. "Alright Roxanne, if that's what you want. I'll set you free."
I'm not sure why I did it. Maybe I wasn't thinking clearly at the time? Why did I do it? Now that I think about it, it was partially worth it. But that's the last that I'll ever see her.
Why did I let her go?
I twirled the knife around. I sat up from the chair and stood over the balcony, the night wind breezing through my hair.
Well, at least I had a hell of a time with her. She took the cash that was stashed in the floor safe and fucked me before she left. A way of saying thanks for helping her.
What a fucking crazy night.
On the floor of the bedroom there lay several dead bodies. All guards that had rushed into the room like the idiots they were. I wasn't sure how many more guards there were but I didn't have enough ammo to last through them all.
How many shots do I have left?
I looked to my silenced pistol on its side on the balcony's railing. I primed it and planted it against my right temple.
There's no point in living now. Roxanne is gone.
I pulled the trigger.
Pzzzzt.
It was out of juice.
Oh well. At least I'll get to see the fireworks then.
The shuffle of footsteps behind me took me by surprise. I spun around and felt searing pain all over my body.
I laughed and coughed up blood, smoke rising from where my fur was burnt. "So . . . you came to see the fireworks . . . eh?" I rose a shaky hand and pointed to the floor.
The chameleon and panther both looked at the ground where two packaged boxes lay. I brought up my right hand and showed them the detonator.
Smiling as I accepted my sad fate, I pushed it.
"Roxa -
