In a Van, 11 at night…

Marshall POV

I was seated in a seat, in what felt like a van. I had a bag over my face. It also felt like I was handcuffs.

"Where are we going?" I asked.

"You will know soon, just sit back for the ride." I heard a voice say. He seemed to be sitting right next to me, but I couldn't see him.

KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK!

It sounded like someone was knocking on steel, I felt the van stop.

"We're here." I heard the voice say as he picked me up by my arm, hurting me a bit.

"Ow!" I said as I stepped down the van.

"Shut up. Just keep on walking." He said.

We kept on walking for what seemed like hours, but was actually minutes.

"Mr. Mathers, take off your bag."

I felt someone un-cuff me, then I took off the bag. I was in a dark basement with a small light hanging from the ceiling. I saw a man in black army pants, body armor, and a gas mask. The eyes of the gasmask had glowing red eyes.

"Take off your clothes and put these on." He said as he kicked a box to me.

I began to take off my shoes and undo my belt. The man walked around me as if he was checking me out. I felt nervous, but I kept doing what I was doing. I the pants off my jumpsuit, (It was a two-piece, I wonder why they didn't change my clothes after the hospital place), leaving me in the top and a pair of boxers on.

The man stood behind as I stood straight up.

"Boxers too." He said. I felt his hand on my shoulder and the breath from the gasmask on my neck.

My hand started to shake as I slowly dropped my boxers. I felt his hand go down my back.

"The Director allows me to do what ever I want to the new stars…" he said.

My heart started to race and I started to sweat.

He pinned my arm around my back and slammed me into a wall. I tried to break free, but the pain was too sharp for me.

"It will be easier if you let me do what I want to do." His voice was low. I saw him take off his gas mask and he was a human, light skinned, brown eyes, and dark blonde hair.

"I never been with a fox before." He said as he kissed my neck.

His hand then went to my tail, I felt him grab it, and slowly stroke it

In a quick moment of reaction, I got my free hand and elbowed him in the nose. He released me from his grip and he grabbed his nose.

"You fucker!" he said as he took out a baton. He swung it at me, hitting me in my leg.

"Gah!"

The pain made me kneel, I grabbed my leg but I raised my arm up. He began to beat me with his baton.

"Do what I tell you to do!" he screamed as the baton hit my back and arms.

"Ah!" I screamed. The pain was in sufferable.

BASH!

The door to the basement swung open and two men in similar uniform came in.

"Sergeant Vasquez! What in gods name are you doing!" said one of them

"Come on! You guys always let me do this!" he said as he put his baton back on his belt.

"Yeah, but not this time!" said the same person.

I have to thank god that this tail-hole didn't get to do anything to me.

"Get your ass over here Vasquez!" he yelled.

Vasquez then walked over to them, he put his mask back on and left the room.

"Put on your clothes you fuck!" said one of the men as he kicked the box to me. He then left the room and slammed the door.

"Huh? What happened? I was eating."

"One of your men almost raped me." I told the Director as I got up. I looked at my body and I had a lot of bruises on me, he really did a number on me.

"Oh… Vasquez… You see he was a gay porn star before he worked for me…"

Where the hell does this guy hire people?

"He obviously liked to be in control…"

I scoffed then I looked in the box.

"Mr. Mathers, put on these clothes. This will be your uniform from now on."

I proceeded to take off my clothes and went to the box.

"Dat ass…"

"What the hell is wrong with you?" I said as I stood up.

"Just put the clothes on. God, even porn stars didn't complain as much as you do…"

The director is so freakin creepy, but I must do what he says or else I will die.

I put on the pair of boxers that was in the box, they were black with plaid white on it. I proceded to put on the pants. They were black army-cargo pants with a hooked belt on it.

"Standard issue for G.U.N, don't ask how I got it."

I put on the boots, they were black, steel toed shoes with a small heel in the back.

I then put on the white t-shirt then what looked like body armor.

"Dragon skin, cant be penetrated by even the barrette sniper rifle."

It had what looked like scales going down on it. I put it on and it felt like about 20 pounds, give or take. I then put on the black army jacket. It had the shirt pockets, padded inside, and gun clip pockets on it.

"And now for the finishing touch"

I bent down and felt a mask in my hands. I picked it up and it was a yellow mask with a smile on it. It looked creepy as hell.

"This is your identity from now on, 'Smiley'."

I strapped it on and I could see clearly from it. I looked into the mirror that was in the room and saw my self. I looked more menacing, scarier, more fierce, more intimidating, more… angry…

"Wow! You look amazing in that! And I have seen some evil motherfuckers in my day."

I then saw a door opened, no one was there. It must be a remote door.

"Mr. Mathers, the first gang I want you kill are called the 'East'. These are a bunch of robbers, pick pockets, and low life bastards. They have nothing special about them other than the fact they know how to fight and will do anything for money. They are very protective of their turf and will kill anyone they see in it."

"So, just a bunch of thugs?" I asked as I walked to the door.

"Pretty much, yeah. Now, Mr. Mathers, walk until you see another open door."

I walked forward and saw that I was in a hallway with the walls covered in plasterboard, or cardboard. I don't know, it was one of those things that are in the construction sights. I saw red arrows pointing down the hallway. I kept on walking till I reached a doorway.

"Mr. Mathers, pick up the bag on the floor."

I looked down and saw a blue plastic bag. I picked it up and continued walking. I looked around and it looked like I was in a city that was just affected by a riot, burned down cars, buildings with broken windows, trash all over, and graffiti everywhere.

"Keep on walking, you should see a West standing in front of some stairs."

I walked down the streets and heard a voice.

"Where the fuck is everyone at? I told them I want the 'fur' right now." He said. He looked like a street thug with a gray bandana on, he had a grayish baseball cap on and he was faced away from me.

"More gruesome, the better."

I quietly got my bag and walked to him, I stood behind him and raised my bag above his head. I quickly put his head into it and he started to try to wiggle out of it. He grabbed the bag from the bottom end and tried to take it off. I then proceeded to punch him in the face, he groaned as I continued to punch him.

"MMMF!" he said as I grabbed the bag from the bottom. I quickly turned my arms and twisted his head.

SNAP!
His neck snapped as he fell to the floor.

"Good… You are starting to get the hang of this."

I looked down at his dead body at my feet, hit mouth was open when he tried to escape. I stepped over the body and went down the stairs.

"There is a Blackjack in the trashcan near you, I want you to use that."

I looked to my right and saw a silver colored trash can. I opened the lid and took out a small Blackjack, (A Blackjack is a small wooden baseball bat).

"Quickly! Hide into that doorway, someone is coming!"

I looked to my left and saw a doorway to inside a building, I walked into it and clinged to the wall.

"If your in complete darkness, you will be harder to see. Darkness is your greatest ally…"

"ALEX! Damn, where is this nigga at?" I heard a voice say. I peered over the corner and saw another West member coming over here.

"ALEX!" he yelled out. He passed me and walked up the stairs.

"Kill him before he sees the body!"

I quickly went up to him and hit him in the face.

OOF!

He fell down the stairs, hitting the bottom step hard. I quickly ran down and picked him up.

"What the fuck are you?" he said as I held him by his collar.

I spinned him around and held the Blackjack around his neck. His legs began to kick as he struggled to get out. He soon stopped struggling and fell to his knees. He was still breathing, he looked at my as I cocked my arms back to hit him. I swung at his head as his eyes went wide.

SPLAT!

His head exploded into guts as his brain matter stuck to a wall.

"Careful! You almost got the camera messy!" yelled the director…

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