Author's Note;
Fro Ninja-Oh...oh man. 4 years. 4 years with nothing to...oh wait, we're back. So that's something!
Jester- Yup. The one document that I gave to you 4 years ago. Bout time you got off your ass and finished it.
Fro Ninja- What can I say, man, can't rush greatness.
Jester-That, or you just got bored...
Fro Ninja-Dude...claws out today, huh?
Jester-Just being real. Now hurry up wrap this shit up, we got places to be and more chapters to write.
Fro Ninja- True true. Sorry to keep you waiting folks. Here is the latest chapter from TAP, finally after all these years. For you guys and us, let's hope not only was this worth the wait, but it spells a great future for the series in general. Yeah, we're back. And without further ado, enjoy. And stay tuned for a closing message about the future of the series!
Third person's View
Uncertainty filled the air on all sides of the board. From afar, all the police can do was wait for orders or for the next SWAT team to arrive at the scene of the riots. Cutting off the district of the city wasn't hard, however, they didn't need to convince the people of the area to move back five blocks to avoid further harm from the violence. People were so afraid of what happened to Happy Garland, fear was the driving force behind their impulsive anger. There had been rumors of what the corpses looked like to even those not involved in law enforcement. The scores of destruction and mayhem that filled its once crowded and lively streets with the look of a wartorn wasteland.
"So what are we even waiting for out here?!" One of the bystanders, a well-dressed dog shouted out loud. To separate the riot goers from the people just trying to either get home or through the chaos were placed on the other side of the police line located in on strip with various stores lined up with grey uniformed gates to avoid being swept in it further. Even some of the store owners, who in their right should have stayed in the right to stay in their own stores and offer shelter, were stationed the section outfitted by the police. Men, women, and children found themselves huddled against windows and sitting on street curbs, infected with that same uncertainty that tainted the night.
"Hell if I know. Apparently, the cops are still checking for any remaining rioters. There's some injured, plus a few stores had even gotten looted in all of it." A mild-mannered mouse that was sitting down by the curb replied to him. Although it wasn't exactly unexpected given the events of Happy Garland were still rather recent, for a massive riot to break out so soon has many people scared, along with the battle still raging a few blocks down with the rioters fighting against whatever remaining officers were still defending the checkpoint after the mysterious car rammed past it previously.
"Damn!" The dog kicked a wall nearby in frustration."First I had to hear about my flight getting delayed, and now an explosion in the area?! What the hell is next?!"
"Getting upset isn't really helping the situation go by any faster you know."
He glared back at him as he said that. The mouse flinched slightly, regretting his words.
"Oh trust me, I'm beyond fucking upset! Buddy, trust me, you don't want to see me at any point beyond fucking upset! Don't try to start shit!" He said in an irritated tone.
"I-I'm not trying to start anything! All I'm just trying to do is get you to calm down..." He said, stumbling on his words. "We're all stressed out here, but you don't have to take it out on other people."
"What the fuck did you...SAY TO ME?!" The dog charged forward with a balled-up fist, pulling it back to strike against the mouse. His eyes quickly shut as the others gasped in shock at the violence manifesting even in a safe zone. Though he expected it, the hit never came and he slowly began to open his eyes, and he saw the dog's fist floating in mid-air. His breath stilled and eyes widened in disbelief at the sight.
"There are other ways of venting frustration besides bullying the weak you know." A sultry sounding voice spoke as the dog saw his fist being stopped by a rather delicate hand with a grip that felt like it's seen a thousand battles. The would-be perpetrator snapped his head around, finding a shapely wolf female impeding his own attack. His scowl spread to each part of his face.
"G-get your damn hands off me you bitch!" He screamed in her face.
Unflinching, Lisa giggled at the attempt of intimidation she just received. Her arm twisted toward her shoulder as the wild dog went flying over her own body, crashing to the floor. Her foot laced with high heels found its spot between the shoulder and arm of the groggy guy holding his back together.
"Now who taught you such sullied words, young man?" She said as she dug her heels into his muscle, hearing his screaming getting louder by the second, soon drawing the attention of all the bystanders. Some clapped, and even some sighed a breath of relief that it didn't go any further than that.
"I think he's had enough mom," Carly said as she pushed through several bystanders to get to the spot of the action. Lisa looked at her shrugging her shoulders as if she were saying I didn't even DO anything yet."Besides...people are watching." Not that she necessarily had an issue with wandering eyes during her business, but Lisa complied on her daughter's request and took her foot off of his body."
"Fine fine. Then let's go on then. I guess I'll find another stress reliever elsewhere." She fixed herself, dusting off the triviality off her shoulders. Carly walked up, inspecting her mother's handiwork, appearing relieved that there weren't any obvious points of injuries. Avoiding a lawsuit in a situation like this would definitely be ideal.
"Never thought you would be into street fights. Especially ones where you can't even lose." Carly said, rolling her eyes.
"Neither was I, isn't that surprising?" She fluttered her hair as she and her daughter made their way past the crowd."I simply thought I could stop a riot by nipping the problem in the bud!"
"That actually would cause more problems!"
"Awww, sweetie, you're no fun!" She said puffing her cheeks."I always thought you were the wild one."
"What kind of parent looks for that in their own child?"
"Ummm, excuse me!" They both stopped in their tracks as they heard a voice behind them. Turning around slowly, they saw the mouse that would have gotten a black eye."I...uh...just wanted to say thank you, ma'am!" He bowed in gratitude.
Lisa gasped in excitement."Well, aren't you just adorable thanking me like that! You don't have to do no such thing. It just would be a shame to for such a brute ruin such a cute looking face like yours!" Her hand rubbed gently across the mouses face as hers drew closer to his. Something of which made Carly groan loudly."Unfortunately, I have an extreme dislike for weak men." Her hand quickly parted with his and her smile quickly faded."I stopped a man adding to civil unrest. You were just part of it. If you hadn't goaded him, none of this would have happened. All of these people here have loved ones that they are all trying to protect, or see safely through all of this chaos. There is nary a need for people who are insensitive to the understanding behavior of others during a crisis, especially when they need to grieve."
She coldly turned her back on him."Word of advice, there's no need to add to a blaze that is about to become an inferno, young man. Especially if you cannot even take a light singe." She began to then walk away, not even staying for his response. Carly caught up to Lisa, reaching to place her hand on her shoulder. Lisa smiled as she took her hand, grasping it gently. Although Carly had known her mother long enough to see through her facades.
"Mom...I'm sure she's fine."
"I know sweetie. She's my child after all. There's nothing that she can't handle.
"Yeah, she's good in a fight, plus Huey's with her."
"Huey..." She paused for a second."Yes, I guess so." A glint shined in her eye, a feeling came that she couldn't shake.
"Don't tell me you don't think he can't protect her? He beat big bro when he went all bonkers, I think he's got a shot."
Lisa felt the faith Carly had for Huey just from the gesture alone. To have some kind of dependence on anyone for the safety of one of her children was probably the furthest thing in her mind. After all, she would break through a battalion if any would lay but a finger on one of them. A fact of which many that know her can attest to its truth.
"I have a shadow of a doubt that he could protect my baby. It's just, something feels, different about him from when I first met him." She said with a stroke of her hair.
"Different? What do you mean?"
"It's not important." She quickly discarded the topic."The important thing is to find your sister." Carly nodded as they kept moving through the dense sets of crowds along their way. The assuredness in the faith that Zeo would be alright was all that was keeping them going. And the consequence of starting an even bigger riot gave them motivation not to plow through everything that moved.
They both came up to the front of the roadblock where several officers had been stationed with riot shields and stun batons to keep the rowdy crowd back in their zone. Lisa and Carly both held their hands up high approaching the tape that stuck all over from lampost to lampost.
"No civilians past this point." One officer said.
"I need to get through. I have to get to the hospital." Lisa said, pointing out beyond the various cars parked up the street.
"Didn't you hear me, lady? I'm under orders to not let anyone through, no matter what they claim. I'm sorry, I'm just doing my job."
"Listen to me." Her voice shifted from her usual bubbly sounding voice to a more direct and serious tone. The officer straightened up out of pure reflex."My son is patient in that hospital, and all of what's going on most likely has to do with him. And my daughter is caught up in the middle of it all, and she has nothing to do with any of it. I have to get to both of them. So now, two things are going to happen." She extended her index finger on her right hand, waving it in the officer's face."One, you're going to explain to your superiors that this is an emergency, and you'll grant me passage through with no further questions asked."She then brought another finger."Or two, you deny me a passage. And I unleash hell upon each and every one of you and blow a hole in this pathetic little attempt at maintaining a peaceful solution until I get to that hospital myself." Her eyes stared vehemently down to the very core of the officer's soul. Unintentionally, her aura began to spark, setting off nearly every one of the other officers.
"Oh, and...she'll do it too." Carly chimed in.
"So what'll it be?" Lisa rhetorically asked.
The officer twitched uncontrollably with fear as her gaze tore through his very fiber until she felt stripped down of my defense. Lisa felt amused and insulted. She was nowhere near being as intimidating as she is capable of being, although the officer had no way of knowing that.
"Stop right there!" Another officer came rushing towards them. He was dressed in a kevlar vest along with a nicer looking appearance than the usual uniform, most likely making him a supervisor. "That's enough. Stand down private, these two are permitted to go through."
Carly's eyes grew wide in surprise at the sudden news, though Lisa herself stood stoic. It didn't take long for her to arrive at the thought of Ellen having something to do with such a statement. Searching her memory, she remembered The Blades not only had government authority to act freely under their own judgment, but they also had the rightful jurisdiction over law enforcement in the face of an emergency.
"But sir, they're civilians..."
"Do you have a problem with my orders son?" He stood in his face, chest out with supreme authority. The younger officer winced as if he were in pain and quietly stepped to the side.
The supervisor turned over to Lisa. With a quick glance, he sized her up, nodding as if recognizing key details of her appearance. She smiled playfully, which snapped him out of the trance.
"There's no need to study me, officer. Whatever you were told, trust me, I'm the full package." She said softly while Carly rolled her eyes at the cliche line. The supervisor relaxed a little, realizing that it was a joke.
"Apologies madam. I was simply told to look for someone with your appearance."
"Told, were you? It wouldn't happen to be by the First Blade herself would it?"
He nodded.
"I was told you had some sort of close relationship with one another." Lisa sighed at such an assumption.
"I wouldn't call us close, but I have known her for some time. Did she call ahead to spy on me?"
"Hardly. She only mentioned that she would be arriving shortly and that you would most likely make it to the scene ahead of her." She nodded for him to continue."And that if someone stopped you, I would probably end up having to retire at least half of my men on the same night."
Lisa smirked while shrugging her shoulders.
"Okay, maybe we are a little than others." She said while waving through her hair, and occasionally trading looks with the officer." That being said, you wouldn't try to impede me in any way knowing this information, would you?"
The officer simply smiled, almost holding himself back, laughing at the rhetorical question. Lisa took the smile as good graces and proceeded onward with Carly who trailed just a few steps behind her. The supervisor gave out a hand signal to all the other riot stoppers to clear a path for them to walk to the hospital. Halfway done the street, the supervisor cupped his hands over his mouth.
"Be careful up there miss!" He yelled out.
Hearing the message, they continued toward the hospital, eventually dashing forward quickly picking up speed.
"Hey, mom. He told us to be careful!"
"Indeed he did darling. An absolutely adorable thing to say."
"Continue the pressure men!" The commander blasted instructions over the radio link in the ears of the squad's soldiers. Round after round pumped from their guns with the casings falling sporadically on the marble hospital floor. The flames provided most of the light, covering everything with an orange hue.
Huey stood behind the cover of the reception desk with the 129 lb Kote lumped over his shoulder, a feat that surprised himself given the amount of time that passed. He felt his hip jerk from not only the weight but from the injuries sustained from his fight. A fight that was put on pause by the sudden intruders, with Huey quickly grabbing Kote to proceed to the lobby. Though the orders were clear as to simply watch him, Nicosia felt a vexing feeling in the back of his head as he let Huey run off with him, and as he charged ahead into the squad with his weapon built body.
The continuing hail of bullets rocked his eardrums with sound quality that was teeth grinding. He wasn't used to the sound of bullets even after spending so many days around it during his training days with Anthony, who would often use guns in their sessions to practice closing in on long-range enemies. It was a skill that was said by him that Huey could improve in after going through dozens of bulletproof vests. But this wasn't training against a single armed enemy, however.
A single bullet ricocheted off the wall into the lights above Huey's head, with dozens of glass shards falling around him. He grabbed the largest shard he could find, holding just a few feet above him, noticing a four-man squad, with probably more on the way, possibly coming through the other entrances and emergency exits.
"They're packing heat alright," Huey said. Though he wasn't an expert when it came to firearms, he trusted his sense of timing to know when to make a move, and more importantly, he trusted his "abilities". Taking a second to focus his mind, he stripped apart the cognitive thoughts of the soldiers, learning everything from their identities, nationalities, and their magazine count.
Suddenly, there was a pause as they all took moved to reload. Huey's body moved like lightning, moving out of the cover and into his enemies' line of sight.
"Sorry about this buddy." He whispered to the comatose Kote as he threw his body at one of the soldiers, knocking him out of his trance. Without a single second wasted, Huey used the momentum to tackle his foe in his lower body, deftly grabbing his sidearm hanging from his hip, and let off two in his side, and another in his head. He took a breath to steady his aim on the other three who had already finished reloading and took aim at the young boy. They were fast, though Huey had already lined them all up before their fingers touched the triggers with a surprise. Feeling the world around him shift, his finger jerked back. One. Two. Three. His hand flew back from the force of the clip as gun's bullets found marks in each of the soldier's heads.
Letting his aim down, the shift that he felt had dissipated. Huey didn't recognize the sensation though it felt natural to him somehow. Everything and everyone felt slower compared to him. He didn't feel like he went physically faster than the soldiers, they in fact had the upper hand in that department. So what was it? He shook his head, waving away the speculation. Unanswered questions are something he has been growing accustomed to as of late.
His sense was suddenly regained as he heard muffled sounds of gunfire from outside. He assumed Nicosia had no trouble taking care of the soldiers himself, in fact killing them seemed to be a given among members of the Forsaken. He looked out at the blown entrance. Now that their assault of the front went to shambles, they were bound to try something else. Now would definitely be the best time for a quick escape, though he would still have to worry about finding Zeo. The state of the hospital most likely meant the other patients were either dead or probably evacuated, meaning she would be walking into a trap with these soldiers surrounding the building.
"Unit 6! What is your status!?" Huey heard the light sound of someone's voice coming from one of the dead soldier's ears. He picked up the earpiece, placing it to his own."Unit 6?! Respond?! Has the target been found?! Is he dead?!" A gruff voice spoke on the other line, which Huey assumed was the commander of the operation.
"Nope, he's very much alive and kicking asshole."
"What!? Who is-" Huey then tossed away the earpiece cutting the commander off, feeling the fury well up inside him at whoever it was that was trying to kill him and his friend. One organization of psycho's was bad enough, but now a military organization? His hand balled into a fist with his teeth clenched in anger. He walked over to Kote, picking him up, and rushed down the hall to the parking lot where Nicosia was entertaining the other soldiers.
"Hope he's having a good time as I am." He said under his breath, with a face of determination forming. As much as he would love to, defeating this enemy alone wasn't an option. Knowing what was at stake with his friend and his little sister, he couldn't afford to waste more time.
As the two Landsmen closed in on Nicosia, the flesh of his hands morphed into two spiked mouth appendages. Both mouths lashed out towards the soldiers, sinking their sharp teeth into their necks tugging away at their jugulars, producing a spurt of blood with each bite.
Suddenly another squad appeared on the scene and opened fire without a single utterance of their fury. In the hail of bullets, Nicosia retreated, continuing to gracefully flip and jump from harm's way until he landed on the roof of a car on the far side of the lot. Although late to the event, The Landsmen found Huey instantly in their sights. Seeing the sight of the gun barrels pointed at him, Huey scrambled towards Nicosia, dropping the handgun on the ground to follow him across the rooftop of the hospital. Despite his inexperience with vaulting at such a frantic rate, Huey found himself at ease with his lack of falling off after every third step before coming to another wing. His eyes grew big, being drawn to the shiny handle of a semi-automatic rifle held tightly to a lone solider, yelling on her radio for more backup, most likely directed towards Nicosia rather than himself. After seeing no sight of his "former" enemy even after following suit on the roof, Huey most likely would have to fight through a slew of soldiers once more without distractions. He gave a hollow frown to his sleeping friend slung over his shoulder
"Sorry again buddy. If we're gonna make it out of this, I really need a new gun." He then hopped off the roof, letting out a whistle, alerting the Landsmen of his presence."Yo jackass! Suck on this!" Huey once more threw his heavy friend on top of his unsuspecting enemy causing her to stumble. He quickly planted off the side of the building into a dropkick into the side of her head, following up with a punch to her jaw that brought her to sleep in the dirt for a while. Huey helped himself to her rifle, plus an additional sidearm and two clips of handgun ammo before retreating, coming into more fire by two approaching Landsmen. He spotted Nicosia placing himself into action once again and quickly put three rounds into the back of an attacking Landsmen. His partner doubles down on his bullet fire, causing the two to take place behind a nearby car.
Huey clicked his tongue in frustration. This game of hide and go seek with the big scary military joes was running its course for too long, not to mention it was only a matter of time before those weird bullets end up doing more damage that can be fixed. He knew he could accomplish more on his own...but no, that wasn't an option at this point. Or was it?
"Hold him for a second." Huey offers Kote's body over to a confused Nicosia, who slowly opened his arms out to accept his offer. He then begins to reload the snatched rifle Huey. Feeling the whizzing of bullets fly just over his head, he opens fire, screaming bloody murder to the Landsmen as they dove for cover.
Holding his target his hands, feeling the warmth of his body close to his own, Nicosia couldn't help but laugh at the situation.
"You are an absolute fool of a cat. You've just handed me my target!" Nicosia yelled at the occupied Huey. "What's to stop me from leaving these irritating scum to you?"
Huey's bullet found its mark directly in the shoulder of the solider, forcing him to fall back to the lot. Taking it as a cue, Nicosia turned on his toes, about to take off when he felt his body halt in place. He grunted and growled as he commanded his feet to carry him, realizing the grip that Huey had on his mental ability to so. He then morphed his once gentle maw into one that looked like a Rancor as Huey stood face to face with him.
"I'm what's to stop from leaving Flicka!" Huey's voice ripped through Nicosia's mind. "I'm not giving you to him. I'm making a deal."
"A deal?" Nicosia growled. "Do you see this as a time to bargain?"
"This is exactly the time. You're able to dance around their bullets like a marionette, even though you don't have to. I've seen you people shrug off all kinds of attacks, and a little bullet fire should be nothing to you. But you know, don't you?" Huey nodded towards the solider's direction."Something's off about their bullets. Something about its property affects you."
"Amazing you're able to have an observation while being rained on by a hail of bullets," Nicosia stated.
"What? You thought I just spent all of this time being shot at and didn't pay attention? Look, I'll give you credit, you gave me and them a workout, but you can't keep it up. We're outgunned with more guys on the way. Hell, even if you were take off with Kote, you won't get far now that you've been in the crossfire."
"You assume that I cannot handle myself with these whelps, do you? I could've been holding back for all you know," said Nicosia.
"That's exactly what I'm hoping for in fact," Huey said, drawing a confused expression from the assassin. "So here's the deal. We put Kote in a shady spot then we kill these jackasses as fast as we can. After that, we can kill each other over him as much as you like. Sound like a plan to you?" Huey said, receiving a stern glare from Nicosia.
"A plan? More like a suicide attempt." Nicosia chided. "You've deduced the effects their bullets cause and that their numbers will soon increase, yet your plan is a desperate assault. With ONLY the two of us, I might add. Your allies aren't close by to offer you a miraculous hand. " Nicosia wagged his finger.
"I know that." Huey admitted with a sigh."But we're not solving anyone's problems by just running all over the hospital like we're running from a flu shot. We need to turn the tables on these assholes. It isn't tactics, not by a long shot. But sometimes you have to go deep and take a charge when you see no other way out. Besides." Huey returned Nicosia's glare."The two of us teaming up is something I doubt they'll expect."
Nicosia pondered the young cat's words, as reckless and foolhardy as he labeled them. He seemed surprised by the switch Huey's hot-blooded from his declaration, given previous impressions. He acknowledged the plan would more than likely end with the two of them facing each other for who Kote belongs to. With he as the victor and Huey in a pool of his own blood. He had no reason to have faith in the success of the plan's outcome, but its effort would be something open to negotiation.
"Very well." Nicosia nodded." I will agree with your plan for the time being given the current circumstances."
"Glad we could come to an agreement," Huey said.
"So what is your method to routing them?" Nicosia said.
Huey peeked his head above the cover of the car to spot for any movement from the remaining soldiers, only to find not a feet out of place.
"I'm thinking we take their guns to give us a competitive edge for when their buddies arrive. I already snatched this rifle from one of them, but they're still armed to teeth."
Nicosia pondered, thinking back to the previous chase across the stretch of the hospital, detailing the arsenal of the men.
"One of the men was carrying what looked like a gun with a barreled chamber. Silver and sleek an design."Nicosia said.
"A .50 caliber magnum. Perfect for putting a giant to sleep." Huey said."First things first. We that big fucking gun and turn this fight to our favor."
Nicosia growled under his breath at the rashness that Huey exhibited. "You truly are a foolish cat."
Huey chuckles "Dude haven't you read a history book? The fools always win some battle be it by luck or good timing. I happen to have both."
A few seconds pass, soon the two soldiers take the silence as a cue to advance on the two Types. Counting the footsteps drawing near, Huey popped out of cover taking burst shots as he sees the Commanding Landsmen try and push his soldiers forward. Nicosia took the fire as a sign to take Kote away from the main fight, placing him into the back of a truck close to the hospital side entrance. Closing the truck beds covering, Nicosia rushes back to the deadlock, noticing two additional soldiers attempting to flank Huey, quickly dispatching them with a back to back laceration.
Nicosia, freshly sanguine, slinks back to Huey, confirming his part of the plan was finished.
"Now what?"Nicosia said.
"Now? Now we push back and run as fast as we can!" Huey charged forward his assault rifle with Nicosia following suit, bringing down scores of the Landsmen as the retaliated. Suddenly a whistling sound struck in both of their ears, causing them to look to the rear. Huey's eyes flashed with shock.
"GRENADE!" Both of them vaulted out of the trajectory of the ballistic, with it landing straight into the car just a few feet from them. The car exploded into a fireball of twisting metal and burning fuels. As they recovered, they spotted a new squadron mobilizing, with one of their gunners is holding the grenade launcher in question.
"A fucking noob launcher?! Really? Just how many tools do these assholes have? And why don't I get one!?" Huey yelled in jealousy.
Nicosia grabs Huey by the collar. "Stop your wisecracking, and shoot them you fool!"
The squadron then opened fire, with Huey giving returning fire while advancing to cover behind a nearby EMT truck with him gesturing Nicosia to come over. Nicosia growled at the thought of cowardly taking cover again.
"Damn these Landsmen!" He gritted his teeth together, slightly drawing saliva. I'll bath in their blood, and share it with their families."
Huey takes notice after they stop behind another car as Nicosia claws a bullet from his bare thigh. 'Damn why do all shapeshifters always have to look sexy even when they're killing shit?' He then shakes his head. Priorities Huey! Priorities!
"You alright?" Huey said. Nicosia scoffed at the sudden concern, although Huey took it as a yes. "Okay, so the reinforcements are here. We gotta try and divert their attention." Huey said while managing to catch a glimpse of one of the Landsmen hollering orders to his men, as they scattered about. A Burly, stout Hyena with a maroon-colored kevlar vest. "I'm guessing the one in the shit colored vest is the commanding officer," Huey said.
"Another assumption of yours?" Nicosia said.
"I'll let you know when I find out, how about that? I'll get up close and personal with Commander Dookie and his goon squad. I can take control of his head and get him to call off the attack to confuse the chain of command. While you flank them from the side. Shapeshift into something to distract them. Take your pick at it, and no I won't judge." Huey teased. Nicosia bared his morphed teeth growling at Huey's untimely snide remarks. Even more so, of making light of his ability.
"Fine but make it quick you fool. The sooner this is over the sooner my ears will be free of the idiotic words that leave your drooling mouth as it parts from your head" Nicosia threatened.
"Glad to see you're excited as I am. Let's do this!" Huey sprung into action opening sporadic fire, with the Commander lining him into his sights as he charged forward.
"Filthy type." The Commander said under his breath. "He's making this too easy." He then held his hand up with the soldiers readying their shots. "Get ready! Aim!"
As he increased the pace of his running, Huey's eye flashed to a nearby car door and raced to pick it up.
"Fire!" The Commander let his hand down, aiming a hail of bullets towards the young cat.
Struggling against the weight, Huey held the door against the ground pushing it against the bullet fire as sparks of friction flew off of it. A few seconds into the hail, Huey summoned strength in his legs and leaped several feet into the air. Letting out a bloodthirsty howl, Huey flipped into the air over the round from the Commander's firing squad. He came down like meteor on the Commander, kicking his shoulder hard, knocking him off his feet from the impact. Although he was quick enough to whizz past the haze of bullets, one of the bullets found its mark in Huey's right as hit the ground.
He immediately felt his stomach drop as his skin began to lose its color, with the bullet penetrating the inside of the bone of his ribs. It took nearly all of his grit not to cry out in pain, even putting it over the elbow strike he got Kote in sparring some time ago. Swallowing the torture, he came to attention soldiers snapped back around to let off the fire once again. Huey placed his right hand over the Commanders with the other placed on his own, ready to channel into his mind.
"Don't you fuckers dare!" Huey barked at them causing them to halt their actions. "Unless you want me to make your Commander blow his brains out with just a single thought, you'll chill the hell out, you bastards!"
The soldiers appeared complacent to the young cat's demands, with them taking some steps back. "That's a lot better. Now, you fuckers, are gonna call off the assault on the hospital, and let us go free. Unless someone feels like becoming a vegetable, you won't make a single step towards me." After a few seconds, the soldiers raised up their guns once more. "You idiots hard of hearing as well as stubborn?! I said-"
"They will not let the death of their commanding officer diminish their will to fight." The Commander suddenly spoke. Without warning, Huey began the mind ripping on the fellow captain. He stretched his mind inward into the commander's subconscious, attempting to breach his will. Find the exit, find the exit, find the- Suddenly Huey hit a roadblock in his search, with his expression spelling out his shock before the Landsmen.
"What the hell?" Huey said. "I can't..." Huey was cut off by an incoming gut punch which he barely managed to block with his right arm, pushing back several feet.
"Do you really think that the force going up against you filthy Types aren't equipped to handle your abilities?" The Commander growled as he stood back up with his troops surrounding Huey."You are not the first do away with my mind kid, and won't be the last." He looked around the battlefield at the numerous corpses of his comrades, filling him with more rage than grief. "All of this spilled blood. The blood of the men and women I trained for just one of your abominations. No more!" He roared"Death will be to you all!"
Huey gulps as Nicosia looks at him from afar.
"You absolute fool of a cat." Nicosia sucked his teeth.
Huey's eyes darted around the present company aiming their guns at him. I just slid off a razor blade and landed in an alcohol river.
The troops encircled Huey and let their guns rain fire, with Huey placing his right hand on the ground and closed his eyes, picturing the smirk of Terry in his mind.
Please...I hope I'm right about this. Work!
Before his eyes, his hand ignited a burst of orange flames launching him into the air cleanly dodging the bullets. It didn't take long for the Landsmen to adjust their aim as he floated aimlessly above, unleashing their hail of bullets once again. Thinking fast, Huey endured the barrage with his makeshift shield while pieces of the material broke off in chunks around him. The force of the gunfire pushed him back into to the roof of a nearby car, although current circumstances didn't leave him much time to writhe in the pain sitting in his back, and quickly dashed away.
"Hit them now!" Huey yelled out while dodging and returning fire. (no pun intended) Nicosia took Huey's radical yelling as a sign to execute his role of the plan, and charged from his cover.
Nicosia's View
Never send a child to do a warrior's job. With a sigh, I zoomed by the cat's as he ran from the conflict, leaving me to my own devices with the vermin before me.
I have to admit my surprise upon his activation of the flames aiding his escape. Master informed me that he was primarily a Mental user! Does he have more than one ability to him? Could it be that he is...? I tossed such heavy thoughts out of my mind and let the carnage seethe in my body.
Avoiding the bullets, I morphed my arm to wrap around a Landsmen, throwing her into the front window of a car. Watching the lead Landsmen tracing of his gun, I ran around making him miss and hit the side of a car door. Soon the cat flew over one of the cars unleashing a flurry of fireballs towards the Landsmen, scorching a handful of them, and the leader vaulting out of the way. Reaching into my stomach pouch I look to the cat.
"We can't force them back." I relayed to him. "They have too much support and area to cover the movement. We need to regroup." I suggested.
The cat nodded the further end of the lot, spotting a white jeep that miraculously hadn't been scathed. I can only assume that it contains the reinforcements in question.
"We can take that jeep!" He said.
We nodded in agreement as I lighted two smoke bombs. In a large flash, they spark kicking smoke in a large dispersal giving us time to spring for the jeep. Two voices break through the smoke calling for their allies. A smile formed as I felt my powers being freed from the properties of the odd ammunition that was in my shoulder. Coating my eyes to scan through the smoke, I snarl as my prey's body heat flashed before my eyes. Jumping onto the Jeeps' roof, I cut time from a lockpicking by smashing the driver's window with my head, revealing my mark.
I sank my morphed canines into the skull of the Landsmen as he tries to go for his weapon. My neck flew as his head was tossed from side to side, his screams being drowned out by the noise of my fine dining. His skull and flesh gave way for blood to spill all over the glass and seating of the Jeep.
His partner frozen in his browning seat, I stab him through the lung with my bladed leg. With my famishing meal finished, I threw the carcasses out of the Jeep with the cat catching up to my previous scene.
"You couldn't have done that more quietly?" I snort at him at his attempt at levity.
"Better than you accidentally destroying our only way out of here." I retorted, referring to his previous lack of class and control with his newfound ability.
"Fair point." He shrugged as if understanding the implication. "Now then." The Cat gets on the mounted gun loading a new canister of ammunition as the smoke dissipates "Let's see what this baby can do" The cat inspected the likeness of the gun, adjusting it to his size before aiming at the incoming soldiers.
"Eat this, you assholes!" The Landsmen quickly ducked for cover as he opened fire. As round after round rips through the cars, I push his shoulder. "Aim through the cars engine blocks they'll ignite and that will set the whole car to flames," I yelled out.
"Yeah, taking out the whole lot, and us in it!" He responded. "Stellar plan you got there."
I growled but looked for a reach around with the suggestion. "Then aim for the ones that are sitting nearby their entry point. They'll be blocked on both sides by the flames." I said.
"About time you stopped thinking like a sociopath! On it."
The cat then starts sending as many rounds as he can into the engines of a set of cars placed on the opposite side. As well as trying to force the Landsmen to get out of their cover for a cleaner shot at into my stomach pouch I throw three flash bombs.
Dazed and confused by the bombs, the cat began to pick off the vermin one by one. In the same instance, he managed to shoot one of the other cars by their entry point into an explosion followed by an inferno blocking them off.
"Excellent, Now we get to-"
The cat held up his hand, cutting me off.
"They're not going down that easy." He said. "They came here to kill us. They're going to do that, and get killed doing it."
I almost spat at that statement. The notion of their actions, the means they would utilize to do it almost causes me to retch in how much we have in common. Suicidal nothings. I shall make one of those desires come true by my hand alone.
Soon their leader began shouting in Russian to his few remaining squadmates, with him and his allies mobilizing to gain some ground over us.
"They're up to something! If only we could understand what-"
The fool of a cat suddenly laughs. "He told his boys to gather up and try to flank us. Also that when he kills us he's going to skin us alive and mount our skulls." The cat said.
"How did you?"
"Fluent in seven languages."
The surprises of this cat simply do not cease. Save his recklessness, he is resourceful, to say the least. Shame that such talents will go to waste when I'm through with him.
The cat reloads the mounted gun and shouts something back in the same language, chambering the new belt.
The lead Landsmen then shouts at his men but before long I see several of them hurl flaming gas canisters. Strapped to which were grenades. The cat immediately stopped firing upon spotting the explosives in midair.
"Shit hit the deck!" As we both jump off the jeep it soon ignites into a massive fireball. Bullets and miniature explosions increasing the severe ringing coming from my ears. As well as the numbing pain of a piece of metal pierced into my chest.
Huey's POV
I roll onto my back, letting out a groan when crossing over a sore spot. The first thing my eyes set on was the flaming pile of metal just a few feet away. The popping of bullets created an inferno that persisted even after the explosion.
"Aaah I wanted to keep using that noob tube." The sigh couldn't hold all of my disappointment, so I decided to save the griping. Turning my head after sitting up I find a Landsmen with her handgun trained on my head. The side of her head bleeding as she glares at me.
"Hey, so...sorry about the whole down kicking you thing then almost setting you on fire. So how's about we..."
Not being on for words, she loaded her chamber and placed her finger on the trigger. On pure instinct, I spun on my tail feeling the gravel burning on my fur, kicking her legs out from under her. I grabbed her arm, twisting it around to make her gun press against her cheek. I almost hesitated for a second when all of the piles of corpses flashed in my head, before flushing them out.
In the span of a night, I've done nothing but kill, kill, and kill some more, and I never stopped to wonder how it will impact me when I fall asleep. But I flushed it down my throat. This was the world I lived in now. I squeezed the trigger toward her head and let two rounds go off into her brain. Looking down at her splattered grey matter, I rolled my stiffening shoulders. It was getting easier. Just like Anthony would have wanted.
As soon as I looked up, bursts of bullets whizzed past my head, as I began rolling a few times behind what little cover I could find. I felt the touch of bullets burn my body from the graze. As I get steady in my cover I turn feeling a round hit my thigh from the opposite direction. The odd rounds these assholes have been using lodging itself into my flesh. My damn bone is keeping it in my thigh as it quickly discolors my skin. I punched myself in the gut to get myself down from the pain and to null the sensation for as long as I could stomach it. I then saw a huge shadow overtaking me. Looking up only to see the large grizzled bear commander scowling down at me.
"Hey there. Long time no see huh? Sorry about your comrades. I'm sure they were a riot to play Tetris with." Acting cute might seem like a bad idea on the surface. But you would be surprised how long you can keep breathing by keeping the guy with the gun talking.
He heaved a huge sigh, full of frustration, and disappointment." You Types always use the same tactic. Running and hiding. When we pure beings have you outgunned and outmanned. But you won't get to run today you hellspawn."
Pure beings? Man, where's a copy of Mein Kampf when you need it? I'm betting the trooper was on the honor roll for eugenics.
"Listen man." I struggle to say, not wanting to groan in pain."I don't know what your deal is, but you and your buddies made a regular hospital visit, more complicated than it should have been." I fired back.
"But of course. Whereas one spawn breeds, the others show up with quick succession." He then nodded behind him, in which I see them drag the shapeshifter over from behind a car. He was bleeding from a large wound in his stomach which was creating a puddle. "Like Disgusting vermin. All of you."
If only I could take a look at my eyes, to know how bad I wanted them to shoot lasers at this assholes skull.
Before I could fulfill that wish, one of his cronies marched up to him with a salute. "Commander. Target is confirmed dead. It was lacerated by a large piece of the Jeep from the explosion."
I started to feel sweat gaining speed down my neck with that utterance. 'Dead target' could mean either Kote and Flicker at this point. At the risk of sounding crazy, I didn't want to believe the former any more than the latter. Out of all of the weirdos that tried to kill me and my friends, he seemed to be able to hold a conversation for more than two minutes
The commander sucked his teeth. "Pity. I wanted to kill it slower than this one. But without your tricks, you're not going anywhere. But that doesn't change what I'm going to do to you."
"Recite lines from Pushkin? Sorry, I'm more of a Blok kind of guy." In an absolutely stunning turn of events, his military-grade combat boots met the surface of my right hand, sandwiched against the pavement. I held my breath as if I got dragged underwater trying not to swallow the remaining air I had, with maybe two of knuckles cracking from the force egging me to scream from the top of my lungs. Bear it, and grit. Bear it, and grit.
The bear, amused by the kid in pain, felt obliged to light a cigar one of his cronies handed him. Vanilla by the smell of the puff that reached my nose.
"In all of my years of, fighting, torturing, killing, and best of all, hunting your kind, I have never come across a Type that was a comedian. You have...how do you American say...chops. All of the others." He bent his knees down, looking directly into my eyes, which didn't flinch for a second when reflecting his stoic face." They held the perception of using their powers to assert dominance over people like us. Ordained by a higher power with the authority to veer the masses however they please. Normally, you would think such a group would be...honored to possess such an ability. To be allowed the opportunity to change the world for the better, uplift those less fortunate, yet..what was transpired?"
He suddenly grabs my hair, pulling it closer towards his face."Chaos, destruction, senseless murder of innocents, all of which careens towards an apex of annihilation of those without their 'gifts', simply for existing. In other words, self-assured of their position."
I spat in his face on reflex, just to deliver my point across."It's almost like horrible people didn't exist before the Types showed up." I said sarcastically. "You are symptoms of a larger issue. We are the cure for such a disease. If you're gonna rip off Magneto, at least cite your sources." Make him want to cave my face in even more. Trust me. I'm getting somewhere with this.
"I wonder." He fixes an analyzing gaze at me. Sizing me up with my bloodied hand up."You don't seem like them. You seem more liberated, free, neutral in the conflict even. And your eyes. They are not the ones of a killer, but a survivor. A strong will created by strife."
"I assumed that was a nice way of putting that I didn't have a screw loose like the other Forsaken lunatics you've put under the dirt. I'm with-" He then cut me off, snorting in my face while tightening his gorilla grip on my hair.
"It matters not what your outfit is, for Types wear many to escape from judgment. You and your comrade are no different."
"I guess discrimination isn't your strongest-" In a flash, a headbutt scored directly in my nose, and I felt the warm crimson jelly ooze out within seconds
"Stalling for time will not prevent the pain. Only hasten it, boy." Oh, you don't say. I see Fisk isn't the only one with a good bullshit detector. "Although I must admit, you are the most entertaining I've come across in the many years of my profession. Such a feat only deserves such an upright reward."
He threw me against the car door, jolting my body forward from the impact, which I'm positive left a very nice dent in the material, and possibly my spine. I pull my head up, noticing his gesture for me to stand up, complete with a classic shit-eating cruel grin.
"I only save this sort of treatment to those I find worthy of such luxuries." He said, unbuckling his entire arsenal from head to toe, scouting knife, AR strapped to his chest, sidearm. This guy must be a wet dream for customs officers. "Fear not. I will make this as slow as possible. You must savor every moment, before the death of you and your berserker comrade. It only seems fair, no?" I chuckle trying to stand with the bullet now leaving my pretty weak and limiting my powers.
"First, he's not my comrade. He's my friend. Second, I'm not gonna be dying today you bastard, and neither is anyone else that I care about!" I shouted from my lungs that felt like a squeezed water bottle with how much I was breathing.
"Nobility, from an abomination. That's almost poetic." He slipped into a combat stance. Trying to find my bearings in my feet, I attempt to muster some power in my hand, the one that was still working, into a good spark, even an ember at best. I honestly didn't much confidence that using one of Terry's powers would much effect unless it was in a pinch, but I ended proving myself wrong thankfully. Calling on it at will would be a little bit more tricky I feel, although I have a fabulous sparring partner in front of me. A two hundred pound, six feet tall, hulking frame sparring partner. I definitely miss going at with Kote now, at least he made me feel special with my stoutness.
My feet slid into a fight stance, and I charged at him from a rocket startup, leading forward with an ax kick from my off foot to the top of his head. He blocked with a cross guard, countering with a heavy as fuck left hook that I barely managed to pull up my guard in time before it hit. Just the impact alone rattled the very bones in my whole arm with it lightly tapping against my ribs. Fuck, even my fingertips felt like they were rattling like a maraca. The force shot my body over the car, although I was able to regain my balance by pressing my hand off the roof of the car. I feel strength coming back into my hand, and tried to imagine the feeling I felt not that long ago to summon, but to no avail.
I said screw it and went on the offensive as I hopped over the car, flying my right fist towards him. He prepped his body for the obvious maneuver, but instead, I twisted my body clockwise in a spinning roundhouse that winged him in his shoulder, which barely made a dent in him. I caught a glimpse of his smirk before he grabbed my ankle used for the kick in my hair rush downward, I braced for the impact he brought me down on the hood of the car. I continued to hold it in even on the second impact, then the third, and fourth. Finally, on the fifth, he set me still charging a punch aimed towards my face. A punch that was more than likely going to cave my face in given the size of his hand.
The world began to move in slow motion with my hands moving in front of my face on instinct, which would be pretty pointless I thought. But then another thought came to me in a clear picture, that of Kote, Zeo, Karina, Tessera, Fisk, Ellen, and everyone else that all of my efforts to protect would go to shit if I were to let it end here. What was in me to make it so that wouldn't happen? I have a few theories, but a diatribe wouldn't help me in any way, shape, or form. So the last thing remains, make sure it doesn't happen, by fucking doing something about it. How? Whatever it was in me, I pulled it from deep down until exploded in from my fingertips and right into the bear's face, blowing him several feet away from me.
I quickly pulled myself off the hood, with the blood in my brain rushing, and my hands fully ignited in a cool azure that reached up to my arms.
It didn't take long for the commander to hop back up from that last hit, and his cronies to fasten their aim.
I took a slight stumble back still feeling the bashing from earlier. I lightly chuckled, feeling the blood from my head run all the way down my jeans and into my shoes. I even felt a big smile form on my face when I got a good look at the redecoration to his face that I just gave him. Matches the black on his boots perfectly, and makes it a perfect date topic.
"My friend hits harder than you Yogi, and he's knocked out." I spitted out the blood that had been building up in my mouth.
The commander without a word, placed his troops into action, most likely to look for Kote. I quickly chucked flames at the two that were moving to find Kote with them barely making it two feet before turning to ash burning with more intensity than the last ones I chucked. I saw the other two followed in suit from the corner of my eye, and took the flames still burning and threw it in their direction cooking them to a crisp just as well. I smirked to the commander, who vanished out of my sight delivering a clean right to my jaw, rattling my brain on contact, followed knee into my gut to follow with an elbow to my face. All of which felt more and more mitigated as time passed.
"You filthy Type! You won't live to see the morning!" I then notice the brief flash of steel coming from his blade. Bastard must have one hidden on him somewhere. I roll to spin on my heels to land a kick to his leg, but to my big surprise, the big man stood firm. His legs refusing to budge from my kick, which I then capitalized, wrapping my legs around his neck following two flame coated jabs to the face. His head flew back a couple of times before he threw me off and onto the ground.
I wasted no time, raising my guard as I recovered. He came at me with his knife, which I swayed for quite a bit before two clean slashes found their way to my chest and shoulder blade. Feeling my back connect with a car bumper as I stumbled backward. I still felt the pain coming in through my nerves, but it didn't keep me down for long. I stood on my shaky knees only to find his own knee clean to my jaw. knocking my head back into the glass of the car's headlights.
Feeling the blood and little bits of glass go down my shirt I attempted to get back up, only for the commander to pin my bleeding shoulder with his boot. I gripped his ankle with my hands with the fire searing through his pants and boot, to which he gritted his teeth. Even applying more pressure to my lacerated shoulder.
"Seeing as how you've spoken to the Forsaken before, you must have been moved by their rousing speeches of superiority and sharing their gifts with the world, whether they want to receive it or not. But once their pathetic tricks and filthy experiments and that you vermin have is gone, you're nothing but parasites drinking away at the lives of people who want nothing to do with your kind. Adding three more to be put into the fire scrolls won't matter to me."
In that instance, I hear two Landsmen cry out pain, causing their leader to snap his head around. As if from a John Carpenter movie, the guy playing possum morphed his hand to impale the commander straight through his stomach, with the blood splattering onto my face. As he spits up some blood he looks down seeing the blade in his chest I chuckle lightly with my left hand full of fire burning the foot that held me down, right down to the bone. My right hand came free, returning him a heavy ass punch right in the nose, knocking him down to the ground.
"You know something, I was right. There's something to be said about running your mouth in the face of danger. Because there's always some asshole that will join in on the dialogue, even at the last second when he's going to win. Well, bad for you, but for good guys like me, we make a killing off of it" I laughed.
As the lied there on the ground, his blood creating a wading pool around him glares at me. With what little strength he had, he opened his mouth and began speaking in Russian.
"As we further seek for our light, the darkness grows weaker. Only we can combat the growing evil that is The Children that betrayed those of old... All you Types will burn once we have her... and none of you will receive any mercy... duty 'cough' honor... courage 'exhale' Semper Fiiii..." With that, the bear died on his back. Looking at the dead bear I pondered what he said. 'The Children that betrayed those of old?' While I do give the shifter an eight for execution, I would have liked to be left with more answers than questions. A thousand words filled my brain at once, but I shook them all out as I walked over to the shapeshifter in question who was nursing his wounds.
"Your ability. It is..." He struggled to find the words to match his baffled expression.
"Awesome right?" I said as I flicked on a tiny flame on my thumb and blew it out. Eat your heart out you stupid wabbit ." Hard to believe it took an angry Russian to help figure out how to make it work, but hey, it is what it is-"
"Beautiful." He said to which I arched an eyebrow.
"Say what?" I held my curiosity out for a second, hoping for a follow-up, but nothing. Not the most ideal compliment I was looking for, but then again, why expect anything more from the guy that wants to kidnap/bang your friend?
"I was told that you were a Mental user. Could you not just influence their minds?" He said.
"Tried that, believe me." I sighed. "I'm guessing they have some kind of mental shielding to avoid being controlled by Types. Weird, other people I used it on only had some kind of resistance factor to it, but not like this. It's like it was, static noise being played in the middle of the night. Nothing." I explained, although as expected, he offered no retort. But this being someone that had something to do with those two crazies back at base, he knew something else."And those rounds they used..." I started to dig into the bullet wound in my leg for the round in question, feeling nicks from every few nerves I touched.
"I assume that this is where we must part ways." He cut off my thought, and stood up, beginning to walk off. "Seeing as you're in no condition to continue our fight, taking your friend with me as payment for aiding you." I laugh finally digging the bullet out of my leg and then cauterized the wound.
I cleared my throat as loud as he could hear it. "Yeah, that's not happening." He stopped dead in his tracks, though his back still faced me. "You're in pretty much the same shape as me pally, plus let's be honest, a second-round between us isn't gonna go anywhere. Besides, you won't be walking off with him, no questions like you think." I said pointing my finger at him.
"Explain your reasoning. I fail to see how you will be stopping me from carrying out my mission."
"Listen, brother, where I'm from, I'm used to seeing other kids getting kidnapped before and none of them talked as highly about their target, as you did about my friend. Soft spots aside, he's clearly important to you and yours. So much so, that you need him alive either to recruit or to brainwash him into joining your cult, am I right? " Silence, but no denial? Says a lot, given how much of a mess he made of Happy Garlond, that kind of power would give you a hell of a power boost. Now, you probably think you can just kill me and take him away, but here's the thing you don't realize." He glares at me but I went on.
"You have people I have to report to about what happened here, and the same goes for me. I'm sure neither side will even believe that we had an armed intervention with some mercs and had a marvel style team up against them. And I know you can tell there's something even bigger going on here than just us and especially Kote. So how's about I say you got away while I was trying to collect myself from too many burgers, you get to keep watch over my sleeping friend without the Blades looking too hard for you, huh?" I sigh as he held his glare
"Ok look. I'm tired, pissed, have blood in my socks and I've been using my friend as a fucked up hot potato. So as long we're being honest, let's be real. You don't like me and I personally don't give a shit about any of that, but seeing as how we fought, you saved my ass more than once in under an hour, I'd say we can call it even. But my friend is in no way going with you, as long as I'm breathing." I shot his glare right back at him, turning the heat back on in my hands."Plus you said it yourself earlier, its only a matter of time before my friends get here, which is gonna turn this bad day into a nightmare for you. Not to mention, if you think people aren't going to ask questions about you carrying a little wolf in a hospital gown over your shoulder, you're dumber than I thought."
He took a couple of seconds, pondering away with his back turned to me. His arm twitched briefly, almost as if it were going to transform again, to which I was ready to act. But to my surprise, he turned around, giving me a silent nod.
"Very well cat. You can leave this night as a draw in your mind." He said.
"So glad we could come to a consensus." I snorted.
"But know that I've gained knowledge for the betterment of my Leader, which is a welcome consolation to not gaining my target, so I shall return."
"Believe me, I don't doubt it."
"Before I leave, I shall give you a warning." He zipped right n front of me in a flash, his face just a few inches from mine, taking a whiff of my neck. Kinky, but weird.
"From your scent, you seem to be the spawn of the Non-type the leader knows as Harmon Jones." My eyes shot open, with the mention of dear old dad. Seeing that he's known to even the leader of the Forsaken, spells a lot of problems in a lot of ways. "That man. I've met many and killed many throughout my life with their souls etched on mine. But that man..is one of few Non-types I've met have that has a similar stench to mine. The smell of carnage and wrath that no spring in this world can clean. After what I've seen from the way you fight, the way you kill, you appear to be cut from the same cloth. Although admittedly, you seem to have allies that can save you from such a crossroads. Allies that you would die for as demonstrated here tonight." Sheesh, after my own heart this one.
" Be wary. A man like him has made many enemies over his life. Both in the Forsaken and your organization as well, And many of whom you would call 'your friends' wish for him more than to simply answer for his sins. Pray that you do not end up the same."
"Thanks for the words of encouragement there buddy." I said.
He then backed away from me and jumped up on a nearby tree branch. "I shall look forward to killing you in our next meeting, son of-I mean little cat." Within seconds, he vanished right before my eyes in blinding speed.
I sigh both out of exhaustion from all that happened and having to admit that the guy did have some fine fucking legs.
"It's crazy how almost dying makes you very horny." The image of Zeo suddenly pops up into my head and I felt my worry increase. I managed to focus my mind in an attempt to find her theta waves, to which I did locate her, safely with her family. I felt a huge sigh of relief leave my mouth, before jogging back over to the truck that the shifter stashed Kote in. I found the big lug, asleep with his bushy ass still laid bare from the gown. Pulling him from the truck bed I carried him over my back and began walking out from the lot and back towards the town. The lit-up town buzzing with steel flies and one time racing up and down the street. I nudged the comatose Kote."Buddy, why are all the hot ones we meet always the crazy or stabby ones?"
Chapter 25 END
Fro Ninja- Thank you very much for taking the time out of your day to read our little ditty. Before we wrap it up, I just wanted apologize for leaving this story on ice for so long. I'm not going to lie, I did feel burnt out for a long time, not just from this story but several of my other ones. Despite it being four years since this series saw an update, it never left my mind. I always meant to come back to it, but the motivation was never meeting me halfway with the desire. Thankfully, over the past year or so, I've been re-invigorated to continue this story and writing in general. I love making these tales just as much as the people who read and comment on them. Without you, I wouldn't have much desire to keep on going with it all. So, from the bottom of my heart, thank you so, so much for making it this far. And we're gonna take it even further from this point on with the next arc on the way, with the gang getting into even more fucked up shit. Uploads will be coming pretty sporadically, but they will be coming, so keep a look out. So yeah, that's it. Now if you'll excuse me, I gotta go help Jester fight off ghosts in his basement. Peace out, and remember, one love