Open Your Heart To Live and Learn, The Deal
Disclaimer:I don't own Nack the Weasel.....but I own the new concept. SO DON"T STEAL IT!
Grey Wolf: Bah, only a few pages this time. But nobody reads it. PLEASE REVIEW if you want more.
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He got up from the floor. His skin was freezieng and his insides were burning. Like he had soaked some rays in a microwave.
"Oh, he's up," he heard a voice say. He got up and saw a tall white-faced weasel eyeing him on the floor. "You should be alright, you can get up." The stranger got up from the floor and took in his surroundings. He was in a cave dwelling of some sort. Details were that there was a bed, a dresser, some exersize eqipment and a collection of scantily-clad female furmorph posters. "Who are you?" the weasel asked.
"I'm Jack the Cat, the hero of Khole City," Jack said. He eyed the posters."I like your tastes. Where am I at, Nack?"
Fang was surprised that he knew his original name. "We are somewhat near Station Square," Fang said."Khole huh? You must be the guy who stopped Bahn. Sort of...."
"Hey, whadaya mean 'sorta'?"
"If I remember correctly, you were actually robbing a bank at the time."
"Hey, will you give me some credit. At least I saved some lives."
Flash Back..............(You know you saw it coming.......)
Bahn walked into the small store in front pf the gas station gas pumps just outside the building. He passed by a female squirrel, around fourty years old, at the cash register. She eyed him. His clothing, a black trenchcoat with black slacks underneath, gave her a strange vibe. Bahn walked around the store, up and down each isle slowly. He stopped at the magazines and carefully picked out one. He looped around the isles once more and snatched a lighter on his way to the front counter.
Bahn silently presented his items to the cashier. A furry smut magazine and the lighter.
She gave a quizzical look as she rung them up. 'This man had some strange things fused with his face, what does he want from this small town,' she thought. Bahn walked out of the store and tore out a page of the magazine, lit it with the lighter, and tossed the flaming page at a broken gaspump. He walked away without a care. As soon as he had walked a good distance, the gasoline ignited and a ball of flame extended to the sky.
"Hmm...." Bahn emmited a deep sigh as he wandered into the street. Cars swerved and
veered off into other vehicles. Colliding with each other. Bahn reached into his trenchcoat ad drew
his handgun. He began to shoot at the cars' windshelds, trying to pick off the furmorph drivers.
"Damn furry bastards. All pests."
"Freeze! Put your hands up!" police officers bellowing over their megaphones. They had blocked the road with their cars. They opened thier doors and stepped out. Bahn just aimed and fired at them, picking off the 'morphs and intentionally missing the humans.
............
"So he went crazy?" Fang asked.
"Yeah, we still don't know what drove him to it," he paused. "Weren't you living in Khole when it happened?"
"No, I think I had a bounty-job to do, and was out of town."
"Hmm..when you were old Nack?"
"What do you mean 'old Nack'?"
"Before you met Ivan?"
Fang stiffened. "How do you know so much?"
"I snoop around alot, to see who my rivals and friends are."
"How do you do that?" Fang asked. He noticed Jack's eyes wander the room quickly, then fixed them on Fang.
"I can't tell you."
Fang immedeately jumped forward and drew his gun. As he did, he knocked down Jack back to the floor, and aimed the gun at the purple cat's forehead.
"WHO ARE YOU!?" Fang yelled.
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Grey Wolf: Is Jack the helpful person he seems? Fang will discover that in this new world of his, enimies are plenty, and Friends are few and far between. But who to choose? Find out in the next chapter dubbed: The Senses of the Cold Heart.
Disclaimer:I don't own Nack the Weasel.....but I own the new concept. SO DON"T STEAL IT!
Grey Wolf: Bah, only a few pages this time. But nobody reads it. PLEASE REVIEW if you want more.
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He got up from the floor. His skin was freezieng and his insides were burning. Like he had soaked some rays in a microwave.
"Oh, he's up," he heard a voice say. He got up and saw a tall white-faced weasel eyeing him on the floor. "You should be alright, you can get up." The stranger got up from the floor and took in his surroundings. He was in a cave dwelling of some sort. Details were that there was a bed, a dresser, some exersize eqipment and a collection of scantily-clad female furmorph posters. "Who are you?" the weasel asked.
"I'm Jack the Cat, the hero of Khole City," Jack said. He eyed the posters."I like your tastes. Where am I at, Nack?"
Fang was surprised that he knew his original name. "We are somewhat near Station Square," Fang said."Khole huh? You must be the guy who stopped Bahn. Sort of...."
"Hey, whadaya mean 'sorta'?"
"If I remember correctly, you were actually robbing a bank at the time."
"Hey, will you give me some credit. At least I saved some lives."
Flash Back..............(You know you saw it coming.......)
Bahn walked into the small store in front pf the gas station gas pumps just outside the building. He passed by a female squirrel, around fourty years old, at the cash register. She eyed him. His clothing, a black trenchcoat with black slacks underneath, gave her a strange vibe. Bahn walked around the store, up and down each isle slowly. He stopped at the magazines and carefully picked out one. He looped around the isles once more and snatched a lighter on his way to the front counter.
Bahn silently presented his items to the cashier. A furry smut magazine and the lighter.
She gave a quizzical look as she rung them up. 'This man had some strange things fused with his face, what does he want from this small town,' she thought. Bahn walked out of the store and tore out a page of the magazine, lit it with the lighter, and tossed the flaming page at a broken gaspump. He walked away without a care. As soon as he had walked a good distance, the gasoline ignited and a ball of flame extended to the sky.
"Hmm...." Bahn emmited a deep sigh as he wandered into the street. Cars swerved and
veered off into other vehicles. Colliding with each other. Bahn reached into his trenchcoat ad drew
his handgun. He began to shoot at the cars' windshelds, trying to pick off the furmorph drivers.
"Damn furry bastards. All pests."
"Freeze! Put your hands up!" police officers bellowing over their megaphones. They had blocked the road with their cars. They opened thier doors and stepped out. Bahn just aimed and fired at them, picking off the 'morphs and intentionally missing the humans.
............
"So he went crazy?" Fang asked.
"Yeah, we still don't know what drove him to it," he paused. "Weren't you living in Khole when it happened?"
"No, I think I had a bounty-job to do, and was out of town."
"Hmm..when you were old Nack?"
"What do you mean 'old Nack'?"
"Before you met Ivan?"
Fang stiffened. "How do you know so much?"
"I snoop around alot, to see who my rivals and friends are."
"How do you do that?" Fang asked. He noticed Jack's eyes wander the room quickly, then fixed them on Fang.
"I can't tell you."
Fang immedeately jumped forward and drew his gun. As he did, he knocked down Jack back to the floor, and aimed the gun at the purple cat's forehead.
"WHO ARE YOU!?" Fang yelled.
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Grey Wolf: Is Jack the helpful person he seems? Fang will discover that in this new world of his, enimies are plenty, and Friends are few and far between. But who to choose? Find out in the next chapter dubbed: The Senses of the Cold Heart.