Chapter 1- Awakening
She awoke next to a metal sculpture. The night was hotter then it was cool, but felt like that would change. Her paw/feet were stuffed into shoes a bit too narrow and socks that only served to make her hotter then she already was. Her arms were barely covered by the short sleeves of a blue shirt and a pair of blue jeans served to cover up her leg fur and hide her tail, which was strapped somewhat painfully to her right leg. Her fox ears were the most comfortable, that was to say that they were hidden under a hat with a small brim above her face. She stood up, and noticed that the sculpture she had woken up next to was part of a small landscape for a small building. Across a wide black surface was another, larger building with large orange letters glowing near the top.
"The Home Depot," she read aloud, stuttering on the last unfamiliar word. She decided that she wanted to look at it from a different angle. She crossed the wide black area to her left, and was about to cross over it again to get into position when a hand stopped her just in time to prevent her from being rammed by a large metal animal with wheels.
"You're supposed to stop on the red light," The stranger said. She turned and met with a hat like she had, with the brim down to cover the eyes and a white interlaced "B" on a green background. Little could be told from the stranger's appearance, a gray long coat covered his (her?) body and the hair, brown and while somewhat long could just mean they needed a haircut. The only clue was the voice, which was masculine.
"Thank you, I'll remember that," she replied, disturbed that she hadn't heard them come up to her.
"You better, now come," the stranger walked away, and disappeared around a corner as she had just barely crossed the black area. She then stood in front of a gap between two other buildings. Suddenly a hand grabbed her mouth and pulled her into the gap. There two men stood there, as if waiting for her.
"Nice catch you got there."
"Best one yet Cleave."
She struggled, but a knife to her neck stopped her.
"Now, now, wouldn't want to hurt you and scar that pretty little face of yours."
"LEAVE HER ALONE." The stranger was back, this time reaching into his coat for something.
"Yeah right, what are you gonna do about it ya queer?"
They came towards the stranger, all holding knives out towards him, seeming to forget about her. Suddenly, there was a blur of silver and a flash of blue as red blood suddenly spewed forth from the middle one's chest. The hat was off the stranger's head, revealing dark brown eyes that matched his hair. The coat was open and underneath was a red shirt, patched for decoration and a pair of blue jeans. His voice rang out, commanding, sure, and letting the threat of death hang in the air.
"I am Commander Nathaniel Reed Bruce, should any of you make a move you will not live to regret it."