Send me a angel
CH 2
He opened his eyes again slowly and carefully but wanting them to burn once more. The room was white… simple and white… depressing… yet strangely comfortable. He put a paw to his head and groaned, his head felt like a ton of bricks, he wouldn't mind just laying still for just a bit more… yeah… that couldn't hurt. He murmured slightly laying back down and closing his eyes.
SO he had finally woken up… how strange it was to wake up to nothing you knew, and yet he felt as though he had been here before. He shivered slightly crossing his arms over his chest to keep himself warm. He slowly opened his eyes again and looked down at his eyes and nearly screamed his eyes wide.
His fur wasn't black… it… it was orange…
In panic he bolted up groaning slightly as his head fought back in the gesture, still through the ache he saw it… his fur wasn't the night sky black like it always it was orange… orange and white. He shivered slightly and with a arm alien to himself he put a paw to his leg and let his lip quiver, what in hell was this…
He was shaking a bit getting off the bed he found himself on, his legs wobbled as if never used making him grip the side of the bed for support. He gritted his teeth and slowly and with difficulty stood straight up.
He felt naked, exposed, scared and alone…
He wobbled about the room searching for a mirror, a piece of glass anything for him to see himself. He stopped dead in his tracks as he spotted the door to the room he stood in, the clear reflecting surface sufficed for a mirror giving him one of the greatest scares in his life.
In his place stood not a handsome like black furred wolf with red eyes… but stood a fox, orange and white fur adorned his body and his eyes were a deep emerald green, that… that wasn't him!
it was to much for the wolf… fox to take
In a blind fit of rage or maybe it was insanity it was to hard for him to tell, his mind was in disarray scattered trying desperately to piece the fragments of memory he still had, he slammed his fist into the door expecting it to hold up but instead he was rewarded with a crashing echo and the destruction of glass. He looked at the newly formed hold almost curiously then at the sharp feeling of glass tearing into his flesh did he look back down at his paw and grab it.
Glass shards fit snuggly into his flesh sticking out like needles on a porcupine's back. He growled and nursed his bloody paw slowly and carefully pressing a button on what looked to be a control panel on the wall next to the door.
It slid open with a small metallic hiss and he stepped out, the hallways were even more alien then his body, cold metal and dim lights ringing the sides of the halls. Just where in hell was he? He looked around turning his head to the left and right before staring street ahead and moving down a hall.
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'Okay… don't panic' he told himself mentally moving ever so slowly down the alien halls. 'Your… dreaming… yes dreaming' he tried to assure himself, however he looked back down at his glass enriched paw…
He WASN'T dreaming…
'Okay… maybe… maybe you just passed out and…. and you were taken somewhere' not the best explanation… in fact it worried him more. He had to take control of the situation… that was it, he had to start somewhere…
Who was he…
That came a little difficult to him, his head was in a extreme state of disarray, but he HAD to remember, pain or not he'd be dammed alive if he was going to let… whatever happened to him take him. Now what was his name… what was his goddammned name! Then… almost instantly his name came back to him…
Fox…. Fox mcloud… that was it…
NO! NO! IT COULDN'T BE!
Fox… no he… he collapsed against one of the metal walls and gripped his head clamping his eyes shut, he WAS Fox Mcloud… he had to be… all those memories… all those furs… his father's tragic death… his mothers car exploding in front of his eyes… He was fox mcloud. There was no other answer… he was Fox fucking Mcloud…
No… no he wasn't… his name was Fox mcloud… his name wasn't fox mcloud… he wasn't a fox… he didn't have orange and white fur… he didn't have emerald eyes…
His name… was Cyrus… just Cyrus… and he was NOT a fucking fox… no he… he was a perfect killing machine… he was a wolf… a lean and well toned 7'5 black furred red eyed wolf… that was him… and these memories… they weren't his, there was NO way in hell they were… so much joy so much happiness… none of it was him… not a fucking piece of it…
Fox… no… Cyrus stood up slowly letting his orange furred arms drop to his sides, he forgot about his glass shard infected paw and growled a bit. He lifted his paw to his face and with his still clean paw grasped a shard of glass and yanked it out of his flesh letting a red river ooze forth out of his palm. He didn't even flinch ripping another glass shard out of his paw… then another… then another… and then another… he kept tearing hunks of glass out of his not dirty crimson paw letting some of the crimson liquid hit the floor pooling slightly into small puddles.
With his paw clean and freshly cut and red he smirked, he was Cyrus… no other creature could do what he did… he smiled slowly and demonically inching his injured paw closer to his snout until his tongue dragged across the fur lapping up the many layers of bloody fur with almost orgasmic results. Hungrily he licked more and more until his muzzle was caked with red giving him a almost feral look.
He was Cyrus… he repeated to himself, Cyrus… Cyrus the cold and ruthless… Cyrus the Nightmare… and he was awake now… he was awake… awake and hungry…
Next chapter:… our new friend explores his new environment and meets a very surprised and unexpected female… and where is fox… or… is he even here…
Note: I appalogize for any grammer or spelling errors but my microsoft word goes only so far.
Cyrus Copyright to me
Fox Copyright to Rare (bless them and thier star fox series PRAISE RARE OR BURN IN HELL... well not really...)