Chapter by Dax, Edited by Sam
Sixteen Years Ago…
As the full moon rose higher in the sky, the convoy of M939 transports made their way along one of the long, desolate roads that bisected the vast Mojave Desert, their precious cargo of arms and munitions stored safely in the rear flatbeds, guarded safely by a plethora of mercenaries, armed with a slew of rifles, from M17s to AK-47s as they made their way to a very antsy crime boss.
In the front passenger seat of one of the trucks, a fresh-faced new initiate, a thirty-something-year-old gorilla, turned his tired gaze to the driver, an equally exhausted black bear, who just looked tiredly at the winding road. But, as the gorilla returned his attention to the road ahead, he noticed something just in front of the light from the headlamps…
A figure, clad in dark closes, standing in the middle of the straight stretch of roadway.
At first confused, the primate and bear noticed the figure raise its arm, the figure holding something in its hand.
What happened next occurred in a matter of seconds.
A flash, a bang…and the bear's brains being blown out the back of his head, blood and grey matter staining the headrest and splattering over the rear window. The private had just enough time to let out a scream of horror as the truck veered off before coming to rest fender-first in a nearby ditch, the sudden stop causing the deceased ursine's body to slump forward over the wheel.
Wasting no time, the gorilla scrambled out of his seat, landing hard on the road beneath him, quickly being helped to his feet by one of the many mercenaries who had left their spots in the three trucks to set up a defensive perimeter.
"COME ON MARCUS!" the jaguar ordered, only to be dropped to the ground with a fresh bullet wound in his chest. At this point, Marcus Darwin was terrified. As he tried to make sense of what was happening around him as more and more men were dropping like sacks of potatoes, shots were ringing out from…lord knows where. Some men even had their legs shot out from under them by machine-gun fire.
Before long, the gorilla found himself to be the last man standing, every other animal lying in a pool of his own blood, either with stubs for limbs, entrails hanging out of their abdomens, or light shining through gaping head wounds, much like the bear.
And all the while, the primate wondered where…
"Taobh thiar duit buachaill."
Marcus froze, the strange language spoken by a noticeably deep bass, sending chills down his spine. And yet, in this situation, he didn't need to understand what was said…
He knew.
"Behind you, Boy."
The gorilla quickly wheeled around, being just quick enough to see the features of the strange figure, towering at just over six feet, illuminated by the headlamps of his truck; the all black tactical gear concealing the assailants identity, save for his hazel eyes that seemed to bore into his very soul.
The gorilla had just enough to time to utter one word before being knocked unconscious from behind, a word that had struck fear into every mercenary in every crime syndicate since the figure had made itself known.
"Faolahd."
And if Marcus only knew at the time…that name would ring in his head for years to come. A name that would haunt him for the rest of his life. A name that instilled a fear of death in his mind, driving him to become more powerful, not to gain power, to protect the one she loved.
His wife…
And his little boy…Johnny.
But for now, he just laid on the ground, out cold as the Faolahd stood over his handywork…well, a third of it.
"Ya just can't help yerself, can ya?" a thick Texan voice sounded, the masked assassin turning his gaze to the source of the voice, his hazel eyes rolling in a mix of annoyance and fondness as a wolf, covered in a disguise of shrub covering his own tactical, emerged from the side of the road, a smoking Browning M2 in his hand, the barrel glowing red hot from the consistent round of fire.
"I could say the same for you," Faolahd said with an Irish brogue as he lowered his hood and mask, revealing a handsome wolf beneath, blonde fur visible around the black-dyed fur around his eyes. Fagan Davis, or Fay as many called him, was one of the top assassins in the business, maxing a kill count of 107 confirmed kills. His colleague, one William Daxton, or "Wild Bill", a handsome wolf himself, his usually silver fur and mismatched eyes tailed him at 103. But, unlike Wild Bill, as some might guess, Killing never brought Fay any pleasure. In fact, the Irish Devil, as he was called besides the moniker of Faolahd, often went to confession after every mission…
And asked for ten Hail Mary's for every life he took.
Wild Bill on the other hand…lived for the hunt.
"Alright, you two," a new, feminine voice sounded by one the trucks, "time to call it in."
Turning to the source of the voice, both Fay and Wild Bill let out a huff of amusement as a hood female fox stood behind them, a small communicator in her hand as the espionage agent punched in the coordinates of their location, removing her own hood in the process to reveal a stunning nineteen-year-old vixen…one Diane Foxington, aka the Crimson Paw.
Before long, a trio of choppers arrived, stamped with the acronym of the organization that the trio represented descended on the area, cleaning up the bodies, and collecting the shipment of weapons in the trucks, as well as the trucks themselves, leaving only one unconscious gorilla behind, but not with a two days supply of food and water.
This put fay at ease as he knew that it would take the primate only five hours to walk to the nearest gas station.
And once all was said and done, the trio disembarked on one of the choppers, all three being able to relax as they made their way back to the headquarters of the Secret Undercover Coalition for Mediation, or S.U.C.M.
And sometime later, after being debriefed on their mission by the head of S.U.C.M., Fay found himself in his quarters, a simple, but still very comfortable place in the style of a very spacious studio apartment. And inside, Fay was just getting ready to settle down in bed for the night that had been graciously prepared for him, a single lamp offering a decent amount of light, when he heard a knock on the door.
"Come in," he called softly. As the door opened, Fay took in the sight of Diane, her ginger fur being able to breath after she had shed her usual mission attire, leaving her in only a black sports bra and matching shorts. Smiling warmly at the vixen, Fay continued to prepare for bed as Diane started to speak.
"Tucking in for the night?" she asked in a gentle voice, which resulted in a broader smile from Fay as he turned to face her.
"Yup," Fay said warmly, "you and Wild Bill looking to get it on again tonight?"
"You better believe it," Diane said brightly, taking great pride in her sexual escapades with the silver-furred Texan.
"In fact, I wanted to see if you cared to join in again?"
"Sure," Fay said without hesitation, only for his smile to fall some.
"I just need to make a call first."
Understanding what Fay meant, Diane offered an understanding smile before leaving.
In truth, Fay had found himself walking in a rut the past few months, the Irish-wolf's mind seeming to blur everything together. It was tedious at that point, so much so that Fay had been seeking something else in his life. And he happened to find that in his future wife Terra, a former agent of S.U.C.M. who had gone by the codename "Princess."
Luckily, since the time he had been with he organization, Fay had gained quite a bit of coin. But, to not draw too much attention to himself or S.U.C.M., he had the money put away in a separate account managed by another party. Except, this party was a bit complicated. This particular person had all the right credentials; Birth Certificate, Driver's License, Social Security Number, etc.
The only problem was, this person didn't exist…except on paper.
And, well… Fay was ready to collect.
Unfortunately for Fay, what Terra said over the phone made his hearts skip a beat.
"What do you mean you're leaving me?" Fay asked over the phone.
Terra took a deep breath.
"I don't think we can be together anymore," she said sadly.
"I know what kind of work you do for the government, but now you have to choose; me or the mission."
Fay already knew what his choice was.
" I have one more mission, my love, then we will be together," he said warmly, then hung up the phone. And at that point, realizing he needed to relax a bit, Fay decided to take Diane up on her offer with Wild Bill, the trio going at it for a good while with Diane finding all of her holes being filled with thick, hot cum.
10 hours later…
The city of Zootopia was in big trouble.
Predators had been going crazy and attacking any animal in their sight.
But Fay knew that now wasn't the time to get cold feet.
Fay made his way across the rooftops of the city, looking for his target. He looked around and saw him in the crowd, standing before Lionheart, who had been named mayor of Zootopia. Pulling out his Remington 700, Fay took aim. There was a big chance at hitting an innocent animal, but that was a risk he was willing to take.
After all, his target was a member of the Lords of Prey.
Fay slowly squeezed the trigger and the bullet hit his target square in the head, killing him there on the spot. ZPD officers drew their weapons and quickly pulled Lionheart away from the scene. It had been a clean kill.
But that wasn't to say that his escape was that clean. As it turned out, the target had snipers of their own on the roofs of nearby buildings. And before Fay could even react, he was pinned down by a hail of bullets. Oh, he managed to get away…for a brief moment. But he found himself in a very precarious situation at the Zootopia Docks.
Thinking fast, Fay hotwired a nearby speedboat before zooming away. Unfortunately, the Lords of Prey agents were hot on his tail, firing relentlessly as they did. But, Fay, being the quick thinker he was, made a brilliant, or rather insane decision to ensure that they would be off his tail once in for all.
Timing it perfectly, Fay shot at the fuel tank on the boat, jumping overboard just in time as the entre thing went up in flames, leaving the Lords of prey agents stunned for about five seconds, before erupting in cheers.
And that night, the headline broke:
INFAMOUS FAOLAHD KILLED IN SKIRMISH WITH TERRORISTS!
But only three people…plus an entire organization knew the truth.
The next day, a wolf no one had ever laid eyes on strolled into the Municipal Bank of Calatonia, California. Oh, they had right credentials; Birth Certificate, Driver's License, Social Security Number, and the signature was a spot-on match.
"I must say," the female alpaca behind the desk said with a sigh as she tapped the stack of paperwork on her desk, "we are very sorry to be losing your business. But I hope you enjoy your time abroad."
Offering a comforting smile, the bespectacled wolf, dressed in a fine grey suit, accepted the receipt of transaction from the alpaca.
"Thank you," he said kindly, "I'm sure I will."
At that moment, a rather dapper looking pig came up behind the alpaca, offered a slip of paper to the wolf.
"Here's your cashier's check sir," one Norman Reese said with a kind smile.
"Will there be anything else?"
"Yes," the wolf said with a rather smug smile, procuring a single white envelope from the inner breast pocket of his suit before handing it to Norman.
"Could you send this with your outgoing mail?"
"I'd be happy to," Norman said with a smile, taking the envelope as the wolf and alpaca stood.
"Thank You very much, Judith," the wolf said as he shook Judith's hand.
"Thank YOU, Mr. O'Brian," Juidth responded as the wolf walked away.
In just under a week, Samuel O'Brian visited half-a-dozen banks throughout the U.S, from Calatonia to New York, from Boston to L.A. By the end of it, he had walked away with 10.3 million U.S. Dollars…a very lucrative severance pay.
Not long after that, Fay returned to his lovely girlfriend Terra.
"Terra, I have given my word that this was my last mission. I am now Samuel Davis."
"I love that name," she said hugging her beloved wolf. Two years later, they were married. Time past…
3 Years Before the Zootopia Crime War
Sam sat beside Terra. Their two kids, Anna, who was ten, and Liam, who was seven, sat beside them, just watching the TV when there was a knock at the door and an eerie tune was being whistled. Sam quickly went to open it, only to find himself shocked to see a white wolf with red eyes, wearing a poncho and who looked to be a little too happy.
"I am here for you, Irish Devil," he said pulling out a piece of paper.
Sam noticed it as his pink slip from the day he resigned from being an assassin.
"It says here that you're dead, Mr. Fay," the wolf stated with a creepy smile.
"FAY DAVIS is dead. I am Sam O'Brian, Author and historian," Sam countered, but the other wolf shook his head.
"And I'm Death," he proclaimed proudly.
"So you will come with me."
"You won't take my husband," Terra said protesting to Death's demands.
Death looked at Terra with a frown.
"Oh, really. Are you going to stop me?" he challenged. Terra looked at Sam and shrugged.
"I am Death and I never fail to get the ones I have been sent to claim."
"Couldn't you wait until my family had dinner first?" Terra asked.
This caught Death off guard. He sniffed the air and could smell the fresh rolls with melted butter. Another sniff let his smell the roast beef with mash potatoes and gravy. It was all so good that Death began to water at the mouth, and he couldn't say no to a good meal. After all, being a spirit claiming souls did work up quite an appetite.
"Very well," he said with a smile and hurried to the dinning room.
The atmosphere around the table was cold as Death stuffed himself with food. Sam poked at his food with his fork, while Terra stirred her iced tea. Little Liam sat silently just looking at his food, he didn't feel like eating at the moment, but Anna was staring at Death with a dreamy look in her eyes. This did not go unnoticed Death.
"I'm not going to spare your father," he growled at the young teen. Then Death's red eyes glowed.
"And stop touching my dick!"
Anna showed Death her hands.
"I'm not touching you," she replied.
All eyes shifted to Terra.
"I really don't want to lose my husband," she sobbed, but Death simply laughed.
"Thanks for the meal, but it is now it is time for Sam to come with me," he said to the distressed she-wolf. Well, if there was one thing Sam wasn't going to let happen to him, it was letting Death take him.
The once great assassin jumped up from the table and grabbed a knife from off the counter. Death looked rather pleased that this was going to be a challenge. He felt he should at least give Sam one warning.
"Many think they will be the one to beat me," he said drawing his twin hook swords.
"But nobody has escaped me yet."
Then Death rushed forward and swung his blades at Sam.
Terra grabbed her children and pulled them close as she looked on in horror as her husband and Death battled. After a brief scuffle, Sam was able to slash Death across his leg, causing said wolf to stumble. This gave the former assassin an opening.
With one good kick to the face, Death was sent flying into the wall. Sam got ready for another round, but Death was unable to move.
"Damn," he cursed. "You messed me up good. Listen, with me unable to do anything, this world will not be able to experience the fear of dying."
"Wait, you mean no one will be able to die now?" Sam asked completely shocked.
"Si," Death replied with an angry frown.
Down in the heart of Jasper City, King Bear and group of his men were about to execute a snitch in their ranks. King Bear pulled out a custom made Colt .44 and fired. However, the snitch was still breathing. The Jasper mob boss then fired the remaining five bullets and still the snitch was standing.
"Johnny the Snitch, why won't you die?" King Bear asked.
Johnny shrugged.
"I would tell you if I knew," he said, before King Bear had his men tare him to shreds. And even after that he was still breathing.
Not far off was a four-way intersection which was known for being really dangerous to cross. Speeders would ignore the red lights and just keep driving. Mayor Winston looked both ways and saw no cars coming, but as he crossed, Cain came speeding towards the mayor in a 2006 Dodge Ram. Winston had no time to react as he was run down, his body being crushed by the truck's tires.
Cain did stop there, he back over Winston before running him over a third time. The dark wolf couldn't believe his eyes as Winston got back up on his feet.
"Wow, I really need to put a traffic cop out here," Winston said to himself and walked away.
All over Jasper, people was testing themselves to see if they could survive anything. This however only angered Death. He turned to Sam who sat next to his wife and kids. "Look what has happened," he said to the Irish wolf, "I am a laughing stock. Now you have to make this work."
"How?" Sam asked.
Death smiled.
"By becoming me for one day," he said.
"Not happening," Sam protested, but Death countered.
"If you don't kill some people, then I'll kill you, your kids, then I'll fuck you wife then kill her."
The next thing Sam knew he was wearing Death poncho and was driving to the city with list of people who were suppose to die. While he was away, Death made himself at home. His red eyes stared at Terra and she felt really scared. For a good twenty minutes all Death did was fallow Terra around the house until she turned to face him.
"What will it take for you to let my husband live?" she finally asked him.
Death smiled as his eyes glowed brightly.
"You," he replied. Then he walked up to Terra and began to kiss her neck as his hands began to unbutton her shirt, freeing her bra covered breasts. The Spanish she-wolf then called out to her children.
"Kids, go down to your grandfather house, I'll come to pick you up later."
Sam arrived at the house of an old cat named, Old Man Jinkens. Sam knocked on the door and when Mr. Jinkens opened the door, the Irish wolf reached out and touched him.
"Rest in piece," he said.
Old Man Jinkens fell over dead.
"All right, I claimed my first victim as Death," Sam said, then held up his hand to several bystanders.
"High five! Anyone?" he asked, a cheetah high fived him and died there on the spot.
"Note to self, don't go to the bathroom," Sam said before going off to get the remainder of the victims.
Back at the O'Brian house, Terra was on her hands and knees with her panties down around her ankles. Death was on top of her with his dick sliding in and out of her ass. The beautiful Spanish wolf looked to be enjoying being fucked by Death, but why would she be when her heart belong to Sam? It was simple, Death had been around since the beginning and had learned a thing or two about pleasuring people.
"Oh, Death. Fuck me," Terra moaned as Death hand moved to her breasts to grope them.
"You got it," he smiled, before biting down on her neck.
Sam was now at the house of a known drug dealer.
"I have come for you, Jack Manson," he said to the stoned bull.
Jack looked at his smoking joint in his hand.
"I knew I should have been a doctor," he said coughing a puff of smoke.
As Sam moved in to touch him, a very stoned vixen rushed up.
"No!" she screamed.
"I won't let you take my husband!"
Then she reached up and grabbed Sam's arm and died right there. The Irish wolf looked rather shocked and confused by what just went down.
"Um, not that it matters, but her name was Mason also," Jack pointed out.
"Eh, Good enough," Sam grumbled and walked a way from the sight.
Back at the house, Death now had Terra under him in the bedroom she shared with Sam. He was now balls deep in her pussy, thrusting like crazy as the two of them were locked in a heated tongue filled kiss. Breaking the kiss, Death gripped Terra's breasts and gave one more powerful thrust, spilling his hot cum into her.
"Shit Death," Terra gasped as her pussy milked Death's big dick. "I have never been fucked like this," she said then kissed him once more.
"Glad you liked it and you don't have to worry about Sam," Death said pulling out of the kiss.
When Sam came home, Terra had already picked up her kids and Death was waiting to retrieve his stuff from the Irish wolf.
"What have you learned today, Sam," Death asked.
"That life and death must be respected, that even an assassin must respect the life of his targets, which I had not done." Sam confessed.
"Good," Death said, then leaned into whisper something into Sam's ear. "Also, I totally fucked your wife."
Sam looked shocked and looked at Terra who was blushing in embarrassment.
"Who wouldn't want to fuck her," Sam said under his breath as Death left.
Present time…
Death sat beside Sam at the bar of the Moonlight Howl, the two of them sharing a drink.
"Be on alert, Sam. The Lords of Prey are coming," Death said as he down his drink.
"I'll be ready," Sam said as he downed his drink, his mind reeling from the news he heard.
