"Beep... Beep... Beep"
"I swear whoever set that alarm I will murder, vey slowly." I thought as the continuous beeping awoke me from my slumber. With out opening my eyes i tried to reach over and turn off the alarm but i found my arms were restricted. My eyes shot open.
"What the hell is going on." I looked around and saw that everything was white and the beeping was coming from a machine next to me.
"Ok, I'm in a hospital. But what for this time?" I asked myself. I went to lift the bed sheet but was once again reminded that i couldn't move my arms. When i looked down to see what was holding my arms there, i saw handcuffs attached around my wrists d to the bed rail. "What have i gotten myself into this time?" I tried to remember what lead me here. And it all came back. The surveillance of the bunker, finding an air vent hidden above the compound, the cops arriving, and deciding to go ahead anyway. Then watching those partners through a light socket in the roof, deciding I'd let them die, and them breaking through the trap door above to safe them. "Damnit Farcas, you're getting soft."
2 days earlier.
"Bloody rain." I muttered to myself. "I swear this is the last time I'm this far in the rainforest district" While the canopy might have stopped the continuous downfall, all the water that has accumulated on the massive leaves all came down in massive splashes, which liked to land on me. Every so often i would look down at a puddle and smile, but the animal that looked back at me was a stranger. I have a dark grey fur back and white fur front separated by a jagged blue line that ran the length of my body. However the white was almost completely covered in mud. One of my eyes was deep blue and the other shining purple, which always drew strange looks. Nothing, however more so than the two fins on my back and the long, tribal shark tail that swung behind me. All covered in fur. Why am i like this? I can't remember. Or anything else before i was like, nine or ten. It's obvious that it was important, or weird, or something. O stopped thinking about that quite awhile ago. "what can you do aye? Ahh well. Special job for a special animal" I said as i stepped over the puddle to continue my trek through the bush.
I had come equipped waring a thick black raincoat and black cargo pants, but after trekking through the bush for two days they were both soaked through and had more chance of hindering me than helping. So now i only wore dark grey active wear shorts, my thick fur insulating me from the cold and rain. I had also started the journey with a m16 carbine rifle, two 500 buffalo pistols, and an assortment of tactical knifes hidden from view. And no matter what animals say, the m16 is not invincible. After the first day, the mud and dirt had filled the rifle, and with no cleaning kit, i took it apart and scattered it around the surrounding area. I didn't want anyone finding a complete rifle, their few and far between and extremely dangerous. And by the time i reached the air vent, i only had one pistol and my knives lift.
"What the hell is that?" I said to myself as i saw movement on the access road 500 metres away. "were they expecting another shipment?" If so this could my plan. I needed to be in and out before they could move the target again. I need to find out, so i grabbed what was left of my gear, and ran as fast as my legs could carry me could towards the access road.
What was waiting for me there stopped me in my tracks. "Are those cops!" I whisper/yelled. "What are they doing here!" They weren't supposed to be here, this could ruin everything. If they smash through the front door, everyone will know and the target will be moved. "No, not this time" I said, anger dripping from my voice. As i said that, i spotted a rabbit cop, and a fox. "Seriously, what is this world turning to..." I thought. But as i said that the bunny seemed to look straight at me. I ducked and hid, not sure if she saw me. "I gotta go" i said, and my sprint back to the ventilation shaft began.
By the time I got there, i could tell that the fighting had started. The sound of bullets hitting steel echoed through the shaft. "Shit. Ok now i really gotta go." He thought. He grabbed his rope, found
a thick branch that hadn't rotted through, tied the rope to it, and with a little hesitation, lowered himself in.
The journey was very long. Im guessing i dropped about nine stories, roughly. I crawled along until i found what i was looking for, a thin layer of plasterboard like the ones below me on either side of the hall. "Probably occupied." I thought to myself. I waited for about five minutes, looking for the Panther to emerge through a light socket with no light. Then i heard a massive crash at the other end of the room, followed by the flipping of a table. "Cops! How did they get here so fast!" I went to check it out. "Really? Them?" I thought as I saw the token cops behind a table. "At least they got their breaching technique right" i sighed and went back to my position, and waited. "Ohh here they come! Time to see if there is anyone in the hallway traps!" I kinda felt bad for them as they were grabbed through the walls. So unfair. But then i heard the voice. "Well well, if it isn't the token police."
Time suddenly stopped. He was here, the panther. As far as i know he doesn't have a name, only a reputation. I crawled back to the plasterboard trap, and got ready to strike. "Not yet" I thought.
"But what about the cops" I argued with myself.
I Looked down and saw how defeated they were acting.
"There dead. I cant help them now without killing myself."
"How do you know?"
"Because thats how the world works. Only comic book heroes survive everything. And we both know that I'm no hero."
"You could be today"
"I have a mission."
"Fuck the mission, look at them."
When i looked at them again they were looking into each others eyes, and smiling. Something inside me clicked.
"Damnit Farcas, you're getting soft"
I smashed through the plaster board, and before i hit the ground i had a plan. There was no way of getting out of this Scott free, but i could still get out alive. I instantly threw my tail in front of me, taking the bullet. It hurt. A Lot. I grabbed some plaster dust of the ground and threw it at the dumbstruck Panther, then swung my legs into the standing bears just above the knee caps, knocking them over. Using the remaining momentum, threw myself to my feet, and charged at the Panther. I tackled him square in the chest, bowling him to the ground. He tried to fight back, but his eyes were still filled with plaster. I got to his throat, and heard a second shot. I quickly dragged my claws across his neck, and watched the life drain through his bloodshot eyes. I stood up and ran towards the bears who were nearly standing. I jumped up and against a wall to get me high enough, and used my elbow to strike straight down on the back of bear number ones neck. He dropped. As he fell i jumped off his back towards the other, and smashed my elbow against his temple. When i landed, and noticed there was no one left, i relaxed. "Now, whats a really smart, funny line i could use right now?" The best i could think of was "you guys are welcome" It was then i felt the burning in my stomach. I looked down and saw a sizeable hole in my abdomen, Blood was streaming from an open wound. "So this is how it ends huh" I thought to himself "Standing in front of cops with a massive hole in stomach."
"Could be worse." My mind told me
"Yea." I replied. Thinking of all the other scenarios I've found myself in before. "I guess it could. Better than the time i was left in a sewer drain, or the time i got iced by Mr big. But still, i got myself out of those."
"Well, get yourself out of this"
"Remember how i said I wasn't a comic book hero?"
"Remember when i said today you could be?"
I looked back at the cops "I never even got their names" and fell to the ground.
Sorry it took so long for me to upload this chapter. Ive been on holiday for the past two weeks and had no access to a computer. I still dont (ive had to write this chapter on my ipad). Ill have the next chapter up by tomorrow, as ive already written most of it.