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Dark Falling - Chapter 10

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Chapter 10

‘The sky is different today.’ The furred figure confidently concluded as she moved across the lands of her birth. Her center of gravity close to the hard surface of the ground beneath her. A long orange colored scarf lain well against her back, away from the ripping sharp rocks beneath her tightly clothed figure. Indeed the sky was different today. The eternal twilight that had long draped the dark skies of her land was being lightened, by what, however, she could not yet know.

It was not something she thought poorly of. In fact, she thought it rather appealing to live in. There was more than just visions of the eyes she saw with the light now, she was seeing the visions of her own mind as well. Memories that she had not buried, but simply was far more vivid when given the right tool to see with. And a physical tool that the entire kingdom, and possibly realm, could see, was most surely a tool she could, and did, use.

Discolored rocks fell from their place as the slender figure moved across them. Meticulously worn high heels doing and expert job of avoiding all of the loose blue rocks. Her own sharp claws grasping only the most sturdy and hard of the rocks she trailed across. The very tips of her raven colored hair nipped the edges of the hard jagged edges beneath her, but not a tip caught or tore amongst the angered ground.

Sparkling emerald eyes looked forward once more, beyond the path she was taking, and to the destinations she was going. That light, it never seemed to grow, nor did it recede. Much like the sun, she knew, but the sun moved, didn’t it? Yes, she knew that much. And yet, this was not like that orb in the sky from the world of light. So what was the cause? Some form of explosion? An experiment gone wrong perhaps? Maybe even right just to add to it? It didn’t matter really, she just needed to see it. Call it natural instinct, or maybe even an intense sense of purpose, but that light did more than just beckon her, it called to her.

Sharp claws dug into the soft dirt as her near crawling form moved from the jagged rock formations to solid ground, hard earth, and blue grass beneath her paws. The soft ends of the short vegetation tickled her sensitive paws, earning a satisfy growl from the back of the furred animal’s throat, shoulders hunching in the blissful moment of pure enjoyment, but as her claws dug into the ground, tearing up the very thing that gave her please, so too did hers leave, and the very goal was crawling to reach come into view again.

The very idea of her having to sneak in the land she grew up in sickened her. A home that she had nothing less than absolute love for, and yet was called an enemy by many of her own people, and an ally by so very few. So crawl she must, to avoid those who wish to see the worst happen to her, and set the worst upon them. That brought an idea. What if this light was something of their creation? They did wish war with the light, the very thing they were apart of. War with the others side of their being. A foolish move that she could see no logic in, and yet was called an act so needed that her damned replacement of a father was set into doing. It angered her beyond belief, and she fought it to, hard, but that still didn’t change what she was now, for now, and only now. A vigilante. Fighting the good fight for who really needed it, not who wanted it. And god, did she ever love it.

The light grew brighter over the hill as she made her last few reaches with her claws, boots pushing neatly off the ground behind, not even the smallest click of sound removing itself from the ground as she finally came to a halt. Perhaps it was the first time seeing such an object as she did now, or maybe she was just so tired her eyes were lying to her, or it could even be all the stress of her life combining into just one moment of lunacy. Whatever the final idea was, what was in front of her was final.

The golden triangle floating above her head, brighter than any star or light she had ever seen. Each corner of its magnificent form, sharper than any point she could have ever imagined, even that of her own claws.

So blinding.
So painful.
So harsh.
But still, so… wonderful.

Kairi.” She almost jumped through her skin when that voice spoke. Her ears twitched in nervousness as her emerald eyes searched the blue grass field around her. From the rolling hills of the light blue grass to the still sharp dark blue rocks, there was not another soul on that plain other than she. The light was no doubt from this, the twilight of the sky already being pushed slowly away from the near blinding light of this… this… pyramid?

No, not a pyramid.” There it was again, her body flipped at the voice, claws out and sharp. It was mocking her, completely toying with her, and that pissed her off. A playful time between friends, that didn’t matter to her. But some mysterious voice she had never met or even heard before, that wasn’t a friend.

“Hey!” She called into the sky, her attention all but directed towards the triangle glowing in the sky, rotating on a very slow axis. “I don’t who you are, but come out now!” Alright, even she had to admit that sounded lame, but if her voice was convincing enough, her claws sure would be.

I am not hiding, young guardian of the twilight.” She still wasn’t scared, she was almost never was, but now, having this voice speak to her as if it knew her, that pricked a cold tingle down her back. As if on instinct, her arm wrapped quickly around the orange scarf that she indefinetly wore around her neck. Holding her arm close to her chest, with her claws still bent back and sharp for the tearing. If she were to be ambushed, if some… unfortunate force were to take her, it would not be that scarf that would leave her first. The gentle wind pushed it in her arm as it twirled around her arm. Not nearly enough to rip it from her body, but enough to let her know, it wasn’t going anywhere unless she went with it. Just like it always was.

Maybe there was no one talking to her. Odd as it was, it made since. Not like her past few years were easy on her. The stress was unbearable, no doubt. What if the voice was in her head? Was she crazy? No. A smile graced her lips at the though, head slightly shaking at the idea, fur waving with the movement of her head as it did. She as a lot of things, crazy was not one of them. Just a rest, a quick cat nap, that’s all she really needed right now. Just had to go back home and take a nap. The light nearly out of her mind as her long legs began to walk back to the unforgiving rocks of wince  she came. The light would be gone in the returning of the twilight. As long as the king was not behind this force, and as long as there was no threat to her people, there was no reason to worry. None at all.

I’m very real Kairi.” Her legs moved a bit quicker.

I’m not going anywhere without you.” The grass beneath her high heeled boots started to peel at her increased pace.

You can not run from me child” Running now, a gentle jog like a cool down run, nothing to worry about.

You need me, guardian of the Twilight” Sprinting, yes, she felt the need to sprint! Her legs moving as fast as they would manage her to go.

I’m right here child, come to me. I’m yours to take, to use, to enjoy!” Racing! Yes! Now her arms had need to run! Paws of the front and hind legs tearing the ground with her sharp claws as she moved as fast as she could away from the light. Not even the sharp rocks that did well to cut her sensitive paws stopped her now. The emerald eyes of the furred creature were wide with fright as she moved faster and faster from the light.

The light… it was growing!

Indeed, as she moved across the rocks of her land, back to the place she called her home, the light was indeed looming over her now, no longer a light beyond the hill, but a force floating no more than a few meters above her head.

Now she felt fear.

“Leave me alone! Now!” The growling command came from her mouth, eyes sharp with anger as she looked above her during her run. It was that damn Pyramid following her again! Was that the voice? Was that deep dark voice from the pyramid? She felt like hitting herself. No duh it was! Where else would it have come from? But now was not the time to scold, now was the time to escape.

Her legs pushed hard against the rocks, pebbles and stone shifting off of the rocks as she jumped high and long against the rocks now. No longer a run, but an almost doge tactic move away from the light. She could lose it, oh yes, she was a wolf. If there was one thing they were ever good at, it was running down prey. Now at this moment, it was running home. She was not a coward, and any man or woman who would ever say such would deeply regret it, but to run from a glowing gold Pyramid that chased her with nearly perverse words flowing from it, anyone would run.

Not a pyramid child of the twilight.

“Then what! What are you!?!” Her tail caught on a rock. Gods knew how, but it did, and she stopped immediately and painfully. A cry came from her mouth as her body was thrown back from the force, paws moving quickly to the sensitive appendage of her lower back. Caught between two rocks it was, almost ironically so.

Relax child.” Like hell. With furious speed, she tore her tail from the rocks, a small tear coming from her eye as she did. There was going to be a bald spot, no doubt, but her life was more important than the look of her tail. Moving on a pivot, she turned, to run again, but found herself no longer able to. The path was still there, right in front of her. Nothing was blocking her path. The light, in fact, was no longer in sight. No where in her field of vision, or even extreme sense of hearing. There was nothing she could feel, see, hear, or even smell. And yet, she could move.

I am the Triforce, child of Twilight, and I am yours.”

The pyramid… no… triforce…. was… in her? The twilight grew dark quick at the thought, and her lids slid close to met the darkness, despite all the light.

‘The sky is back to normal.’ She confidently concluded.

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Where did that power come from?
Was it always within him?
Did it come with the loss of his heart?
Why did he do such a thing?
Who was that strange creature he had given that power to?

The questions only circled in the mind of the silver hat-wearing elf as he walked forward in the void. His blank sightless eyes staring ahead into the nothingness, already confident of his destination he knew nothing of. The heavy boots of his muscular body impacted an unseen floor, the clanking of metal sounding loud through the empty space of time.

How was he to know what was to be done?
He shouldn’t… and yet he did.
Was there some force within him, driving him, controlling him, leading him?
Perhaps there was, he felt as though there was something pushing, but not leading.
So he was told to go, but without having to go, then why was he going?

Even as the thoughts continued to move through his mind, the leges and arms never ceased their sway of movement, still dedicated towards the unknown site some where ahead of him. His marble face was as mute as a cut tongue, no viewable sights of pain, fear, contemplation, joy, sorrow, anger, or even wonder about him. If any were to see him, they would see a elf knowing where he was to go, but the story was far different within his mind.

Then who was next?
Where was he going?
Was this to happen again?
Perhaps this was his purpose. To simply give powers to those who appeared to need it.
But why not simply aid with his own as he had before?
He had helped before. Given hope to towns and kingdoms with no conditions.
Then how did he come to this?

Even with those final thoughts still in his mind, the elf moved forward in the void, pushing further into this unknown, unprepared for what was to come. Ahead of him, without his command or control, a dark portal ripped itself in the void, swirling in a mass of hatred and envy. Nothing within gave him fear, he could not feel it, nor did it give him hope, he no longer knew it. What he did know, now and only for now, was that he was to go through it. Where it would lead, he did not know, but he did know this.

He would survive.

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BAM!!</i>

A shot rang out loud and clear, scattering the birds for miles and they flew from the nests in freight. Few trees in the dense jungle shook in a line, something moving beneath them with much power in its step.

BAM!! BAM!!

Two more shots, but with the path still continuing, two more misses. But now the line moved quicker, more agile, and far more deadly. Perhaps the figure, whatever it was, sensed its end coming, or a force that wished to end it. The very thought can drive the most calm of animals mad with fury, and the sanest of beings into a crazed rampage. Now this force in the jungle was moving, and with the shots of guns still ringing loud in its ears… the fury was beginning to grow.

But not away from the bullets, towards them, one figure stood tall in the jungle with mud-splashed boots and camouflaged gear. A cigarette burned bright and red on the mouth of man, whose chest was growing with his inhaled breath. As the breath was taken in, the cigarette shrank as the toxins were taken into his chest without care or remorse of killing his own body. When his lungs were filled, he spat the cigarette away from him with an angry snarl set on his face. Pissed off was a very poor  word to describe him now.

He was ready to kill, in mind and most certainly body.

“That damned beast!” He snarled with an angry hiss. Eyes squinted in a fiery anger at the still shaking trees. “I’ll get ya, ya stupid monster!” With that, his gun was set forward once more as he marched further into the dense jungle, gun ringing loud and harsh through the once calm brush.

The target he was after far ahead of him, however, was not running for life, no, simply running to think. There was so much going through the mind of that pink scaled beast as her talon feet gripped and pushed the dense underbrush at her feet, projecting her forward with might unparalleled by any humanoid being. Nothing less than a massive juggernaut in the jungle was the so called beast. Even with its brown tinted fur hanging from the back of its neck as it turned around the trees, it never stopped thinking.

Its talons grabbed the ground and spun itself hard against a tree. The tan sweater she wore was ripped slightly against the hard bark of the tree, but her scaled kept whatever pain it might of felt was nonexistent. Whoever this man was, he was serious about his job, or hobby, or whatever the hell he wanted to call shooting objects out of the norm of society. It wasn’t fear that caused her tongue to begin to sweat, her scales lacking the possibilities of any pores to secrete the cooling liquid. Her heat was rising, and the long jeans and heavy sweater that held her modesty in tact was doing nothing to help her in this heat.

She had to lose this guy, but how? Even now, the faint odor of his tobacco stick was more than prevalent in her sensitive nostrils. He was closing fast, judging simply by the increase in the odor. If she waited too long, then his damn boom stick would get her for sure. Orange slit eyes scanned the tree around it, from their tall canopies to the deepest underbrush. There had to be a place to hide, and if not hide, attack. There had to be one, always was in the jungle, and that had yet to be proven false to it.

The tree branches? Too open
Mud pool? No air, it could drown before the man showed up and went.
Tree canopies? The claw marks would be a dead give away.
Behind a tree? Any idiot could swing their head.

THINK DAMMIT’ it screamed to itself in angry thought. What could it do to get out of this? Then it came to her, hard as a rock and just as blunt. Not a tip of ease or sharp pain of warning, just the blunt truth crashing onto its head. So much so, that the idea forced her to ground, the weight heavy on its body. In a panic, the scaly clothed creature shoved the idea from it’s body, orange slit eyes settling hard on the figure before, shocked by what it saw.

The idea was a purple clothed cat.

The jungle heat must finally be getting to me.’ The creature almost confidently concluded as its wide eyes continued to stare at the large cat before it. The car was indeed odd, regardless of just its size alone. Purple fur and twin needles held in the ball of its hair, her face was flawless with detail, and in full view without the black hair hanging down upon it.. The cat was obviously female, her chest was more than enough proof if the style of her bar-midriff clothing and hairstyle was not. Eyes shut and mouth barely agape, her form almost appeared to be sleeping, yet it was more than plain to the pink scaled creature that it was more unconscious that napping. The purpled hued sunglasses she wore were held above her eyes, serving no purpose beyond decoration. That was confusing in its self. What would one in the jungle not need their sunglasses on? Not with her slit eyes did the creature need any form of eye protection, but a cat was one of the most sensitive of all, so why was she in the jungle with no care for protection of her eyes, or even skin? Beyond that, the color of her clothes alone were beginning to seem odd.

They were all black.

Even a child knows that the darker something is, the hotter it gets, and faster it gets. So why were all of her cloths suck a dark color in such a hot area? None of it added up? Who was she?

“I’m gonna get ya Rosey! Come out ya little monster!” The gruffy voice of the man bellowed from not far behind her. Now cold panic sweat her cold blooded body. Its scaley tail whipping flat and straight against the tree with her, but leaving the purple and black cat lying on the ground, still passed out and hardly breathing. Instincts were the only thing that acted now.

Its scaled tale quickly grabbed the cat from the ground, lifting her almost effortlessly next to her by the tree. The head slumped forward as her body was held up right, glasses nearly falling off and ears sagging as well down on her jet black hair. The added weight only forced her to grip the tree bark harder, for fear of falling over right in front of the man, whom she could tell wasn’t more than eye’s sight away now. Right now, conformability wasn’t one of the greatest concerns.

slump

The sloshing sound of a boot in mound hit its ears. And not nearly as far away as it had hoped. The man was so close, and with a boom gun as powerful as the one he had, there was nothing she could do now but pray to whatever deity on high could save. Her.

slump</b>

Even closer now! Its tongue was practically beginning to drool with amount of sweat it was producing. The cat it was carrying wasn’t much help either. Solid bone claws dug deeper and deeper into the bark of the tree, doing everything the could not to have the raptor jump out at man in cold panic.

SLUMP</b>

This was it. It had to make a decision now.

‘Me or the man,’ she thought with aa subconscial sense of dread. ‘If he doesn’t kill me, I’ll have to kill… him…’ The very idea of killing so suddenly nearly sickened her. This wasn’t some squirrel that she needed to eat, or even an unfortunate deer that was snacking on the wrong tree. This was a man, even if he was about as intelligent as a deer. He thought, he pondered, he questioned, he acted. Could it really kill something like that so suddenly?

“You’re gonna die ya stupid beast!”

Maybe it could. The moment it’s claws let go of the tree, the moment it was ready to kill the man, the moment it was ready to fight for its own life. The absolute unthinkable happened at the absolute worst time.

The cat groaned as she awoke.

“Hmm… Where dis?” She slurred in a very feminine voice, young, but hurt from the fall no doubt. Her eyes were a slate purple color almost, half-opened as slurred speech continued to come from her mouth. Even the sharp fangs of her mouth were of no less indication of her feline origins, and ferocious capabilities.

None of those thought passed through the pink raptor’s head as she dashed headlong and hard into the jungle ahead of her, hoping with all of her heart and mind that the man would be just one second too slow, one moment too late, one hair’s length too short to be able to get her. The man screamed behind her, roaring profanities she cared not to dwell any thought on. This was life and death, worse than that, her life.

BANG!!</i>

A hot bullet whizzed not but a hair’s length above her head. The wind it carried swept her brown hair on the back of her head so hard, it nearly wrapped around her snout. That was decent incentive to run faster, at least to her. With the cat still wrapped tightly in her tail, the raptor jumped, high and strong, into the dense jungle trees. The twigs and branches did little to slow her down, though the moss had an admittedly better effect to that. But her fear right now was not falling, it was simply going too slow to out run the man. Almost pathetic that it, a ferocious raptor, one of the fiercest of the animals to ever walk on solid ground in history, was being chased by some drunk with an ever too powerful rifle. Even more ironic, it was helping a purple cat that came out of no where.

“Wai…. What?..... Huh!!!” It sounded like the cat was becoming more and more alert by the second, according to the keen ears reptile. “Let me go! Hey! Drop me now!” And if her mind was playing tricks on her, the whippings of her tail enough of a sign. But this couldn’t continue! The damn cat was practically telling the man where they were! She to be stopped, or at least shut up. A talon hooking a branch with it’s pure bone strength, the mighty dinosaur held itself high in the tree, near the canopies of the jungle above. As great as this was, there was still one problem to be dealt with.

“Who the hell are you, you stupid bi- Hmm! Hmm!” The cat fruitlessly tried to yell through the cupped claw of the raptor, whom held the purple feline’s mouth clamped tightly shut. It cleared its throat, a quick gurgle of fluid sounding through its scaled neck as it did. This needed to sound soft, not so soft, but still calming, with a good sense of affirmation.

“Listen carefully,” it began. The voice was soft indeed, but not only by choice, but nature. A definite female of the species, her orange eyes and dressed attire fitting the profile well. Even the slight mane of dark hair hanging from the backs of her neck, fluffed out in a cute sort of way, was becoming more and more obvious to the raptor’s gender. “There is a very mad, and most likely drunk, chasing me. I have no idea. How you got here. But I do know. That you fell from the sky. Hit me on the head. And had you knocked out for all of five minutes. I’m going to let go now. Please. Don’t. Scream.” Each word was hit as a separate sentence, the emphasis clear and near impossible to miss. The large golden orbs of cat began to soften at the words of the reptile. Whether it be her tone of voice, or the lack of any proof against it. Whatever it was, it was working.

“I’m going to let go now. Go where you want.” As soon as she let go of the cat’s mouth, she would never stop thanking that mysterious force of the world that she did. For what happened next would have cost her her life if she hadn’t. And it all happened so fast….

“Look out!” The cat immediately screamed in an almost painful tone of voice. Just so high, so ear scrapping, that the raptor fell a bit back, and more to the side. And as she made those fateful steps, another metal projectile missed her by eyes length. No sooner did that bullet pass did her tail release the cat as she, herself, fell flat against the bark of the tree branch, hopping to find a way away from the bullet man. But she soon found that choice of actions… unneeded. The purple cat, once unconscious and free to the forces of the world, was no glaring at the clearly intoxicated man below, in his mud drenched boots and half gazing eyes. It was a miracle he could fire the gun so well, let alone walk straight. Even his 5 o’clock beard was a sign of something being ill in his mind, and more likely body. He was getting ready to fire again, that much was certain as he pulled the cock back on his rifle, casing flung out and bullet reloaded.

The sight was set.
The bullet ready.
His eyes gazing.
Finger on the trigger.
He never fired.
He was fired.

A blaze. A swirling mass of pure red flames was enveloping him. At first, the pink raptor had no idea what was happening, head already turned and ready to jump once more. But the mixture of the man’s cries and crackling flames was more than enough incentive for her to turn around…. And the sight was forever engraved in her mind.

His hair was shrinking, almost. Simply falling off and burning into ashes before they ever hit the wet mud of the ground below. His tattered and oddly designed clothes were doing nothing different, ashes to ashes and dust to dust. But the real sight was his skin. Oh, the horror. Every cell on his white tissue body was blackening into a sickly gray, dying still upon his body whilst his heart still beat. Fingers, crinkling up from the lack of nerve cells to support them, burned so deep that they were nothing but useless threading now. Once red lips melting, infusing, with the skin of his jaw, the blood of his thin skinned mouth oozing out, only to be quickly absorbed by the roaring flames. And the cries, dear god the cries. Not even a siren herself could make such horrible cries as the man did with his life leaving him, tortured in the worst way a life could be taken. His spirit, being pulled out one painful second at a time. Waiting patiently for the gates of hell as his body continued to burn in the already present flames.

And then it was gone.
And he with it.

She could do nothing more than watch that spot. That now dry, crusted, and life barren spot of the jungle. The one area that the flames had consumed, now gone, with the death that was present the only sign there was ever life there. Her orange irises refused to move, transfixed, almost memorized by the sight she had seen. Such beauty, and such pain. Which was more important, which did she want more, and which… above all… was the right thing to feel?

“Nice, huh?” Her mind blanked. The cat had spoken to her as if it was nothing. Wait….

“Did you… do… that?” She asked, claw waving loosely towards the charred earth far below them.

“Ya, you like it?” Definitely different.

“You just burned that man alive!” she screamed at the side-smiling cat, “Yea! I know he disserved it! But still, you think you could of… could of… could…” Her mind trailed as the adrenaline wore off. The quick intoxicating drug, the one organic compound that had more strength within it’s odd vials than any other known to man, animal, or machine. When ever the situation got dire, or the mind puzzled, it was set off like the drain tubes of a sinking ship, flooding the body with enough of it to send a runner into warp drive. Now when it wore off, and the mind much more aware, certain feelings always came back. Those feelings, the ones usually thought best to deal without, are the one that return first. And for the pink female raptor, wrapped in her now scarred and torn sweater and jeans, one certain feeling did come back.

Fear. Or more specific. A fear of heights.

“Ah!” A she quickly yelped as she gripped the branch she was on with all her might, talons shredding the bark as they dug deep into the hard surface of the tree. Her eyes were wide with clear fright, a far cry from the anger and bravery she had so clearly shown not but a few seconds earlier. This seemed enough for the cat to do one thing. Laugh.

“Ha Ha! What’s wrong? Afraid of what I can do?” Okay, so she didn’t get it.

“No! It’s not you!” She angrily replied, her tongue near hissing at the purple furred feline before her. “It’s how damn high we are.” That got a reaction. In fact, it was the last reaction she expected out of a cat.

She gripped the tree harder than the raptor. Now who’s turn was it to giggle?

“Hee hee hee,” the sound escaped the slight parting lips of the raptor as she eyes the fire cat before her. Such beautiful irony, it nearly killed her, that is… if the fall doesn’t first….

“What! Something wrong Chameleon lady?” What the hell kind of an insult was that?

“Just that. You’re a Cat. So why height. You should like them. Falls and all. Always on your feet.” Her words were broken through her clenched sharp teeth and still death-fearing mind.

“Yea well… what’s with you! You’re the one who got us up here! Aren’t you?” She quickly retorted. So true, but this was a bit different.

“I can be persuaded to jump when a man is chasing me with a gun in his hands.” Came the dry reply. This was going no where fast. But no where was better than down.

“Sure whatever.” Her eyes shut and lips curled in  an almost pouting manner. In any other case, she might have laughed. But her vertigo was winning over feelings of the body right now. They stayed there like that. Simply lying on the tree branch on some dense bark of a jungle plant, not moving or speaking for anything else other than the intake of the much needed air. Even in the jungle, their breaths were so deep, it threatened to kill any thing else that needed the precious gas.

“Name’s Hinote,” The cat spoke finally, eyes still shut and lips curled. If her sensitive ears hadn’t of heard it, she might have missed it. Fortunately, the growing silence of the forest was more than enough to hear her near whisper words. The gun shots and fire must have scared off all the other wild life for it to be this quiet, but it was still rather low on the radar of fears and worries right now.

“I’m Rose.” She replied with an almost equally low reply.

“Rose,” she began, voice softening in tone, but louder in volume, “How do we get down?”

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“Whoa!” The orange fox yelled as yet another claw missed his head by millimeters. Approximately 13.457 millimeters by his quick calculations. That’s over 1.34 times closer than the last swipe! Either they were getting better, or he was getting tired. The latter seemed more likely than the first. Breath was heavy, hair draped with sweat, blue glasses fogging over, green cape torn, not to mention he was almost out of ammo. This wasn’t looking good. His chance of survival was dropping faster than the church’s idea of Newton’s theories.

Another black claw swipped at him, his knees buckled just in time for the swift form to dodge the attack. A quick kick here, push there, now he was behind the black formless adversary. Pistol cocked, gun loaded, he pointed the muzzle not but a foot from the yellow-eyed head of the demon like creature. In almost slow motion, it turned to see him, only to have its head taken clear off the body. A sickening thump sounded down the narrow street as it collided on the ground, dissipating on contact with the surface. The whole event didn’t even faze the orange furred fox as he pulled off the shot, his lethal form only turned to see the rest of his foes.

They numbered nearly three digits, compared to his few bullets left.

“Great, now what” A thousand ideas ran threw his mind. These… things for now… they were nothing like he had ever seen or tested before. Their abilities were unmatched and total lack of thought made them an obvious henchmen to someone, or another thing. But they just kept growing. From the shadows no less, the very thing that was near impossible to erase. His dual 10mm pistols were getting the job done, but ammo wasn’t something he had a whole lot of right now. Home was a good mile away, not counting the unnecessary amount of creatures he would have to bob and weave through to actually reach the front door, and that was if there was even a house to go back to.

These things were just too powerful, but he had to keep fighting. He couldn’t turn out like… one of them…

Another jumped forward now, his metal beaver held down over his head, now a metal claw adoring his outstretched hand, intending to tear the flesh from the bone of its possible victim. Reflexes never failing yet, his forearm quickly caught the creature’s halting the attack as his boot found its way into the formless gut. The impact felt like hitting molasses, and sounded like a suction cup being pulled off. But the attack worked nonetheless, sending the thing flying back into the crowd of the dark forms around him. Some of their head turned to observe their ally turned projectile, and the opportunity was seen.

His gun quickly cocked, the fox turned on his heel and dashed headlong into the crowd of shadows before him, bullets raining from his gun like embers from a fresh fire. Each shot took a dark form with them, the dissipating dark clouds a sign of the enemy’s defeat.

CLINK!

“Damn.” He swore under his breath. Gun was out, useless now. The metallic object quickly found itself returned to the pocket of the combating animal as his dash continued. A small hole had been formed in the wall of the monsters, that much he was grateful for, but it was still going to take a bit of acrobatics to get this right.

Ten feet. The monsters began to move in on him, hoping to sack him to the ground all at once.

Five feet. Claws were raised as his feet continued to carry him, sickening glowing eyes staring nearly lustfully at the flesh of the fox as he continued his mad dash.

Two feet. A dark shadow, larger than all the rest, came forward from the crowd. Short stubby arms and hardly visible head, he looked nearly laughable, but death was sure to follow his form.

One foot. He jumped as hard as his legs could possibly allow him. A short arm reached for him, the fine detail of the fingers made evident as it missed his head by just a few inches, passing between the ravine of his ears, and draping along his green cape, before fully missing its target, now safe back on the ground, and over the walls of the things.

“Gotta go!” He nearly waved as mockingly as he dashed ahead of him, away from the monsters. This was it! He could make it! There was plently of ammunition at his home. Not to mention the security field and self-activating quantum colas that could take out nearly a dozen of those things. All he had to do was run, run like the wind was carrying him all the way home. Not a thing in this world, or visiting for the sack of reality, was going to stop his feet from moving down the road and to his house.

Home came sooner than.

A portal, not like the ones he had seen before, but a dark swirling portal of utter darkness appeared in front of him. Not a scale in the world could measure the hue and saturation elements of the element that he saw in front of him. For just a moment, he paused in his strides, letting the momentum he had done so much to build, fall as his acceleration decrease. Beneath his blue glasses, orbs of wonder were focused on the energy portal in front of him. What was to come of it? Was something to venture into it? Was he meant to go into it? If he was, where was it to go? What would it do? The very ideas of what it was possible made his tongue salivate with eager curiosity, despite the still advancing doom behind him. But with all the luck of the lady herself, a deep hiss alerted him once more to the reason of his escaping.  His feet were ready to move once more, gun drawn with only 2, tops 3, bullets remaining, intent on decimating the targets behind him, but the chance never came. He was fine, and he still was as he watched on it in eager delight, and sickened dread. Eyes as large as the sun, and as curious as a cat. The force he witnessed that moment was not from the darlings themselves…

It was from the portal.

A large silver streak of energy, a pure white disk of absolute power and momentum, came sailing through the energy of the dark matter as deadly as the guns he carried. All the little monsters that were only feet from the fox before, where now dissipating into the air around them, whatever life they were given gone. Their heads flying, limbs falling, and forms quickly decaying. It was a welcomed sight for the near dead fox. Oh so welcomed, but still so sickened.

“My Apologies” A deep voice spoke from behind him. The breath caught in his through at the voice. It was unlike any he had heard before. The cap upon his back, as torn as it was, nearly whipped hard enough to cause a rat tail as he looked onto the speaker behind him, and he was given thrice the amazing sight today.

The man, or elf, or thing, or whatever it was, was not something he thought was from Mobious. His clothes were silver, white decored, and donning a metal breastplate that had  a deep engraving of the planetary moon and celestial stars across the front. A heavy long hat, pointed no less, fell from his head, hiding very little of his pure white hair that poke well from beneath the cap of his hat. Even the metal gray boots he wore were nothing less than spectacular in the eyes of the fox. Such power he could feel from this man, in every detail, but what was he? The sword was a hint that he was someone to be trifled with, that much for certain. It was nearly twice his own height, twisted at the midpoint with green and purple tainted steels used in the creation. Dark red marks made their way down the checks of his face. Where they scars, or face paint? He couldn’t tell from his height, which was just a bit above naval height to the man. His white eyes, pure white eyes, looked down upon the orange fox, a mute face and read less expression set on his stone carved face.

“The need to stop them was in my best interest.” He was explaining why he saved his life? What could call for that?

“It’s… it’s no problem. Heck, thank you so much for the rescue. My name is Pure Fox and it is great to meet you.” Now that flatteries were done, it was time for questions, at least, that was what the mind of the fox felt the need to do. “Is that portal there yours? Where did you obtain that sword? Can you fire energy waves such as that on free will? Are there many more of you out there? Were your eyes always pure white?” And the questions continued to be poured. An overjoyed facial expression written on the young fox’s face as he continued to ask question after question, none of which were being answered by the unmoving figure, whom only continued to glare at him, or so he thought, it was so hard to tell when no pupils were given as a reference point.

“Stop.” Came the command, and he did. Normally, such a thing would require a sledgehammer and a very powerful Mobian to silence the genius fox, but the way this man spoke, the characteristics of his voice, it felt so… threatening? Perhaps that was it.

“I have need of you.” That threw him off.

“What?”

“I have need of you.” And as he spoke, one of his gauntleted hands reached for the thin air beside him, forming the very same portal he had seen not but a few minutes ago. It was amazing! A marvel! To see such a feet so close! It felt like the world’s edge was just meters in front of him.

In a way it was.

A powerful hand caught the nape of his neck, throwing him effortlessly through. Not good. Not good at all.

“Hey!” He yelled back, knees straightening as he rose from the ground, ready to run back into that god forsaken portal, but he stopped before a single step could be taken. It wsn’t just that he was shocked that the portal was gone. Nor was he simply shocked by the twilight that surrounded him. Nor was it the oddly colored blue grass at his feet that made the orange furred fox grow still in his steps. What made his moves so quick to cease, and actions ready to be stilled, was the muffled cry of a animal.

‘The tortured cry of a female timber wolf,’ he mentally repaired himself off of pure instinct, no pun intended to himself. Not yet anyway. The cry was almost hypnotizing in its chords. A dirge of utter grief and ignorance, and pure sorrow of loss and pain. Perhaps he was too technical to judge, but it felt right. So few studies he did do on the actual cries of animals, it became difficult to decipher after some time. But forgetting facts was not a trait he was known to carry. Pure the Fox shall never forget, he would often say, so now was no different. A timber wolf was crying somewhere in this realm, but why? That was more important to him than anything else.

Why?

Not where was he. Not how can this be. Not who was crying. Not even what this whole thing was about. It was only the why. Why was she crying. Why did this all happen. Why was that man looking for him. Those were all questions he needed answers to, but only one he could find now, and he most surely would. Dirt brushed off, and arms ready to go, he looked for the timber wolf his ears so faintly heard cry. Perhaps she was the one who needed him, as the man had said so clearly and well.
Wow... Just... Wow...
This has taken far too long to be updated, and Guardians is even further behind. I'm sorry to anyone who was expecting that before this, I just got permission from the Triforce Crew that I could use them in this story. So I did, for the entire chapter. Enjoy that, I poured my blood on this computer as I wrote it! (really did too)
Anyway, here are the credits again.
:iconinuyashas-hanyougirl: = Wicked Kindness / Camillia
:icononemoretothetop: = Nova the Fox
:iconrudolphtheehcidna: = Willie Werewolf
:iconnat33: = Mad Mind / Gem the Hedgehog
:iconblazedacat: = Kairi The Twilight Wolf
:iconroseraptor: = Rose Raptor
:iconpuretails: = Pure the Fox
:iconchibi-gardevoir: = Hinote the Cat
I love OC's, if that isn't plain already
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blazecream18's avatar
hinote seems just like blaze to me i was quite sure that it was blaze its like the name has just been changed from blaze to hinote