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« on: January 09, 2011, 09:53:53 PM »
Matthew Cole looked his pocket watch, denoting the time of the day. He smiled; he had more than enough time to take a walk before having to go to his grandparents' home for dinner. Thus the reason he was dressed up in his Sunday best, he was going to enjoy a before Christmas dinner with his family; a tradition that he greatly enjoyed. He put on a blue winter coat, zipped it up, and then put on a warm winter hat, with his winter coat's hood covering the winter hat, and tied the cloth strings around his neck to keep the hat snug on his head before placing on his hands black furry gloves with small threads of grey threads to made them a little more colorful. He opened his front door and stepped out into the cold of December. He turned around and closed the door, having twisted the doorknob to lock it; he turned around and placed his key into the dead bolt and locked that as well. His parents were Christmas shopping so they had agreed that they would meet up at the grandparents' home, he smiled. He walked from his house onto the bare pavement of his street, taking a short cut through his old Elementary School playground. He looked at the sky and the low grey clouds. He had grown accustom to seeing the clouds and he knew that more snow was on the way, his snow boots making a soft crunching sound as he began his trek to his destination.
Soon however he was pulling the blue hood down further down his head, the temperature had dropped quickly and faster than he had thought possible. He was regretting not going with his folks to shop for his cousins; but this way, his folks could at least maybe shop for him at the same time. He was now regretting that train of thought but now, he needed to push forward; he was already halfway there and he just needed to get through the schoolyard. However as he entered the schoolyard, a strange sight befell his eyes. In the chilling air, sitting on one of the large red swings was what looked to be a young lady, blondish gold hair and what looked to be the top of a winter coat. He couldn’t see well because the chair’s back blocked most of his view. But something threw up warning flags as he realized standing over the lady, whose head way bowed down, was a man, who looked like he had come from the pages of a war movie. He had two belts of bullets strapped around his chest, with a small dagger in his hand, the hard face of a buzz cut marine want to be was looking solely at the girl. The clothing the man wore was what looked to be military surplus winter gear, but he couldn’t tell the expression on his face at the moment.
Matthew picked up his steps and began to run only to hit a patch of ice on the road and began to slide. In doing so, Matthew let out a startled yelp and began to wave his arms widely before falling on the ground hard, just as he heard a soft noise that he recognized from the Bond games he played with his brother that it was a silencer gun. Standing up, he looked around and realized that he was in danger, without thinking he ran while crouched and hit another patch of ice on the snow. Losing control, he hit the back of the swing, pushing it forward. The girl moved her legs which were tied together to slam them into the chest of the military man, who went stumbling backwards into the snow.
She began to mumble something and Matthew not knowing what he was getting himself into, or why someone was using the school as an execution place, he yanked the gag from the girl’s face.
“Thank you,” she said before trying to get up, but she winced at the pain of the ropes that tied her down to the chair. “Can you get me undone?” She asked, staring at the unconscious man, worried about him waking up.
Matthew, still running on adrenaline and not knowing what was going on, only nodded dumbly and did as he was asked. He picked up the fallen knife and noticed that there were strange carving on it, and the hilt was rather strange, however before he could look too closely he was kicked in the leg by the two feet of the girl.
“Stop standing like a deer in the headlights, and cut the ropes," the woman shouted. He only nodded his head and began to saw through the rope with the knife, noticing that for some reason there were pieces of paper with weird writing, like Chinese characters that were attached to the rope, his mind was snapped back from his musing as he looked at the strange paper by a snap, the ropes right away became lose and the girl without thinking jumped out of the chair, leaving Matthew little time to get out of the way, in the moment that it took for him to look away, the girl was already gone.
Matthew stood in the playground stunned, how could someone move so fast? How could they get away… why… He suddenly grunted as he looked down at a burning pain to see a small switch-blade now sticking out of his clothing. He looked and saw the military dressed man stagger up with anger in his face.
“You lost my quarry, you stupid, dumb boy. You just did things that you will never fully understand. Now… I will want my knife back,” With that he walked forward, grabbing the handle of the knife and yanked it out, staining his coat a blood red, and then he pushed Matthew onto his back. For a moment the man looked saddened but the same coldness and hatred returned. “I will let you see the snow one last time, but be warned, you have paid for interfering with the Hunters.” With those words the man began to walk away.
Matthew no longer felt cold, but warmth running through his body. He was saddened, he knew he was dying and that no help would arrive in time; most people would be inside out of the cold. He already could see the darkness spread from the edges of his eyesight toward the center. He was losing feeling and his hearing seemed to be duller. He saw a blurred figure over him, but he couldn’t seem to focus correctly anymore. He was trying hard to see who was there and even tried to sit up.
“Whoa, easy, don’t you dare sit up, you need to rest, rest, you saved my life from death, and now… I need to do the same, but rest; all will be fine, just try and relax.” The voice was soothing and reminded him of the warm cozy nights staying up late talking with his family and enjoying the warmth of family. He soon drifted off to sleep thinking that he would wake up and face his judgment.
He slowly regained his senses and tried to open his eyes, however he found no bright light, no smell of hospitals or anything else but a wood type smell, along with an interesting musty smell. He looked around and realized he was in a bed, in a small room, the blinds were closed and a fire was in a stone fire place. The entire scene looked like it belonged in an old Western movie. He blinked and then yawned; he raised a hand to his mouth and blinked yet again. Something was wrong, he remembered the cold, the strange encounter and… he sat up fully this time and realized that he had been stabbed, in the heart no less, he looked at his chest and found that it was freshly bandaged and that it covered his entire chest. Whoever did this sure went overboard on the bandages, he thought to himself. He moved his hands and felt the spot where the wound should have been, but he only felt the bandage and no red spots appeared on the linen wrap. He only blinked and decided that he should try and sit up and see what is going on.
He slowly swung one leg and was about to swing the other when he noticed something about his foot. It looked odd and strangely shaped. He blinked again, bending his knee to allow his hand to feel the foot, what met his nerves and what his hand told his brain was an almost impossibility. There was a fine hair-like feel to it, along with what felt like rough pads on the bottom. He blinked and walked over to the fire, and noticed that he was still wearing his suit pants and then he saw in the fire light a sight that made him waver on the spot and to put a hand on his head. He had paws, a red like fur to them, and he was standing on his toes, not his entire foot. He then realized that something felt odd as well about his head, realizing that there was a reflective surface, a rough looking mirror and he walked over to it, only to blink, there staring back were two blood red eyes, however his eyes grew adjusted and the red turned to gold and the shadows of two large triangle like ears on his head also became clearer and he saw that they were black in color, also covered in fur. He then noticed something twitching and moving back and forth at about waist level, he moved a hand to feel it, and he stumbled back; a tail, he had a tail, he had received two signals at once, one from his hand and the other from the new appendage. He was wavering on his feet and felt sick, that is until he heard the soft sound of something moving a lock like item on the door. This was too much and next thing he knew he was on all fours and standing on all his limps; his mind made a finally connection before an overwhelming instinct took over. He was most likely a fox and a rather scared one, because his tail went between his legs, and he pulled his ears back; his eyes showed fear and he crawled away from the door and ended up under the bed where he shook and quivered in fear of what would happen next. Where was I? What happened to me? Why did that man attack me when I was running on nothing but fear? Why, why, why? He asked as the door swung open, allowing what looked to be sunlight into the room, then he heard footsteps, which stopped and the continued on, suddenly the door shut, the room was plunged into darkness, before he heard the sound of metal scraping upon metal and the room let in more lights, he then heard and recognized the same voice he had heard before.
“Little boy? Are you in here? Please don’t hide, I apologies for what I am putting you through, but I need to explain some things, please do not be afraid.” Matthew only shook still when suddenly the two feet he saw, a light blond colored fur, almost suddenly became four legs on the ground. Suddenly the fox head poked its head underneath the bed and smiled. “I found you, I see you wanted to play hide and go seek, but there is no time to play. I need to explain my actions to my clan, and you have to come with me.”
With those words the larger fox grabbed in her jaw his scruff. He thought she would kill him, but instead he was dragged on the ground before being lifted up off the ground. He realized something right then; he was not just a fox, but a baby one at that. He looked around and blinked, for there were two blond tails he could count, and his mind finally locked up and he passed out once more, as he was carried from the small cottage and into a world he was not at all prepared for.
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