So this is a story that I have been writing over the past few years. It's not as long as it should be considering my constant need to put the story on hold due to my job, classes, and the like, but it's still going strong through development. Keep in mind, my story has some strong language and suggestive themes to go along with its criminal underground backdrop. If it's a problem, I'll edit my post to censor and cursing. And yes, the characters are all anthros. It just happened that way really. Wanted to mix it up kinda. So without further ado, here's the prolouge to the story. Based on if I get any comments, I'll post some more. Enjoy!
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“Hush little baby don’t say a word, mama’s gonna buy you a mocking bird.”
At the side of an interstate highway of rural Pennsylvania, in a small remote motel, the voice of a loving mother can be made out if anyone cared to listen closely. The mother, an arctic wolf, stood up with her new born pup in her hands.
“If that mocking bird doesn’t say a word, mama’s gonna buy you a…” She stopped short seeing her pup fast asleep. She rested him down on the bed next to her and wrapped him in the red and green covers, with a nice fluffed up pillow to rest his head.
She looked around the room. It was small, with schooners on the wall paper and in the dim light she could make out pictures of fish swimming freely without a care. She looked out the window. It was raining. A few times the light of a car would appear and then disappear again. She looked back at her pup, whose body was completely naked, save for the diaper he wore around his hindquarters which were secured under the blanket. She smiled, “Tommy, one day you’ll grow up to be a great person. You’ll have lots of little friends to play with and live a nice normal life. Then you’ll meet a nice girl who’ll love you as much as I do. And the best part of it is, you’ll never have to know your mean ol’ daddy and his mean ol’ business ever. He’ll never get you, Tommy, never.” She gently kissed her child on his forehead and could barely make out a smile coming from his muzzle. She could have giggled, but decided not to so her pup could sleep.
As she stepped up to get undressed, the room was lit by the headlights of a car. The wolf covered her eyes and tried to focus to see who it was, but in the back of her mind she knew who it was. The door’s knob began to turn, but was stopped. It was locked. The intruder didn’t hesitate to shoot the knob right off, and then proceeded to open the door. The wolf screamed at the top of her lungs and the pup began to cry, being disturbed from his slumber. At the door, another tall, slightly muscular, male arctic wolf stood. He wore a brown trench coat, tan pants, and a brown hat fedora hat. In his right hand he held a Colt .45 revolver. It was still smoking from the shot he took at the door knob. Now he pointed it up at the female and smirked as he fired at her chest. Her eyes grew wide as she fell to the ground in a limp fashion. Tears started coming from her face as she looked up and saw the male point the firearm at the baby. She winced at the thought of him shooting her pup as well. However, no shot was fired, and she could barely make out the male saying, “Someday this kid’s gonna be the death of me.” He took the baby and wrapped it in the blankets. The last thing the female saw was her child being carried away by the man…no…this monster. And she could almost hear here child scream “Mommy!” through it’s many tears and whines. Then, there was darkness, and her soul was carried away by the lord she loved and worshiped.
The male wolf shoved the hysterical baby into the back seat of his car and went back for the female’s body. He took the covers from the bed unused next to her and wrapped it around her completely. He took the body on his shoulder and put it in the trunk of his car. He got into the front seat of his car and growled while the pup kept crying.
“Shut the ******** up, you good for nothing son of a b***h!” He yelled. At this remark he stopped to think. Then he went into a maniac-like laughter. “That’s right! You really are the son of a b***h! The one that I ******** the hell out of!” He filled the car with laughter that almost drowned out the pup’s crying. He drove the car to a near by bridge which crossed over a large river. He parked the car on the side of the center of the bridge, got out of the car, and opened the trunk. The pup was able to pull himself to the window as he watched his mother being flung over the side of the bridge. And as the female wolf sank, and the pup cried, the male wolf celebrated by pulling out a cigar, lighting it, and taking occasional puffs whilst listening to his favorite song, Helter Skelter.
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Hope you like it so far. All critiques are welcome!
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