Mako wakes up in the middle of the street with the rain coming down. He notices a shadow of a fur standing over him but couldn’t tell who it was. The fur stepped closer and Mako could make out who this was but didn’t know the fur. The foxkat walked over towards Mako with a firm step and outward composure of the manner. Foxkat has bright red fur, yellow tip on the tail, with orange eyes and has a certain thing about them.
“Look’s like you need, a hand” said Foxkat extending there paw.
Mako accepts the foxkat’s paw and get’s off the ground.
“Thanks, for the help” said Mako.
“Your, welcome” said Foxkat.
The two look at each other as this awkward silence is surrounding them. The rain begins to stop and the sky clears up as the sun comes out behind the clouds. He digs through his pockets to find the photo along with a note pad to write any details down. Mako writes down everything leading up to this point including the foxkat in front of him for future reference.
“Did you, see what happened here?” asked Mako.
“No, all I saw was you on ground” said Foxkat.
“I see and do you know, who this is?” asked Mako holding a photo of Scott to show the foxkat.
“I’ve seem to recall seeing, him at St. Love joys hanging out with a girl. They looked to be almost twins, if I do say so” said Foxkat.
“Anything else, you can give me?” asked Mako while making a note of it.
“There was anther one, there hanging out in the shadows looking onto the pair. I couldn’t make out who was, as it seemed to be a black costume of some kind” said Foxkat.
“Thanks, for the help as you’ve been quite helpful” said Mako as he wrote the last bit of details down.
“Your, welcome” said Foxkat.
The two of them separated and walked in opposite directions of the road. Mako was in thought about what would cause the attack and if there was any trace left after the rain. He knew it would almost be impossible to find any traces left afterwards. He made his way home as he could here ruckus along with seeing the town getting worse. He walked up to the apartment and noticed some graffiti on the walls. He walked up to the wall and placed his paw on it and noticed the paint was still wet. On the wall it read the wolf gang rules and pay or die. He took into effect this one couldn’t be that far away and started to look for any sort of clues lying around. He looked around and saw some paint drops on the ground. He made his way in the direction of the paint drops heading even to a worse part of town.
In this part of town it was run by a croc that no ones ever seen and it not safe to come unprepared to this part of town. There are followers of this croc that beat up anyone and everyone who aren’t in there good graces. That if they have any at all and even beat up the police if they ever come to this part too. Mako looks around and see’s this little old lady coming out of the grocery story in her wheel chair with some food. He decides to help this lady out but before he could two of the croc followers tackle the lady and beat her up extensity while stealing her groceries also. Mako walks over to the lady as she’s in need of some assistance.
“Can I, help you?” asked Mako extending his paw.
“Yes, thank you” said the lady.
Mako helps the lady up in her wheelchair as it was bit of a struggle with the weight and all. He let’s out deep breath as he needs to catch his breath after all that.
“What, did they want?” asked Mako hoping to help her out.
“Nothing but, perhaps you could help?” asked the lady.
“I love to and may, I ask you your name?” asked Mako.
“Thank you and its Cecil Forrester” said Cecil.
“Is there any place or a clue perhaps, you could give me that would help?” asked Mako.
“I’ve heard rumours that the leader lives, in a building seen by night but not by day” said Cecil.
“What does that mean?” asked Mako.
“Not sure, but that all I know” said Cecil.
“Thanks and I’ll look into this” said Mako.
“Au revour” said Cecil.
“Au revour” said Mako.
Mako continued on his way down the street while looking at all the injured broken down furs even some bleeding with no hope of surviving in this neighbour hood. He even sees a fur getting beaten to death while being yiffed at the same time.
“I have, to stop this as it’s just wrong. No one deserves this and this croc has to pay” thought Mako clenching his fists.
He comes to the end of the trail of red paint pissed off and notices it was a dead end. He sees the can of red paint on the ground and looks up to see your next. He turns around and notices a group of the croc followers standing behind him with the intent to kill on there mind. He sees foxes, wolves, cats and rats ready to destroy him at any cost even with there own lives.
“For it has come to past, that who shall throw the first punch, will serve a bloody demise. You will all be doomed because you have, thrown many when I have thrown none” said Mako pulling out his blade.
None of them are fazed by the blade Mako holding in his paw and are more egger to destroy this cat. They all rush forward towards the cat but stop dead sort of touching him as a bell rings. The gang runs off and Mako tries to follow but loses track of them very quickly. He heads back to where he helped the elderly women earlier only to find everything been destroyed. There were dead bodies of fur’s, decapitated and in other ways words could not describe. He walked to the grocery store and saw the lady dead by her wheel chair.
“This, croc going to pay, a server sentence that even in hell, it won’t be paid” said Mako with evil intent on his mind.
He thinks on what that women said to him and wait’s till it turns dark for the clue to present it self. He wonders around the town and see’s one building he’s never noticed before. It was in perfect shape compared to everything else around it and he see’s some of the gang from earlier going in it. He looks up and notices a sign that reads in light there is darkness.
“Cleaver” thought Mako wondering how he missed this.
He walks up to the entrance to the club and notices there a big buffed up Doberman guarding the door.
“Password?” asked the Doberman.
Mako was stumped as he knew he couldn’t blow his cover yet and now needed a password to get inside.
“I don’t, know” said Mako.
“Incorrect and if you don’t leave, I’ll break your arm’s” said the Doberman.
Mako walked away as he was afraid that the Doberman would do it too. He walks down the street and sees no one in sights. Mako was exhausted from everything that happened today.
“I’ll be back tomorrow, for you croc” thought Mako.
He comes back to his apartment as nothing really has changed except for a bum sleeping in front of the place. He walks up the stairs and heads into his apartment 3B. He looks around and sees the place is as how he left it. The only thing that was different was a letter lying on the floor in front of him near the door. Mako picked up the letter and examined it closely. The read was vivid and had a couple clues that could help.
I am a friend and I’m here to help you. We’ve met awhile ago but you may not remember as it has been ages. I’m in the wolf gang but not one of them. I’m not even a wolf for that mater. I’ve been told by the hostage known as Scott that he will let you have anything you want if you save him. He said that after extreme ball torture and I’ve never seen anyone cry that much. I would do it myself but I’m in to deep and have many connections in here. I even have a lover within the gang but they don’t know the truth about me. I’ve heard from someone that you were looking into the croc and made it to the front door. Most have died getting that close. The passed word is el coco. I hope this helps from you friend.
A true friend
“Interesting to know and the croc going to pay dearly for, what’s happened” thought Mako while wondering who this was.
He sat down in his black chair with a lot to think about from today. With all the thought Mako fell asleep in the chair hoping tomorrow would get him closer to the truth behind all this.