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","writing":"[b]NOTE: THE FOLLOWING STORY CONTAINS VIOLENCE AND GORE[/b]\n\n[center][b]My origin[/b][/center]\n\nDarkness surrounded him as he felt a voice talking… babbling something. He felt dizzy and confused as he moved slightly the jaw. He could open it, that was good… he wasn’t gagged. That was a new one. In his mind only one thought crossed in that moment “Why does this always happens to me?” With a slight movement he noticed his legs weren’t tied, that was good. But he couldn’t feel the floor, so he was hanging. And he felt the arms extended upwards, so he was most likely cuffed to something since he felt no harness in his body, but still, he noticed no clothes. He was naked.\n\nLittle by little the voice became cleared as the sound of tools also sounded. He hated that. Right when he decided to try and give a chance to have a relation with a male, that happened to him. At least this time it wasn’t slavetraders.\n\n“You nearly awake already?” smiled the voice, rough and cold “Thought you’d never going to wake up, was ready to carve you out and chop you.”\n\n“As if…” grunted Dustin as he opened the ice blue eyes looking at a large beefy bull with a knife in hand.\n\n“That’s what I like the most, when they think they have a way out… though I prefer when they cry and beg” commented the bull sinking slightly the knife on Dustin’s hips making him hiss.\n\n“If… if you think I’m that kind of guy…” the otter looked around spotting at all the butchering tools that were there. Great… some serial killer for sure. Now he wanted it to be slavetraders. At least those were a bit nicer and cleaner “You’re wrong. You don’t even know who I am”\n\n“Ha! Rich boy wearing nice clothes in a club, looking nervously at the males… easy prey” said the bull as he completely sunk the knife on Dustin. But the otter gritted the teeth and leered at him “Easy life boy… though short now.”\n\n“Again, you’re wrong” grunted the otter as the bull brutally withdrew the knife making him bleed. His leg was a total pain now but he would live “Now you better put me down. I don’t care about your little childhood traumas.”\n\n“Traumas? HA! As if you know of that!” yelled the bull gripping Dustin by the balls and squeezing them tugging “I’d castrate you for that! You, rich boy thinking you know about childhood traumas?”\n\nDustin grunted. A scream nearly escaped him. But he knew that’d increase the guy’s ego and power. That was criminal mind 101 and he had studied that long ago in G.U.A.R.D. under the tutelage of his tutor. Instead of that, the otter challenged him again, leering at him.\n\n“I told you, you got the wrong type of guy” hissed Dustin as he tried to focus. He knew his hands would help for nothing now, and though he could charge his paws with electricity, he couldn’t shoot it from there. He had to be smarter. To gain time, tough probably he wouldn’t have much. He had to act… somehow.\n\n“You filthy rich boy… You know nothing of a hard life! Everything you know is to reach the hand and take what you want! I’ll make sure to put your stuff somewhere I can presume my new trophies” growled the Bull as he stabbed Dustin right in the side of his tummy. There went a kidney.\n\n“GH…” Dusti grunted but gritted the teeth again looking at the guy. He had to act now… and he was close… he was tall… his knees reached…\n\nWith a sudden movement Dustin lifted the legs with a powerful knee thrust right across the bull’s jaw surprising him and forcing him to pull the knife out. Dustin for the first time screamed in pain but looked at his captor baring his teeth.\n\n“You think you know of a rough life? Probably an abusive father or mother breed you, right? You ended up releasing your rage with little ferals… little by little looking for bigger preys till you killed for the first time right? Maybe daddy or mommy hit you? Maybe they tortured you?” Dustin was bursting now not in pain but in anger. The bull calling him a ‘rich boy’ was too much.\n\n“I’m gonna kill you now!” roared the bull but Dustin moved again with a burning pain in the side of his body lifting the legs and kicking the bull in the face using the claws to slash one of his eyes and pop it.\n\nBut the otter didn’t stopped there, as he was falling from the kick, he pushed another towards the bull’s face and sent him to the floor a few feet away giving him enough impulse to swing back and then again forward managing to free his cuffed hands from the hook where he was placed.\n\n“I’m gonna teach you about traumas” snarled Dustin walking painfully to the bull, who was holding his face, the knife fallen to a side, unattended. The otter kicked it away “For the look in your face when I was talking, everything I said is real, right?”\n\n“You little bitch!” roared the Bull springing up only to receive a powerful kick in the balls from the smaller otter, forcing him to kneel down.\n\nDustin walked to the table where a saw was already spinning. Gosh the man was a psycho! He took some more or less clean fabric and quickly improvised a compress to stop the bleeding on his body, mainly from the deeper wound that killed his kidney. He needed to attend that ASAP. But first…\n\n“DIE!” roared the bull running to him with another knife in hand, but Dustin ducked and dodged the slash. He had angered the killer; he had the upper hand now.\n\n“As if!” murmured the otter as he kneeled and used the elbow to give another blow to the bull’s testicles forcing him to drop over the table.\n\nDustin crawled out between the bull’s legs and kicked his ass. He grunted in pain and moved away again while the bull tried to recover. He found some duct tape and wrapped it around his body stopping the bleeding. Now only his hip was a problem but it was minor.\n\n“Arrogant… petulant… thinking you’ve lived the worst in the world” Dustin stumbled to a side and grabbed a knife holding it in case of being necessary “You called me rich boy because of the clothes I was wearing… but I’m not.”\n\nThe bull looked in anger at the otter. His eyes a sea of veins, but Dustin didn’t care about that. Dustin only wanted now to give him a lesson and so he continued.\n\n“I was raised in one of the poorest colonies of Mérida. I lived with a father that hit my mother… he forced me to look at the way he raped her. He forced me to look when he tortured her. And he also forced me to look when he killed her. Then it was my turn. For years he punched me, abused of me… he even sold me because having two murders added to the list of his crimes would be a little bit more than enough if it was ever found out.”\n\n“Aha, of course… fucking lies!” roared the bull and ran stumbling towards the otter, but Dustin moved as fast as he could and made him trip. The bull fell slamming the jaw on a steel table.\n\n“I was abused physically EVERY SINGLE DAY!” roared Dustin “Hits, punches, humiliations. Denied to go to school… Like you, I began killing little ferals to relief the stress. I began killing birds, then cats, then dogs…”\n\nThe bull looked at him. The guy’s face… it reminded him of his own when he was younger, when he killed his first victim. But he still was going to die and he’d enjoy carving his eyes out. He stood and tried to attack, but the otter threw the knife at his abs with medical precision stabbing and forcing him to stop, giving him time to pick the one he had dropped and aim at him.\n\n“I grew up, and enter a gang. I forced myself to be mean, to be the bad guy, to let others feel what I felt…” said Dustin as he gave a step back, spreading the distance between him and the bull “I menaced people… I took part on crimes, looking, without mercy at how my ‘friends’ killed teens. I wasn’t allowed yet. I was still too young and they thought I’d retract. But if they had given me the chance… I wouldn’t in that time.”\n\n“Yeah, you don’t think I’m swallowing that, right?” asked the Bull pulling the knife out and noticing how the blood started to pour out. Where had him hit him that was bleeding THAT much?!\n\n“You better stab yourself again there if you wanna live” snickered Dustin “I’ve learned a lot, and one of the first lessons were the points that might cause an extreme bleeding. Something you should have learned before stabbing my hip and reaching the bone instead of an artery.”\n\nThe bull had no choice, he sunk the knife again roaring and feeling dizzy. The otter was snickering, looking at him. Suddenly he dropped on his knees. He was feeling even weaker, and the guy looked at him with a scornful look, looking downwards without even lowering the head. The look of a gang member before killing. Was all that crap he was telling truth?\n\n“But one day my gang was attacked… I always knew I was different, but never actually showed it. I was never able to do it at will. And that day I could” Dustin aimed at the bull with the hands as some sparks of electricity crackled between his palms and fingers.\n\n“What the fuck?!” shouted the bull and immediately he was electrocuted briefly by Dustin.\n\n“The person I fought that day, instead of killing me, gave me another chance, and I learned that I was always wrong.” Admitted Dustin “Never having a real family I felt like I should let the world know how I felt by making it feel pain. After that, I really felt like I had a family. I discovered my suffering was not to be shared but it should have helped me to prevent others from suffering the same.” \n\n“Bullshit!” roared the now partially crisped bull “If you really…”\n\n“SHUT UP!” roared Dustin and he electrocuted the bull again “I’ve never killed before … but today, I’m willing to make an exception. You deserve it”\n\nDustin charged his hands again and electrocuted the bull making him shake and convulse drooling at first, then frotting and finally the corpse was lying burned with the ears bleeding just as the nose. The power of the electricity made the cuffs burst into hot pieces that burnt his fur in some parts, but he didn’t care about that.\n\nThe otter stumbled his way trying to find the door, looking for his clothes. He looked around and found a little hidden wall. He moved it and gagged looking at what was inside. There was clothing, ID cards… even pieces of people there. He looked away and closed it in the moment a door far away from his sight opened and a gun chocked aiming at him. Dustin looked that way, his vision was already blurry but he recognized the shape that ran to him.\n\n“At least this time wasn’t a friend of yours” murmured Dustin as he collapsed and his ‘savior’ held him so he didn’t fall to the floor.\n\n--- o ---\n\nAgain it was dark. But suddenly there was light. He was standing on the streets after being knocked out. He was standing there, with a leather jacket and torn jeans looking to the front at the wolgon that was standing there. With black leather vest, gray tee and jeans covered with leather chaps. Wearing a pair of black gloves. The guy looked like a faggot, girly build, even long hair.\n\n“What you want fag?” grunted Dustin leering at him and aiming at the guy with a gun “Want some bullets in you?!”\n\n“By the time you pull the trigger, I’d have your head in my hands kid” argued the wolgon with a snicker “The others tried it and you saw what happened”\n\n“Then I’ll take you hand to hand!” shouted Dustin running to the wolgon and rocketing a punch to the guy’s face. His fist slammed the right cheek, but he didn’t even moved an inch.\n\n“Is that all you got?” asked the wolgon and punched Dustin in the gut. The otter noticed he contained himself, but the power of that punch made his body to be lifted and thrown to the back, slamming against some trash cans.\n\nDustin stumbled his way trying to stand up. But the wolgon pushed him back to the wall with his dirty barepaw, pinning him there. He looked at him, downwards, more with curiosity rather than hate. Maybe he was hired by some other gang.\n\n“What are you waiting for?” asked Dustin “You slain all my friends! Why not do the same to me?!”\n\n“THOSE weren’t your ‘friends’” argued the wolgon “A friend wouldn’t tell you ‘Kill the guy or I kill you’. That’s stupid. A friend would have told you ‘Run and save yourself’.”\n\n“What do you know? Rich boy?!” roared Dustin “Probably you don’t know what is to live in a poor neighborhood, have the crap beaten out of you and…”\n\n“I lived in a place where we didn’t even had anything to wear… we were THAT poor” said the wolgon “I was born in a dark place, cold and full of mist where the rule was ‘kill or be killed’. That’s the kind of place I know as my home.”\n\nDustin looked at the wolgon but instead of feeling sympathy, he raised the arms.\n\n“Yeah, you wish that was true!” willingly he manged to summon electricity in his hands and shocked the wolgon. But to his surprise, the guy didn’t even shook, didn’t even move!\n\n“I’m immune to electricity boy” said the wolgon with a smile “But now I see that maybe you could be useful.\n\nWith a sudden blur, Dustin’s light went out as he was knocked out again. Then, many scenes played in his mind: him waking up in a hospital facing the wolgon guy next to a black panther wearing a leather military uniform and beret. Him training under the wolgon’s tutelage, him having a terrible time with a wolf in a slave auction, a nice time after that with the wolgon and the wolf who turned out to be a friend of his, him working his way into many lairs with a spandex suit. Then, him receiving an official padded armor suit as a graduation present, all by the hands of his smiling wolgon tutor who had been playing the role of a good father to him (even though he had his own family). Finally some scenes of him chasing down criminals played in his mind and near the end, a scene of him in the club, he sat next to the bull and looked vulnerable (but of course he looked like that, he was nervous, he was accepting the fact that, his female preference had been a lie because he didn’t wanted anyone like his father to be with him). The last thing he saw was the image of the “trophy room” of the bull. And that woke him up.\n\n“GAH!” screamed Dustin sitting on the hospital bed and grunting “Nggh… damn it.”\n\n“Morning sleeping beauty” said Draco looking at Dustin. He was sat on a chair, next to his bed, covered with a sheet. Keene was on the sofa in front of them snoring softly.\n\n“Am I still alive?” asked Dustin surprised “I thought he pierced my kidney.\n\n“He did” nodded Draco “But you acted fast and protected the wound. I managed to bring you to the hospital as fast as I could and they could clean your guts from all that nasty stuff and replaced the kidney. You’re lucky you’re a hero and G.U.A.R.D. has a list of organ donators.”\n\n“At least I’m not taking the place of someone that needed it most” said Dustin and looked at Keene “He came too? Where are we?”\n\n“CMA” said Draco “And yes, Keene was worried sick about you. You’re his teammate, remember?”\n\n“Right… yeah” said Dustin “Well, I…”\n\n“What have I told you?” asked Draco standing up and looking at Dustin, piercing him with his eyes, the red natural eye and the blue replacement eye he had on the right socked since he lost his eye against Tyr in their final battle.\n\n“Never to drop the guard” sighed Dustin. He never expected to be scolded after all that, but he had it coming.\n\n“What? NO!” shouted Draco smiling at Dustin “That if you ever decided to try dating guys, you can always come to my club! All the patrons there are safe and we make sure they are not serial killers!” laughed the wolgon as he rubbed softly Dustin’s shoulder “You made him think you were showing yourself vulnerable to hit on him. That was his modus operandi.”\n\n“All those poor guys…” sighed Dustin looking down “I wasn’t the first…”\n\n“I know, I saw all the ID cards. It took a lot of me so I don’t blow his house to the sky.”\n\nDustin looked at Draco. He had only seen him like that when he was extremely pissed off. That should have been a lot to him. Dustin looked at the sofa and saw Keene yawning and looking at him barely awake. The rabbit smiled and sat.\n\n“You’re awake!” smiled Keene rubbing his eyes cutely. He was already eighteen years old, yet he could still be such a cutie. Dustin blushed.\n\n“Yes, thanks Keene” smiled Dustin and the rabbit walked taking the seat of his adoptive parent as Draco allowed him.\n\n“I was too worried when I heard you were here” said Keene holding Dustin’s hand.\n\n“Well… I let my guard down” sighed Dustin.\n\n“I’ll leave you two lovebirds” giggled Draco and walked to the door making Keene blush.\n\nThe wolgon had knew long ago that Keene had the hots for the otter and that blushing in both’s face only proved that apparently, Dustin felt something akin to that.\n\n“One more thing Swift Spark” said Draco being formal. That wasn’t something random.\n\n“Y-Yesir!” nodded Dustin.\n\n“That guy’s head had a price. You made a kill steal from Eddy, you got the reward” said Draco taking a debit card from his pocket and throwing it at Dustin who caught it with the free hand hissing as the serum syringe moved “Y’know… maybe you should stop going to random clubs trying to find someone to date when probably there’s someone else closer than you think.”\n\nKeene blushed and looked at his ‘mom’ with a pouty face. Draco snickered and grabbed the knob of the door.\n\n“Oh! One more thing, make sure to take Keene into a nice date, ok?” and without waiting a response Draco left the room hearing how the pillow slammed the door. Keene had taken it and tossed it.\n\n“K-Keene?” asked Dustin looking at him.\n\n“M-m-maybe I find you attractive” said the rabbit looking away “N-not because you’re three years older and such. Just… maybe… cuz you’re handsome… but just maybe! I’m not saying that…”\n\nDustin smirked and moved close smooching Keene’s cheek.\n\n“You like French food?”\n\n“Y-Yes”\n\n","writing_bbcode_parsed":"NOTE: THE FOLLOWING STORY CONTAINS VIOLENCE AND GORE

My origin


Darkness surrounded him as he felt a voice talking… babbling something. He felt dizzy and confused as he moved slightly the jaw. He could open it, that was good… he wasn’t gagged. That was a new one. In his mind only one thought crossed in that moment “Why does this always happens to me?” With a slight movement he noticed his legs weren’t tied, that was good. But he couldn’t feel the floor, so he was hanging. And he felt the arms extended upwards, so he was most likely cuffed to something since he felt no harness in his body, but still, he noticed no clothes. He was naked.

Little by little the voice became cleared as the sound of tools also sounded. He hated that. Right when he decided to try and give a chance to have a relation with a male, that happened to him. At least this time it wasn’t slavetraders.

“You nearly awake already?” smiled the voice, rough and cold “Thought you’d never going to wake up, was ready to carve you out and chop you.”

“As if…” grunted Dustin as he opened the ice blue eyes looking at a large beefy bull with a knife in hand.

“That’s what I like the most, when they think they have a way out… though I prefer when they cry and beg” commented the bull sinking slightly the knife on Dustin’s hips making him hiss.

“If… if you think I’m that kind of guy…” the otter looked around spotting at all the butchering tools that were there. Great… some serial killer for sure. Now he wanted it to be slavetraders. At least those were a bit nicer and cleaner “You’re wrong. You don’t even know who I am”

“Ha! Rich boy wearing nice clothes in a club, looking nervously at the males… easy prey” said the bull as he completely sunk the knife on Dustin. But the otter gritted the teeth and leered at him “Easy life boy… though short now.”

“Again, you’re wrong” grunted the otter as the bull brutally withdrew the knife making him bleed. His leg was a total pain now but he would live “Now you better put me down. I don’t care about your little childhood traumas.”

“Traumas? HA! As if you know of that!” yelled the bull gripping Dustin by the balls and squeezing them tugging “I’d castrate you for that! You, rich boy thinking you know about childhood traumas?”

Dustin grunted. A scream nearly escaped him. But he knew that’d increase the guy’s ego and power. That was criminal mind 101 and he had studied that long ago in G.U.A.R.D. under the tutelage of his tutor. Instead of that, the otter challenged him again, leering at him.

“I told you, you got the wrong type of guy” hissed Dustin as he tried to focus. He knew his hands would help for nothing now, and though he could charge his paws with electricity, he couldn’t shoot it from there. He had to be smarter. To gain time, tough probably he wouldn’t have much. He had to act… somehow.

“You filthy rich boy… You know nothing of a hard life! Everything you know is to reach the hand and take what you want! I’ll make sure to put your stuff somewhere I can presume my new trophies” growled the Bull as he stabbed Dustin right in the side of his tummy. There went a kidney.

“GH…” Dusti grunted but gritted the teeth again looking at the guy. He had to act now… and he was close… he was tall… his knees reached…

With a sudden movement Dustin lifted the legs with a powerful knee thrust right across the bull’s jaw surprising him and forcing him to pull the knife out. Dustin for the first time screamed in pain but looked at his captor baring his teeth.

“You think you know of a rough life? Probably an abusive father or mother breed you, right? You ended up releasing your rage with little ferals… little by little looking for bigger preys till you killed for the first time right? Maybe daddy or mommy hit you? Maybe they tortured you?” Dustin was bursting now not in pain but in anger. The bull calling him a ‘rich boy’ was too much.

“I’m gonna kill you now!” roared the bull but Dustin moved again with a burning pain in the side of his body lifting the legs and kicking the bull in the face using the claws to slash one of his eyes and pop it.

But the otter didn’t stopped there, as he was falling from the kick, he pushed another towards the bull’s face and sent him to the floor a few feet away giving him enough impulse to swing back and then again forward managing to free his cuffed hands from the hook where he was placed.

“I’m gonna teach you about traumas” snarled Dustin walking painfully to the bull, who was holding his face, the knife fallen to a side, unattended. The otter kicked it away “For the look in your face when I was talking, everything I said is real, right?”

“You little bitch!” roared the Bull springing up only to receive a powerful kick in the balls from the smaller otter, forcing him to kneel down.

Dustin walked to the table where a saw was already spinning. Gosh the man was a psycho! He took some more or less clean fabric and quickly improvised a compress to stop the bleeding on his body, mainly from the deeper wound that killed his kidney. He needed to attend that ASAP. But first…

“DIE!” roared the bull running to him with another knife in hand, but Dustin ducked and dodged the slash. He had angered the killer; he had the upper hand now.

“As if!” murmured the otter as he kneeled and used the elbow to give another blow to the bull’s testicles forcing him to drop over the table.

Dustin crawled out between the bull’s legs and kicked his ass. He grunted in pain and moved away again while the bull tried to recover. He found some duct tape and wrapped it around his body stopping the bleeding. Now only his hip was a problem but it was minor.

“Arrogant… petulant… thinking you’ve lived the worst in the world” Dustin stumbled to a side and grabbed a knife holding it in case of being necessary “You called me rich boy because of the clothes I was wearing… but I’m not.”

The bull looked in anger at the otter. His eyes a sea of veins, but Dustin didn’t care about that. Dustin only wanted now to give him a lesson and so he continued.

“I was raised in one of the poorest colonies of Mérida. I lived with a father that hit my mother… he forced me to look at the way he raped her. He forced me to look when he tortured her. And he also forced me to look when he killed her. Then it was my turn. For years he punched me, abused of me… he even sold me because having two murders added to the list of his crimes would be a little bit more than enough if it was ever found out.”

“Aha, of course… fucking lies!” roared the bull and ran stumbling towards the otter, but Dustin moved as fast as he could and made him trip. The bull fell slamming the jaw on a steel table.

“I was abused physically EVERY SINGLE DAY!” roared Dustin “Hits, punches, humiliations. Denied to go to school… Like you, I began killing little ferals to relief the stress. I began killing birds, then cats, then dogs…”

The bull looked at him. The guy’s face… it reminded him of his own when he was younger, when he killed his first victim. But he still was going to die and he’d enjoy carving his eyes out. He stood and tried to attack, but the otter threw the knife at his abs with medical precision stabbing and forcing him to stop, giving him time to pick the one he had dropped and aim at him.

“I grew up, and enter a gang. I forced myself to be mean, to be the bad guy, to let others feel what I felt…” said Dustin as he gave a step back, spreading the distance between him and the bull “I menaced people… I took part on crimes, looking, without mercy at how my ‘friends’ killed teens. I wasn’t allowed yet. I was still too young and they thought I’d retract. But if they had given me the chance… I wouldn’t in that time.”

“Yeah, you don’t think I’m swallowing that, right?” asked the Bull pulling the knife out and noticing how the blood started to pour out. Where had him hit him that was bleeding THAT much?!

“You better stab yourself again there if you wanna live” snickered Dustin “I’ve learned a lot, and one of the first lessons were the points that might cause an extreme bleeding. Something you should have learned before stabbing my hip and reaching the bone instead of an artery.”

The bull had no choice, he sunk the knife again roaring and feeling dizzy. The otter was snickering, looking at him. Suddenly he dropped on his knees. He was feeling even weaker, and the guy looked at him with a scornful look, looking downwards without even lowering the head. The look of a gang member before killing. Was all that crap he was telling truth?

“But one day my gang was attacked… I always knew I was different, but never actually showed it. I was never able to do it at will. And that day I could” Dustin aimed at the bull with the hands as some sparks of electricity crackled between his palms and fingers.

“What the fuck?!” shouted the bull and immediately he was electrocuted briefly by Dustin.

“The person I fought that day, instead of killing me, gave me another chance, and I learned that I was always wrong.” Admitted Dustin “Never having a real family I felt like I should let the world know how I felt by making it feel pain. After that, I really felt like I had a family. I discovered my suffering was not to be shared but it should have helped me to prevent others from suffering the same.”

“Bullshit!” roared the now partially crisped bull “If you really…”

“SHUT UP!” roared Dustin and he electrocuted the bull again “I’ve never killed before … but today, I’m willing to make an exception. You deserve it”

Dustin charged his hands again and electrocuted the bull making him shake and convulse drooling at first, then frotting and finally the corpse was lying burned with the ears bleeding just as the nose. The power of the electricity made the cuffs burst into hot pieces that burnt his fur in some parts, but he didn’t care about that.

The otter stumbled his way trying to find the door, looking for his clothes. He looked around and found a little hidden wall. He moved it and gagged looking at what was inside. There was clothing, ID cards… even pieces of people there. He looked away and closed it in the moment a door far away from his sight opened and a gun chocked aiming at him. Dustin looked that way, his vision was already blurry but he recognized the shape that ran to him.

“At least this time wasn’t a friend of yours” murmured Dustin as he collapsed and his ‘savior’ held him so he didn’t fall to the floor.

--- o ---

Again it was dark. But suddenly there was light. He was standing on the streets after being knocked out. He was standing there, with a leather jacket and torn jeans looking to the front at the wolgon that was standing there. With black leather vest, gray tee and jeans covered with leather chaps. Wearing a pair of black gloves. The guy looked like a faggot, girly build, even long hair.

“What you want fag?” grunted Dustin leering at him and aiming at the guy with a gun “Want some bullets in you?!”

“By the time you pull the trigger, I’d have your head in my hands kid” argued the wolgon with a snicker “The others tried it and you saw what happened”

“Then I’ll take you hand to hand!” shouted Dustin running to the wolgon and rocketing a punch to the guy’s face. His fist slammed the right cheek, but he didn’t even moved an inch.

“Is that all you got?” asked the wolgon and punched Dustin in the gut. The otter noticed he contained himself, but the power of that punch made his body to be lifted and thrown to the back, slamming against some trash cans.

Dustin stumbled his way trying to stand up. But the wolgon pushed him back to the wall with his dirty barepaw, pinning him there. He looked at him, downwards, more with curiosity rather than hate. Maybe he was hired by some other gang.

“What are you waiting for?” asked Dustin “You slain all my friends! Why not do the same to me?!”

“THOSE weren’t your ‘friends’” argued the wolgon “A friend wouldn’t tell you ‘Kill the guy or I kill you’. That’s stupid. A friend would have told you ‘Run and save yourself’.”

“What do you know? Rich boy?!” roared Dustin “Probably you don’t know what is to live in a poor neighborhood, have the crap beaten out of you and…”

“I lived in a place where we didn’t even had anything to wear… we were THAT poor” said the wolgon “I was born in a dark place, cold and full of mist where the rule was ‘kill or be killed’. That’s the kind of place I know as my home.”

Dustin looked at the wolgon but instead of feeling sympathy, he raised the arms.

“Yeah, you wish that was true!” willingly he manged to summon electricity in his hands and shocked the wolgon. But to his surprise, the guy didn’t even shook, didn’t even move!

“I’m immune to electricity boy” said the wolgon with a smile “But now I see that maybe you could be useful.

With a sudden blur, Dustin’s light went out as he was knocked out again. Then, many scenes played in his mind: him waking up in a hospital facing the wolgon guy next to a black panther wearing a leather military uniform and beret. Him training under the wolgon’s tutelage, him having a terrible time with a wolf in a slave auction, a nice time after that with the wolgon and the wolf who turned out to be a friend of his, him working his way into many lairs with a spandex suit. Then, him receiving an official padded armor suit as a graduation present, all by the hands of his smiling wolgon tutor who had been playing the role of a good father to him (even though he had his own family). Finally some scenes of him chasing down criminals played in his mind and near the end, a scene of him in the club, he sat next to the bull and looked vulnerable (but of course he looked like that, he was nervous, he was accepting the fact that, his female preference had been a lie because he didn’t wanted anyone like his father to be with him). The last thing he saw was the image of the “trophy room” of the bull. And that woke him up.

“GAH!” screamed Dustin sitting on the hospital bed and grunting “Nggh… damn it.”

“Morning sleeping beauty” said Draco looking at Dustin. He was sat on a chair, next to his bed, covered with a sheet. Keene was on the sofa in front of them snoring softly.

“Am I still alive?” asked Dustin surprised “I thought he pierced my kidney.

“He did” nodded Draco “But you acted fast and protected the wound. I managed to bring you to the hospital as fast as I could and they could clean your guts from all that nasty stuff and replaced the kidney. You’re lucky you’re a hero and G.U.A.R.D. has a list of organ donators.”

“At least I’m not taking the place of someone that needed it most” said Dustin and looked at Keene “He came too? Where are we?”

“CMA” said Draco “And yes, Keene was worried sick about you. You’re his teammate, remember?”

“Right… yeah” said Dustin “Well, I…”

“What have I told you?” asked Draco standing up and looking at Dustin, piercing him with his eyes, the red natural eye and the blue replacement eye he had on the right socked since he lost his eye against Tyr in their final battle.

“Never to drop the guard” sighed Dustin. He never expected to be scolded after all that, but he had it coming.

“What? NO!” shouted Draco smiling at Dustin “That if you ever decided to try dating guys, you can always come to my club! All the patrons there are safe and we make sure they are not serial killers!” laughed the wolgon as he rubbed softly Dustin’s shoulder “You made him think you were showing yourself vulnerable to hit on him. That was his modus operandi.”

“All those poor guys…” sighed Dustin looking down “I wasn’t the first…”

“I know, I saw all the ID cards. It took a lot of me so I don’t blow his house to the sky.”

Dustin looked at Draco. He had only seen him like that when he was extremely pissed off. That should have been a lot to him. Dustin looked at the sofa and saw Keene yawning and looking at him barely awake. The rabbit smiled and sat.

“You’re awake!” smiled Keene rubbing his eyes cutely. He was already eighteen years old, yet he could still be such a cutie. Dustin blushed.

“Yes, thanks Keene” smiled Dustin and the rabbit walked taking the seat of his adoptive parent as Draco allowed him.

“I was too worried when I heard you were here” said Keene holding Dustin’s hand.

“Well… I let my guard down” sighed Dustin.

“I’ll leave you two lovebirds” giggled Draco and walked to the door making Keene blush.

The wolgon had knew long ago that Keene had the hots for the otter and that blushing in both’s face only proved that apparently, Dustin felt something akin to that.

“One more thing Swift Spark” said Draco being formal. That wasn’t something random.

“Y-Yesir!” nodded Dustin.

“That guy’s head had a price. You made a kill steal from Eddy, you got the reward” said Draco taking a debit card from his pocket and throwing it at Dustin who caught it with the free hand hissing as the serum syringe moved “Y’know… maybe you should stop going to random clubs trying to find someone to date when probably there’s someone else closer than you think.”

Keene blushed and looked at his ‘mom’ with a pouty face. Draco snickered and grabbed the knob of the door.

“Oh! One more thing, make sure to take Keene into a nice date, ok?” and without waiting a response Draco left the room hearing how the pillow slammed the door. Keene had taken it and tossed it.

“K-Keene?” asked Dustin looking at him.

“M-m-maybe I find you attractive” said the rabbit looking away “N-not because you’re three years older and such. Just… maybe… cuz you’re handsome… but just maybe! I’m not saying that…”

Dustin smirked and moved close smooching Keene’s cheek.

“You like French food?”

“Y-Yes”

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