Nobody’s Hero
Chapter 2
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Content warning
This story as a whole contains the following subject matter
~Killing~
~Murder~
~Death~
~Blood~
~Gore~
~Adult on Cub Sex~
~Incest~
~Extreme Violence~
~Rape~
And *Gasp*
~Humans~
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Touchy or sensitive readers, ye be warned
If any of this subject matter bothers and or offends you, don’t read this story, or be ready to forfeit any right to be angry at me for the contents of this story
Now for those of you I haven’t scared off please enjoy =p
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Following the wolf supported on the rat’s shoulder was the two panther kits, new packs on their backs as the followed the two adult males to the underbelly of the city. Once down into said underbelly, the kits had expected a seedy crime den full of killers and cut purses who would stab you sooner then look at you, however what they found was rather nice, it was still a maze of sewer lines but it was nice to save the least, the smell was bad in some places but still had some shops and people shopping at them, a few misfit children and cubs where running around playing or doing chores to earn money, and the adults were just going about their nights. They followed the wolf and rat into a large and surprisingly clean shack where inside of was a female monkey morph, who’s bountiful bosom was covered in a clean leather coat was inside cleaning some of her utensils. Looking at her new arrivals the doctor asks,
“Ah Jimmy, what do you have for me?”
Setting the wolf on her table the rat says,
“He’s a . . . . sell sword, got shot by the guards he did, go a head a patch him up, on the house of course.”
The morph nods then saying looking to the wolf as the rat left,
“Well then lets get looking at you shall we?”
The wolf nods quickly shedding his clothing to allow the doctor to look at the wound, as she takes a moment to look over his bloody clothing she turns to the kits and says,
“Hey you two, take these . . . . Oh sorry you’re not one of the kids who live with the guild down here are you?”
Both kits shake their heads no then the boy then asking,
“Why didn’t we ever know about this place? This place is great compared to that hole we were living in.”
The monkey woman chuckles a little and says,
“Sorry little ones, you have to be brought in by one of the members of the guild, guess you two never did enough to get their attention, anyway lets get these cleaned shall we?”
The wolf nods then watches as the doctor gives a sharp whistle, then calling out the names” Sammy” and “Susie” then quickly inside of the shop rushes two children younger then the panther kittens, a monkey morph looking like he could be her son, and a human girl with bright red hair, the doctor then saying as she put the wolf’s dirty clothing into a basket,
“Can you two be a pair of dears and run this over to Patrick for me? Tell him I need them cleaned asap got it?”
The two nod, the monkey boy hurrying over to the doctor and saying,
“But what if that old goat yells at us again mom? He’s not a very nice old goat”
She laughs then says as she pats his head,
“Tell him if he doesn’t clean these for me then he can forget about his next shipment of back pain balm k?”
The boy nods then says looking to the girl,
“Come on sis, lets go take this to the mean old goat.”
The girl nods and takes the basket with the boy and quickly leaves the shop, their mother calling out after them,
“Meet me back at home once you’re done, I’ll be there after I finish up here and I’ll bring supper with me!”
They hear the two call back, the wolf then saying as the doctor went to get some items to treat his wound,
“Cute kids, the girl looks just like you.”
She laughs a little and says,
“I know I know, the boy is mine, the girl however was the daughter of a close friend of mine; I took her in after he was killed in a fight, he was a good man, a damn shame what happened to him.”
He nods then looks over to the two kits who hand found a place to sit and had done so, then waited and watched as the monkey morph went about patching the wolf up, and from how he handled it, to the point that he knew just about what item she’d need and handed it to her as she needed it, the kittens could tell that this wasn’t the first time he’d been shot. After some time of watching the doctor working on the wolf she then says as she helps him up off the table,
“Well medicine sure has a long way to go still, however I was able to remove the shot, and patch up the wound,”
She then stops reaches over to a small glass jar on the table near her and says,
“And take this paste, it’s a natural pain killer I whip up to help for such wounds, just apply a small amount of it to the wound with fresh bandages and it’ll take the edge off.”
The wolf nods pocketing the bottle in his coin purse, then asking,
“So how long should it take this Patrick fellow to clean my stuff?”
The monkey morph laughs a little and says,
“Shouldn’t take to long, he might be a crotchety old goat, but he knows his job and does it fast, it should take but moments for your stuff to be blood free.”
He nods then says as he stands,
“Then perhaps I’ll go wait at his shop for it to be done and get out of your hair.”
She nods and says,
“Aright then, Patrick’s shop is just down the way, it’s the one actually carved into the sewer wall, and it will most likely reek of tobacco.”
He nods, thanking her for her help, then leaves to go get his shirt, vest, jacket, and cloak from this Patrick fellow, the panther kits close on his tail, and it’s not to long before they find the store, indeed smelling heavily of tobacco. Suddenly the joke that had flown around the doctors shack made sense as they walked in, inside smoking a hickory corncob pipe was a goat, wearing a brown vest over a green shirt and a pair of black trousers and looking like he’s seen a few to many winters in his time. Walking up to the goat, Patrick takes a moment to look him over and then says in a thick foreign accent (Irish) after taking another hit off of his pipe, smoke billowing from his mouth and nostrils with his every word,
“You must be the bloody wolf those brats came and told me about.”
The wolf nods asking as the goat stuck his pipe in his mouth again,
“Are my things ready?”
The goat says, his pipe bobbing around in his mouth as he spoke,
“I’m out here smoking aren’t I boy-o? Yes your things are clean, I’ve hung them up to dry, it’ll take ten or fifteen minutes give or take, just sit down shut up and wait.”
The wolf nods taking a seat in a wooden chair not far from where the goat was sitting still enjoying his pipe. The panther kits join him sitting in the remaining chairs waiting for the wolf’s clothes to dry; the goat glancing at the trio once or twice before saying,
“Your cubs I guess?”
The wolf nods then says,
“Well they’re mine now, new apprentices.”
The goat nods fiddling with something under the counter as he says,
“Don’t like cubs, or any young-ins for that matter, to noisy, to picky, and they don’t know how to be polite.”
As he goes on he takes up a jar of candy and sets it on his counter going on to say,
“Old goat why are you so mean? Old goat do you want to play? Old Goat why don’t you ever smile? Want to know why I don’t smile brat? I live in a god damn sewer, why should I smile about it?”
The kits giggle a little as the goat rants on for a few more minutes about the kids in the neighborhood till he holds out the jar of hard candies and says,
“Here take one each, and don’t tell anyone else got it? They’re like roaches most of them, they find out you’ve got sweets and suddenly you’re up to your eyes in them.”
The kits nod thanking Patrick who hides a smile as they pop the candies into their mouths. They sit there quietly for a little longer waiting for the goat to get the wolf’s clothing, The kits enjoying their candies, a treat they’ve never been able to enjoy before now, The wolf sitting quietly with his eyes closed and the goat himself still smoking his pipe puffing away at it like a chimney. It’s not till the goat gets up to check on the wash that the wolf opens his eyes. A moment later the goat comes back and says,
“Come on in back and get your things lad.”
The wolf nods getting out of his chair, following the goat into the back of his shop where his shirt and vest had been laid out on a table and his cloak and jacket on a clothesline. First thing to go back on was his shirt, a dark shade of white and not a stain to be found; next the vest, then the jacket and cloak. Looking over to the goat who taps the burnt out remains of his tobacco into a bin the wolf asks,
“So do you really hate the children and cubs down here?”
The goat chuckles a little bit and says,
“Nah, its just a game we play with each other, they try to bug me as much as possible, give me pet names and I pretend to get my dander all raised and be a general asshole. If any of them actually bother me I give them a piece of candy.”
The wolf nods then asks as he straightens his outfit,
“And did the kits bother you?”
The goat smiles and says,
“Not a once, honestly they’re the most well behaved I’ve met, I just give candy to the little ones the first time I meet them, it just brings a little joy to these dank sewers.”
Nodding at his statement the wolf then asks as he gets ready to leave,
“So why do you live down here? I’m sure a fellow with your talents could make a fine living on the surface.”
Patrick nods then says as he leads the way out of the back,
“For the money and the company, the folks down here are all pretty kind given the circumstances, and the coin is also good, simply because the same folks don’t want to smell like this damn sewer all the time, I can make about fifty or sixty gold pieces even on a slow day.”
The wolf nods motioning to the panther kits to get ready to leave which they do, picking up their packs then thanking the old goat leaves him to get ready to close up for the night. Once outside a familiar voice calls out, the rat from before saying,
“All patched up then? Alright follow me, boss wants to talk with ya.”
Nodding the wolf follows the rat, kits right behind him. Leading the trio through the maze of tunnels brought the rat to lead the wolf and the kits to the bosses place, inside of which was lined with fairly expensive objects and members of the guild he knew where basically muscle, and walking up to a Persian morph, the male cat wearing a well tailored outfit, the rat then saying,
“Boss, I’ve brought the Lone Wolf.”
The cat measures up the wolf before he says,
“Yes, you should do, follow me.”
Nodding the wolf follows the cat into a back room, which smells wonderfully of well cooked food, and in the middle of the room sat another Persian cat, clearly female. The husky cat looked up from her meal as she said looking to the younger cat,
“So son? Is this that Lone Wolf fellow?”
Nodding the cat then says turning back to the wolf,
“Allow me to introduce you to my Mother, She is the one who has the job for you.”
The wolf nods then offers his hand to the large feline who says as the wolf politely kisses her hand in return,
“At least he’s not like your normal assassin, the lad has some manners, well then shall we get down to business then?”
The cat snaps her fingers at which point another feline, most likely a servant brings over a few papers, the fat cat then setting them on the table with her food, then places a slightly pudgy finger on a picture then saying as the wolf picked it up,
“You needn’t know his name, frankly even I don’t know his name, not that I care to. Fact of the matter is he claims he has evidence that can tie me and my son to this operation here, which is highly illegal as you can imagine. Once he gets to the city those goodie goodies types plan to use his evidence to have both me and my son executed, obviously this can not be allowed to happen.”
The wolf then nods asking,
“So then what does the job entail?”
The heavy Persian picks up her fork then quickly stabs it into a meat item on her plate, then saying,
“Obviously he and his escorts need to be. . . . removed, I don’t care how, what I do care about is this so called evidence, what ever it may be it needs to be destroyed, feel free to help yourself to anything you find on his person but the evidence is to be destroyed. The job will pay two thousand gold pieces, kill everyone, if they all disappear that will make it easier to for me and my son to play innocent, if any of them escape you’ll only walk away with half of the offer, we’ll need to grease a few palms to get our names off the hook after all.”
The wolf nods then says pocketing the picture he was given,
“He shall not see the city walls my lady.”
The cat nods saying as she called for another drink,
“Good, see that you do, now if you’ll excuse me, you caught me in the middle of my dinner and I’d much like to get back to it.”
The wolf nods and says as he turns to leave,
“As you wish madam.”
He motions for the kits to follow him, which they do leaving the fat cat to enjoy her meal with a fresh glass of wine. Leaving the place behind, he is given a few more details by the rat as to where he should find the man and his escorts, after words he and the cubs leave the town and the kits old lives behind.
~Much later that night~
The sound of the crickets can be heard as the night brings the wolf and his charges over looking a small encampment, it was indeed the camp of the marked man and his escorts several miles from the town. Looking to the kits he says in a hushed tone,
“You two stay here and keep quiet, and you’ll see what it takes to be a wanted assassin.”
They both nod watching as the wolf vanished into the shadows sneaking up on the camp watching as one after another the wolf killed everyone, and what made the two kits really squirm was it was silent as the grave, no screams, no gun shots, if they didn’t know any better you’d guess there was nothing going on down there. No move was wasted, no sound escaped, the wolf slaughtered everyone in the camp as if they were but cattle. After some time they heard a sharp whistle then saw the wolf calling them down, they were about to see the aftermath it seems, and both kits loudly gulped. Nervously they crept down the hill and into the camp where the wolf sat atop of his targets corps, saying,
“Hurry up or their food will burn.”
Looking to the meal that had been laid out and the numerous bodies laying around the two kits stood nearly petrified, the scariest part of the seen before them was the utter lack of blood, not a drop had been spilled in the attack, they both jumped as the wolf snapped at them,
“You hungry or not!?”
Slowly but surely they walked over to then sat down with the wolf as he gave them food, saying as he did,
“Eat your fill, they’ll not need it anymore.”
They nod, and with guilty expressions on their faces begin to eat both kits looking around at the carnage around them, watching as the wolf ate without a care, not batting an eye about what he had done, or who he was sitting on. He then says looking at the two,
“Get use to it, if you’re going to become my apprentices then death will be of your lives now got it? Get use to it now or go back to your old lives.”
They look at each other with a knowing look that they’d not survive going back nod and begin to eat along with the wolf, they hated to admit it, but the food was delicious. Then after they ate they looted the bodies for anything of value, then finding the documents of evidence locked in a chest, which the wolf opened in a flash, afterwards he tossed the papers into the campfire and watched them burn. Before he left however the kits watched him do something more, quickly he loaded the bodies inside of their tents and then set them aflame, tossing a cask of ale at the fire, which caught flame and after a few moments exploded sending a spray flaming booze and wood all over the camp, making it to look as though a fire killed the lot of them. The wolf looked to the two kits and says as he handed them the bags of loot he had taken,
“Lets go, our job is done.”
They look at the fires he had set then back to him, nodding and following after him with the bags of jingling loot. Not sure what they had just signed up for, they followed the wolf till they stopped some time later and made camp for the night.
~End of Chapter~
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