1-the first encounter
My eyes opened a crack and I yawned. As usual, I had been asleep in my bed after a day with my boyfriend. We had been making out for a while, in his car, then he dropped me off at home when we were done. I still remembered his soft lips against my own, his loose grip on my back. He had been to..good. With a sigh, I rubbed the sleep from my eyes and hauled myself from bed. My leg felt stiff, since I had slept on it wrong. I flicked my tail and looked at my collar. The bell jingled as I moved to the door and walked out of my room. The leather scraped against my neck, making it itch. Crossly, I lifted a paw and scratched at it, being careful to keep my unusually sharp claws unsheathed. Then a hand clamped over my mouth. I struggled to scream and bit my captors’ hand on the palm as hard as I could. The coppery taste of his or her blood flowed into my mouth while I dropped onto all fours, claws unsheathed and tail held erect over my head. “Who the heck are you and why are you in my room?!” I snarled, lashing my tail and pulling my ears back over my head. A cold, sinister chuckle came from my left. Red was all I saw as I whirled around in the direction of the chuckle. “Come out and face me!” I reached into my belt for my dagger, just as a small click came from my side. Suddenly, the barrel of a gun was pressed against my temple and my assailant was revealed. He was a dark blue hedgehog, crimson eyes glimmering with lust and faint humor as he pressed the gun against it even harder. Then, in one, swift movement, he loaded the gun with something so quickly I couldn’t see what it was. Teeth bared in a snarl, claws out for the ready and primal instincts kicking in, I lunged for him.
He merely side-stepped me and, before I had a chance to retaliate, yanked the trigger and shot something at me. A red dart embedded itself onto my arm as I fell to the ground, losing consciousness.
Something I would soon regret.
My eyes opened a crack and I yawned. As usual, I had been asleep in my bed after a day with my boyfriend. We had been making out for a while, in his car, then he dropped me off at home when we were done. I still remembered his soft lips against my own, his loose grip on my back. He had been to..good. With a sigh, I rubbed the sleep from my eyes and hauled myself from bed. My leg felt stiff, since I had slept on it wrong. I flicked my tail and looked at my collar. The bell jingled as I moved to the door and walked out of my room. The leather scraped against my neck, making it itch. Crossly, I lifted a paw and scratched at it, being careful to keep my unusually sharp claws unsheathed. Then a hand clamped over my mouth. I struggled to scream and bit my captors’ hand on the palm as hard as I could. The coppery taste of his or her blood flowed into my mouth while I dropped onto all fours, claws unsheathed and tail held erect over my head. “Who the heck are you and why are you in my room?!” I snarled, lashing my tail and pulling my ears back over my head. A cold, sinister chuckle came from my left. Red was all I saw as I whirled around in the direction of the chuckle. “Come out and face me!” I reached into my belt for my dagger, just as a small click came from my side. Suddenly, the barrel of a gun was pressed against my temple and my assailant was revealed. He was a dark blue hedgehog, crimson eyes glimmering with lust and faint humor as he pressed the gun against it even harder. Then, in one, swift movement, he loaded the gun with something so quickly I couldn’t see what it was. Teeth bared in a snarl, claws out for the ready and primal instincts kicking in, I lunged for him.
He merely side-stepped me and, before I had a chance to retaliate, yanked the trigger and shot something at me. A red dart embedded itself onto my arm as I fell to the ground, losing consciousness.
Something I would soon regret.