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Chapter 1 teaser: The Good Doctor
9 years ago
Sorry it's taken so long. Life has been pretty hectic lately, so I haven't really had time to write, but I thought I might as well post a small teaser of the origin for Fenix. So here it is :D
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"Well...Fenix. You know I'm not one for the cliché, but, if you're watching this then I'm afraid I'm no longer here with you. I..."
The usually stern and soft tone of Dr. Layons cracked briefly. Fenix had never heard the doctors voice waiver before. No matter what had ever happened or what kind of trouble the young anthropomorphic hybrid had gotten into, his caretaker had always spoken in the same tone. He had also never seen the man with even the slighest ounce of sadness on his face. There had always been a warm smile to greet Fenix. However, on this small bluelit protection image, the hologram of Dr. Layons seemed to be an entirely different person. His posture was slouched, and he seemed nearly on the verge of tears. Fenix whimpered slightly, wiping a tear from the fur under his eye.
"I have been, for quite some time, defying the orders of some very influential and powerful men and I fear the day when they discover what I've done will be my last day with you. I can only hope that I made you feel like we were family, because you were family to me. I can only hope that what I've taught you will suffice. There are hard times in your future, and you may not get many chances to reflect on the time we spent together, but in those rare moments where you take a breath I pray that you can safely say you felt like you had a father. I wish there was more I could have done. I wish there was more I could have said. It won't be long before they come for you. They will want to use you, to take away the humanity you've fought so hard to embrace. Please, do not try and fight them, Fenix. Just run...always run. You are special in so many ways and there are many who would exploit that. Please...survive. experience the world. Experience several worlds. Experience love and pain. Experience all the things that remind you that you are not just a weapon. Fenix...my son....I...remember that even though I may be gone; I love you."
Fenix sniffled quietly, pressing rewind and play on the recording again. Maybe if he kept playing it over, the doctor would come back. A stream of tears trickled down his face, running over the red markings below his eyes. His fist was clenched to the point where his claws had pierced the inside of his palm. Lines of warm crimson fluid from the wounds were chasing each other down the fur of Fenix's arm.
A short moment later, his ears would perk up at the sound of something making a jingling sound from the front of the six hundred square feet room he had called a home for seventeen years. Fenix choked back the tears he felt and positioned himself behind the door so whoever opened it wouldn't be able to see him. He slowed his breathing and concentrated his sense of hearing. He heard a group of muffled voices from behind the steel door.
"He wants this mutt alive, so no kill shots. Gomez, that goes for you, prick. You shoot another one and the boss is gonna have your balls on a plate. Specifically said that this one better not die or it's all of our asses, and I'll be damned if I'm gettin tossed in a box for your fat ass. All the info we dug out of the doc's brain says the kid is a pussbag. Non violent, and basically half a retard. Should be easy. Grab the mutt. Get out. Got it?"
Fenix counted three 'yeah' replies in response to the first mans voice. He began to breath more heavilly..what did they mean by dug from the docs brain? Did they hurt Dr. Layons? His head was swirling with so many questions, but he didn't have time to think them through before the door cracked open.........
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"Well...Fenix. You know I'm not one for the cliché, but, if you're watching this then I'm afraid I'm no longer here with you. I..."
The usually stern and soft tone of Dr. Layons cracked briefly. Fenix had never heard the doctors voice waiver before. No matter what had ever happened or what kind of trouble the young anthropomorphic hybrid had gotten into, his caretaker had always spoken in the same tone. He had also never seen the man with even the slighest ounce of sadness on his face. There had always been a warm smile to greet Fenix. However, on this small bluelit protection image, the hologram of Dr. Layons seemed to be an entirely different person. His posture was slouched, and he seemed nearly on the verge of tears. Fenix whimpered slightly, wiping a tear from the fur under his eye.
"I have been, for quite some time, defying the orders of some very influential and powerful men and I fear the day when they discover what I've done will be my last day with you. I can only hope that I made you feel like we were family, because you were family to me. I can only hope that what I've taught you will suffice. There are hard times in your future, and you may not get many chances to reflect on the time we spent together, but in those rare moments where you take a breath I pray that you can safely say you felt like you had a father. I wish there was more I could have done. I wish there was more I could have said. It won't be long before they come for you. They will want to use you, to take away the humanity you've fought so hard to embrace. Please, do not try and fight them, Fenix. Just run...always run. You are special in so many ways and there are many who would exploit that. Please...survive. experience the world. Experience several worlds. Experience love and pain. Experience all the things that remind you that you are not just a weapon. Fenix...my son....I...remember that even though I may be gone; I love you."
Fenix sniffled quietly, pressing rewind and play on the recording again. Maybe if he kept playing it over, the doctor would come back. A stream of tears trickled down his face, running over the red markings below his eyes. His fist was clenched to the point where his claws had pierced the inside of his palm. Lines of warm crimson fluid from the wounds were chasing each other down the fur of Fenix's arm.
A short moment later, his ears would perk up at the sound of something making a jingling sound from the front of the six hundred square feet room he had called a home for seventeen years. Fenix choked back the tears he felt and positioned himself behind the door so whoever opened it wouldn't be able to see him. He slowed his breathing and concentrated his sense of hearing. He heard a group of muffled voices from behind the steel door.
"He wants this mutt alive, so no kill shots. Gomez, that goes for you, prick. You shoot another one and the boss is gonna have your balls on a plate. Specifically said that this one better not die or it's all of our asses, and I'll be damned if I'm gettin tossed in a box for your fat ass. All the info we dug out of the doc's brain says the kid is a pussbag. Non violent, and basically half a retard. Should be easy. Grab the mutt. Get out. Got it?"
Fenix counted three 'yeah' replies in response to the first mans voice. He began to breath more heavilly..what did they mean by dug from the docs brain? Did they hurt Dr. Layons? His head was swirling with so many questions, but he didn't have time to think them through before the door cracked open.........
