And here we are, the thrid and final part of Whitescar's origins. Took me a bit longer to get this out then I'd like to admit. But to be fair, I was originally writing this as one big story that was going to get divided up. All in all, it's 20 pages long if you combine all of it, which is the longest thing I've personally written.

Anyway. In this Whitescar fully emerges into the public eye as we get a glimpse of how some take the news. As well as part of an updated and revised fight against Void Master's experiment during the bank robbery.

As always, hope you all do enjoy this and have fun reading it!

Next time, it's Volt Shock's origins.

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Two weeks pass as the city went by as it always had, it’s people living their lives everything just average. Save for the rising rumours of a hybrid in a costume, stopping crime and saving people. Debates sparked on public forums, some claiming the sightings to be hoaxes, others suggesting that it could just be a nut running around in a costume. But some were excited that the possibility of a real life Superhero actually exists, but even in these groups pointed out that if a Superhero did exist, which would be awesome to them, there was also the terrifying thought of Super-villains and that they could start appearing. Others dismissed that, pointing out that if they did exist then they should be already news and reports on them. But no-one knew that they will be getting their answers on if they do exist, very soon.

At this moment, the one many are calling a superhero is patrolling the streets down a suburb, under disguise as a light grey mare. After finding a phrase in the book she carried with her, she had freaked out seeing that light grey woman staring back at her. She had panicked, looking at the book again, and repeated another phrase next to the one she had previously read before the disguise faded, returning her image to normal. Once the fear and panic settled down, she once again tried seeing that the light grey mare look appear again.
After a remembering something and a quick look through the comics, she figured that it could be good, a secret identity she could use. A smile crossing her muzzle as she experimented more, learning that the device on her arm could help with the disguise. Making it more lasting, and less likely to fail unless she cancelled it. She still wore her costume underneath, but she was at least able to project something simple, like the jogging outfit she had at the moment. Maybe some day she’d be able to figure how to improve it. But for the moment, she just stood there, scratching her head looking from left to right.

On her left were houses, while on her right was a hill and a river down at the bottom. The suburb in question, if she recalled correctly was called Byhill, located on the south west of the city. She would be the first to admit, she had no idea how she got lost granted the city was large, and she was still new. But still it caused her to pause, glancing down at the river as she noticed a small path in between the fencing that lead down towards it. With a small smile, she decided to head that way, being careful as she descended down the path.

The gentle sound of the water lapping at the river banks as the noise of the neighbourhood was partially block by the natural wall of the trees. Birds tweeting as they fluttered among the branches making the disguised super-heroine smile a bit. It was quite peaceful here, as she paused to glance around, looking at a feral rabbit look up with it’s twitching nose, before hopping away. Some of the lizard vermin like the ones she saw in the dump, clambered up a tree, chasing something as she ignores them. A smile on her muzzle as she pauses, just enjoying the sun, listening to the sounds.

But the sounds of metal being ripped apart, wood splintering and screams snapped her back to reality as she glanced around. It was close as she started to head towards the direction of the noise. With a few words the disguise was dropped, leaving her as she really was. Her cape billowing behind her as she raced towards the noise, increasing with each pounding footstep. Blue eyes narrowing as she rounds the river bend, and saw the source of the noise. A motorcyclist was dangling from one of the trees, his bike a wreck of twisted metal half submerged on the river bank. The tree in question was a tall one, half way up the slope of the hill with the rider seemingly to be knocked out or frozen in fear.

The unicorn-fox gaze up, glancing at the hill taking in the slope and the position of the tree in question. Nodding to herself, she sprinted up the hill not taking heed of the people who stopped and gawked at what they saw coming from the river bank. The Superheroine, once she reached the base of the tree, leapt up her hands grabbing onto the lowest hanging branch. With a grunt she pulled herself up, starting the climb up towards the helpless biker. Leaves fell as the tree swayed from the combination of the wind and the hybrid scaling it. Some started to find safe routes down, hoping to aid some assistance, while most stood on the side watching. Phones were out as someone called emergency services, while a few others couldn’t help but record what was going on.

Grunting the costumed hybrid pulled herself up to the last branch as she clung to the trunk, looking at the next branch just over head. It was thinner and less sturdy then the previous ones she had used, the sound of it creaking as she took a few breaths before starting to walk slowly across the one she stood on. Slowly and carefully, she didn’t waste as much time as she could, feeling the tree sway and creak. Hands wrapping around the one above to aid her as she got closer and closer, her hand soon bumping into the rider’s body. Glancing down, she saw the rocks at the bottom as she starts to pull the rider back towards the trunk. If she can get him there, then maybe the climb down will be easier. Or at least as easy as it can get with that gear on him. Her boots going slowly bypassing the hazards of the branch, until a creak reached her ears.

Hands gripped the biker and the branch as the one she was standing on snapped, her boot covered hooves dangling over nothing as her hands tighten on the branch above her. With a slight pause she started to think, glancing upward towards the biker and to the trunk of the tree. With a grunt, she placed her boots onto the tree trunk as she climbed up to the branch, the tree shaking with each movement, the sound of wood straining and starting to crack reached her ears. Swinging up and kicking off the trunk, she grabbed onto the biker as she glanced down at the ground, words springing from her lips as she chanted an incarnation she found in her book.

Energy flared up, rising as the costumed hybrid prayed as the feeling of nothingness over took the two of them. For a split second all she could feel was the biker, before her boots planted themselves on the ground, eyes wide as she glances down indeed seeing she was on the group. ‘It worked!’ She thought, as she felt the weight of the biker starting to bare down on her, with a gulp she shifted laying him down on the ground. A grin on her face, that quickly faded as the splintering grew louder.

Glancing up, the super-heroine saw the tree topple over, slamming into the ground with such force that the foliage was sent flying in like dust being thrown off a sheet. The onlookers at the top and at the bottom paused in their activities, before resuming. Those up top kept on the lookout for any sign of an ambulance, those that had braved the slope had rushed up to the two, one removing the biker’s helmet. The face of a rat looked up, stunned with a glazed look to his eyes, staring blankly skywards. Laying her head on his chest, the masked female listened for several seconds. “It’s alright, he’s breathing. Just dazed, but he needs someone with proper medical training to make sure” she announced, looking up as others gathered around to help him into a sitting position.

A doe looked up at her in a mix of surprise and awe as the costumed woman stood up, nodding a bit as she turned to face her. “A...are you… are you really a Superhero?” the doe asked, feeling really stupid asking that question after what she had seen, what they all had. But instead of getting a rude answer in response the other woman looked at her with a smile and a nod.

“Indeed I am. It’s my job to rescue someone in danger” she replied, before glancing around, ears twitching as the sound of sirens started to approach. “I need to go now, but rest assured, I am watching over the city” she finished, giving the doe one last smirk before running off, disappearing down the river and out of sight, leaving the group as they just stared, before looking to each other almost wanting to know if it was real and not a hallucination. No one could imagine that questions they would get later that day, or how they would cheer on the hero in the future.


“And in other news, the rumours of the urban legend of the so called ‘Superhero’ may have some truth to it. Today eyewitness claim to have seen the person in question performing a rescue and even employing ‘Powers’. We will now turn the broadcast to Kryssie Starlet who is already on the scene. Kryssie?”

“That’s right, Vic. Earlier this morning a motorcyclist had lost control of his bike here at Byhill. Where residents claim to see a ‘Superheroine’ in their words, but there is a few bits of footage to support their claims.” Kryssie stated as she continued to talk.

As the news report went on, millions around the country watched it with a mild curiosity at the most. While some did show more interest, only a select handful watched intently. A folf watched as he finished unpacking his shopping. A Fennec in another part of the city sat watching it with a curious glance. Other watched it or streamed it, a dragon, a feline, a middle age African Wild Dog. Faircross watched the news with growing dread in her office, Sybell watched with slight concern. The hybrid in question watched from inside a café, disguised, as she munched on a sandwich she had brought with what little money she manage to find. A smile on her face as she watched in pride, hoping that the people would be accepting of a superhero like her.

A lynx stood up from his latest experiment, as he glanced at the TV, the news report starting to wrap up. A grimace on his face as he frowns, watching the teleport play out as he went into thinking. If he was to pull of his plans, he’d have to move fast. Another glance at the cage on his work bench he nods, his first experiment will have to do, he will would have to try again if it failed. ‘Hopefully it will not fail, but I need more funds for my research’ he thought. Looking back up, he saw the news reporter saying her final words for her report.

“If this isn’t the work of an elaborate hoax, I for one am looking forward to seeing what may happen in this city. If this mysterious fox-unicorn is indeed a Superheroine, then I think I speak for everyone when I say that things are going to get interesting. May we keep an eye out for this… This…. Whitescar, that’s if she doesn’t have a name already. Back to you, Vic” Kryssie stated as the report switched back towards the news room. The name, etched itself into the minds of many, a name that most of them would be cheering in the future, while others cursed.


A couple of days later, Faircross went over her paperwork like every other day. The report still on her mind as she tried to push it out of her mind, but it remained there not willing to budge. Taunting her, as she let out an annoyed sigh, shaking her head slightly once again, almost as if that would dislodge the thought. It was bad enough that her brother had mentioned it once or twice when she visited him. Holding her head in her hand she tried to ease the headache, taking deep breaths as she stared at the work on her desk. That was until she heard a knock at the door.

“Uh, Chief?”

“Yes, what is it?”

“There is a situation going down at the Bank on Archer Street. It…. Ummm, it’s not a normal robbery…. If what the officer is saying is true….”

“Get on with it!” Faircross growled softly, a clear sign the short fuse on her temper was almost lit.

“Well…. We got that costumed female, Whitescar I believe the media is calling her, battling some mutated beast” the officer reported. Silence fell for a moment as he waited, before pushing the door open and peeked inside. “Chief?” he asked again, ready to duck away if she threw something at him.

“I want a squad car prepare by the time I get down to the parking lot. I want to see this for my own eyes” the hybrid chief stated, pulling on her bullet proof vest and securing her gear as she stated to head out of the office. The officer, a fox tod nods as he jumps back, scrambling to his desk and placed in the call to the lower levels. By the time the Police Chief got down there, a car was ready with another officer as her back up. A minute later, it tore out of the HQ, siren blaring as it raced towards the bank in question.


Heart pounded against her chest, breathing short and shallow as Whitescar glanced upwards at the mutated creature roaring in anger claws coming down in a deadly arc, forcing her to move. Hands moving as she fired off two more quick stun spells watching as the magical energy splashed against the creature’s hide. Cape flattering behind her as she ran, jumped and flipped, the creature’s claws keeping coming down in a flurry of sharpness, with the intent to rip her to shreds. Mind racing as she slid to a halt, eyes drifting back to the bank trying to see if that lynx had escaped, Void Master she thought he called himself. But she spotted no signs of the helmet, trench-coat wear thief making her wonder, before the sounds of thuds drew her attention back to the fight at hand, leaping away as she grabbed a nearby rock, she lobbed it as hard as she could at the beast’s head.

The rock shattered against the head as the creature let out another roar, before it charged again. ‘Shit!’ Whitescar thought, chanting her teleport spell vanishing in a blink of an eye as the mutated animal slammed face first into the Bank’s front. Window’s exploding from the floor above it, shattered glass raining down as they sliced into the creature’s fur. The grey fur starting to turn dark as blood started to seep from it’s wounds.

Screams echoed as the crowd that had gathered scattered from the falling glass. The sounds of sirens starting to echo down the street as a police car sped down, people jumping out of the way as it came to a stop. “Get the people out of here!” Faircross shouted, hoping out of the car as the officers there nodded and started to force the crowd back. The hybrid nodded before turning her attention back towards the oddest sight she’d ever seen in her life. Eyes wide as she saw the large creature, she thought it had once been a feral rabbit or something, roaring in pain and anger as the smaller costume clad female charged at it again. Briefly she glanced towards the damage, noting how the doors wore torn off and by the looks of it scattered inside, which looked trashed as if the battle started in there and had spilled out onto the pavement. Glass littered everywhere, the letters of the bank hanging loose from the fight as the creature seemed to of slammed itself a few times during the fight.

Jumping, Whitescar just barely dodged another swipe of the claws as she thought to herself. A corner of her eye she saw the police chief and a few other officers. “He should still be in the bank! I’ll take care of this beast!” she shouted over the noise as she fired a quick stunner at the creature’s eye. It stumbled back shaking it’s head trying to clear it’s vision. Growls erupted from it’s throat as it lunged again, Whitescar running to the side as it crashed into the ground, splintering the concrete pavement.

With a nod from Faircross, two officers rushed into the building as the police chief drew her own weapon and held it at the ready. Unable to tear her eyes off of what was happening as she watched Whitescar jump onto the creature’s lower back, before lunging and wrapping her arms around it’s neck. This startled the creature as it reared back on it’s hind legs, shaking to and forth, trying to dislodge the clingy superhero. The unicorn-fox kept her grip on, feeling each movement starting to bruise her. Grunts slipping out as she let go, sensing the creature was attempting to back up into a nearby building. The sounds of shattering and cracking reached her ears as she landed down, before turning around.

Her breathing was short and shallow, the fight had been going on too long, as she started to gather what little magic she had left. It would be an all or nothing shot this time as she stared at the mutated rabbit, watching as it’s eyes locked on her with burning hatred. A roar escaping it once more as it charged again. Whitescar held her ground feeling the energy build up as she chanted the words over and over, building up the spell’s power.

Then, her hand shot forward as the billowing aura shot from her hand, the blue energy hurled forward, slamming into the creature as it’s roar dropped to a croak. It’s body twitching as it stopped dead in it’s tracks, eyes rolling into the back of it’s head as it fell forwards, like a tree that had just been chopped. The force of it’s impact set concrete dust flying up, forcing Whitescar and the officers to cover their eyes and mouths. As the dust settled, Whitescar uncovered her face, the mask and hat still on as she coughed, blinking the dust out of her face. She looked to the creature, seeing it barely breathing, it’s body stiff for now as she let out a sigh, before turning around and froze.

Standing a few inches from her was Faircross, who looked down at the superhero, studying her with intense hazel eyes. “I don’t know who you are, or why you are here. Just know this, I don’t want someone who is playing ‘Superhero’ in my city. There is no such thing” she stated. Silence surrounded the two as officers moved forward to check on the creature a conversation popping up on who the hell to call to dispose of it. The rough collie/honey badger hybrid looked towards the bank seeing the two officers coming out, as they gave a negative of catching the thief. “But! I will not arrest you, not today. You did stop that creature so I do thank you for that. Just try to leave the crime stopping to us, ok” Faircross stated, getting a small nod from the superheroine.

“But what if others start popping up. What if supervillains start popping up and you can’t handle them?” Whitescar replied, watching as the Chief seemed to recoil from the thought, before a shake of her head.

“Then I prey to the gods, that doesn’t happen. Get out of here, before I change my mind” she growled, turning to leave the costumed hybrid.

“If it helps, Chief…. He called himself Void Master” Whitescar called back, earning a look over the shoulder form the police chief. “And I don’t think he and I are going to be the only ones. I think things will start happening now. And Chief Faircross…. I want to help, not be an enemy” she added, as a look of thinking crossed the chief’s face.

“We’ll see” she added simply, turning around as she started to head back to the car that brought her. More sirens filled the air, as police cars and fire trucks came down the street. A quick teleport spell and the superhero disappeared down an alley, followed by another spell as she slipped into her disguise and walked out, blending into the crowd as she started to head to another part of the city, her body still bruised as she started to think. ‘Maybe I need to use other things besides just those spells. Mmmm, I’m going to have to start working on that’ she thought, as she walked also figuring she would need a name for herself as a civilian.



‘Dammit!’ the lynx thought as he threw the bag onto a bench in his lab, pulling off his helmet as his brown eyes flared in anger. ‘Dammit! I should of gotten more!’ he thought, growling loudly as several animals started to cower in their cages. The lynx slumped into a chair as he turned to look at the equipment he had set up, monitoring, looking for something as he let out a sigh. “Still weak as well.” He muttered to himself, reaching up as he stroked the fur on his chin.

He glanced back towards the bag, seeing a number of bill stacks inside, but it still wasn’t enough. “I need to plan my next move better. Just my luck that there has to be a freaking superhero! That someone was dumb enough to try this heroic shit!” he shouted, slamming his fist into the table. “Once I can get the Void to bleed slowly into our plane of existence….” he paused turning to the animals as he gave a wicked, feral grin. “Then, you lot will not fail where Alpha-1 failed” he growled, leaning forward as they cowered again. “The world will tremble before me once I harness the powers of the Void, and truly earn my title of Void Master” he said, turning back towards his work bench as he started to make a list of what to do next.



“… Chief Faircross was unwilling to talk to our reporters today, over the incident at the bank. But the fact is, it does seems like Whitescar is indeed real and this city might start to change. And I hope it changes for the better… in other news, after the deal with the bank a rise of strange graffiti marks have appeared, the vandals haven’t been caught. But it seems they are leaving something akin to a headless body of some sort in a circle, there is no clue on what this means if it does mean anyt…..” the news anchor stated, being drowned out as Faircross glanced out of the window of her study. A bottle in her hand as she took another long drink from it, letting the alcohol slide down her throat, as she shook her head again.
Today wasn’t her day, she thought going over the events again for the hundredth time. But it wasn’t that, that was bugging her, it did play a part but it wasn’t the main cause. Hazel eyes glanced over to the desk in the room, falling on a mobile phone, one that was given to her on her first day as Police Chief. She had dismissed the calls and texts she had gotten on it as crazy, thinking it was all a prank. And yet after today, she wasn’t so sure as she heard it buzz telling her another text had been received. With a frustrated sigh, she walked over placing the bottle down as she glanced down at the screen. Just one sentence was all that was sent, but it still made her question her next movement. Faircross glanced back out towards the city as she remembered that oath she took, not just in the academy, but to her family, to herself. To keep this city safe, to do her best no more hybrids suffered in the city.

Glancing down, she clicked on the message, seeing the words again as she pondered a bit.

‘Do you believe us now?’ the message said.

Faircross again pondered her next move, before picking up the phone. Careful to not crack the glass she typed in her reply.

‘Yes’

A few seconds later, the phone vibrated again, as she looked at the message.

‘Good. Then it’s time we begin.’

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p.s this is my 200th post :)