And here it is, the final part of Volt Shock's origins. But he still doesn't call himself that, it will be a bit. Don't worry he will eventually, as well as get a costume upgrade.

Sorry it took me a bit to get this one done, but hope you enjoy. Sorry no fights, but foreshadowing for a future event.

Enjoy!

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A month had passed since that night, and to say the city hadn’t change would have been a lie. Michael kept his eyes glued to the TV, as the evening news played a recap of that day. A unicorn woman bristling with literal fire battling the super-heroine, Whitescar. In fact it was pretty much been on anyone had talked about today. And yet, it was still hard to believe what was happening.

Many were sceptical at first, thinking that Whitescar had to be some sort of publicity stunt, promoting something. Then the battle against that lynx, Void Master and his creature happened, shaking many free of that thought. If there was any doubters, then it was sure the battle against the Unicorn that called herself Elementala would of finished off those thoughts. Michael being one of those people as he watched the recap, mainly shaky phone photo of the battle.

But the folf’s mind was still dwelling on other stuff, as he changed the change to some sitcom that was on. After that night he had been searching the internet, trying to find any information he could on if Clifford Hunt was still at large. He’d hope that he was mistaken, that the guard had sent in a report, and that ocelot was put away behind bars. Sadly, he couldn’t find anything. Not a single thing mention of the ocelot, as he remembered sitting back starting at the screen, blankly.

The sound of canned laughter broke his mind back to the present day as he let out a soft sigh. Part of him thought that he shouldn’t be so shaken up, the guard had survived that night, but did suffer from some nerve damage after one of the bullets hit him. He had seen the guard afterwards from a distance a few times back in Wolfden. As well as on the local news to give his part of the story, working with the police to catch the gang.

‘No, can’t go back down that train of thought again’ Michael thought to himself, as he switched channels again, coming across a music channel as he allowed the music to play. ‘But still. Mmmm, I maybe able to do something about it. Can’t go to the police, I guess before I could. But now that Whitescar and two supervillains showed up, they may have a guess on why a Folf would have information on that.’ After dwelling a bit on the idea of telling, the folf brushed it off. There had to be another way, he was sure of it.

Checking the time Michael decided it was time to call it a night, standing up as he turned the TV off, stood up and stretched, yawning slightly as he headed towards his bed room. A quick change of clothing and making sure all the lights were off, the young man settled in bed as he let out a sigh glad to have a chance to hopefully have a good nights rest. Pushing any thoughts of guilt that dealt around that Ocelot from his mind, Michael settled in for the night, reaching over and turning off the bedside lamp as he closed his eyes. As he started to slowly fall asleep, a single thought went through his mind, something he had not considered yet.

‘Why not looking up any info on that Parasol lady?’


The next few days were almost a blur to him as he went through a whirlwind of work, training at the dojo and other stuff. But as Friday arrived things started to slow down a bit as Michael hung around a small internet café as he pondered his next move carefully, his phone in hand as he logged onto the Wi-Fi. As he took a sip of the coffee he had order, Michael begun searching, typing into a search engine ‘The Parasol’ only to be greeted by websites listing parasols for sale, history of them or different types.

Sighing Michael placed his phone down for a moment, taking a sip from his coffee trying to get some of it while it was still warm. The bitter liquid running down his throat as he thought a bit more, he needed to be more specific it seemed. Pausing a moment to think, he picked up his phone again as he started to search again, this time adding more words like ‘Classy’ ‘French’ ‘Folf.’ As the page refreshed he saw that it indeed lower the number of results… but a large number of porn sites.

Letting out another sigh, he massage the top of his muzzle, muttering ‘Of course.’ Still, Michael wouldn’t be deterred as he started to shift through the pages. After a minute or two and over a dozen pages in the search engine, the young man came across something that caught his eyes. A forum site it seemed as he clicked the link and waited for the website to load. Glancing up from his phone he took another sip of the coffee, watching as different customers walked in and out. Getting bored he looked down at his phone, not noticing the next group that left, including a light grey furred mare walking out of the café.

Seeing the page fully loaded, he started to scroll downwards, reading the few posts. Seems like she would appear, help a few people who were being mugged or something, take out the criminals and leave. With reports suggesting that she started just a bit before the raid on Paragox Labs. As he read his mind turned to the guilt that reared it’s head again as he put the phone down and rubbed his hand against his face. It just kept eating at his mind, still he considered just a tad, to go to the police and report it. No… he had to deal with it himself.

Taking another look on the forum he saw what looked like a rather blurry photo of the Parasol, a side shot of her but her face was almost clear in the street light. His eyes drawn to the mask she wore as he gave some more thought. ‘Maybe…. I could be like her’ he thought, taking another glance at the picture, before existing the forum. ‘But first I need a few things.’

With that last thought he finished his coffee, before searching on his phone again. This time looking for some things that maybe helpful in his view on what he will do. He needed to manage his finances a bit, but maybe if he can find things cheap enough it will still work. Michael sat there for a few minutes more as he went to a few different websites as he took note of what they had to offer, though he’d still need to save up a bit.


Michael worked hard as he could the next few days, doing a few more jobs or getting in some over time. He was lucky he had some money already in the bank, but he still needed some time, as he thought it all over again. While he was still determined, he was having some second thoughts, as well as problems of figuring out just HOW he was going to go after Clifford’s gang. He didn’t know what areas they operated at or if they hit random targets! He had no idea how many of them there are now, whether they were still a small operation or if they had grown more daring and grown.

The folf figured it was what brought him back to the dojo again, this time in the small break-room that Colten had for different purposes. Michael didn’t know anyone who could help him with his dilemma, he trusted the raccoon, enough at least to not push for too much details, he still wanted to keep himself outside of prison. So here he waited as the raccoon came back with some tacos, as he placed the plate down in the middle. “I had a feeling you may want some” Colten said, as he started to put some onto his own plate. “Just don’t go mentioning this, or all my clients would want to have stuff. I trust you, sides you seem to have a lot on your mind.”

The grey furred folf nods as he reaches for a taco himself, taking a bite, feeling the crunchy shell break apart as he nods. Munching and swallowing the bit in his mouth he spoke up, “Yeah. I just… I’m a bit conflicted about something...” Michael trailed off as he continued to eat his food. The raccoon watched him quietly, studying him almost as he started on his own. The folf pondered his next choice of words, before glancing back up at Colten. “It’s something I feel like I should do, to fix a mistake” he added.

“Naturally if it’s a mistake that you’ve made, you should try to fix it. And yet, there is something more isn’t there?” Colten asked leaning forward, his eyes becoming steely as he watched the folf’s gaze. “This isn’t something that’s ruined someone’s life, is it?”

“No….. not really, just… something happened in my youth. And well, I didn’t speak up back then, I was afraid. I’m still afraid, not just for me, but for my mother and father.” He paused again as he took in a deep breath, calming his nerves as he looks back up at the raccoon. “I don’t want to do the obvious in this case, cause I don’t want them to be hurt, or disappointed. I fear that something may happen to them, and they were already harassed because of their relationship.” Pausing, Michael let the raccoon teacher catch up, as he took a breath. “I’m sure you can see why I can’t do what any sane person would tell me to do.”

“I can see. I would say go to the police, cause this does sound serious, but I kind of understand. The advice I would give, would depend on the nature of this whole thing. Like, remain anonymous to give the police tips, if it’s that type of trouble” Colten replied, leaning forward as Michael let out and uneasy sigh.

“But I’ll say this. Just…. What do you feel like? As long as it’s not stupid or dangerous, I’ll say this. Try to get information on whatever it is, if it has to do with that robbery or even if it’s not related to it. Do what you feel like is the right thing to do” the raccoon added as Michael sat in thought, nodding slightly. “So. How’s things been at that Cav-Mart you work at? Assuming you still work there.”

Michael snapped out of his thought as he glanced at the raccoon before nodding a bit, “Yeah. I still do, they hired a security guard just in case. We don’t think it will happen again… At least we’re hoping so, at least it gives Liz some comfort. Though she is working less hours for now.” His gaze dropped down, remembering that sweet lady coming back in, shaking so much her fur was starting to fall out in place. The stress had hit her hard, yet she still tried to earn some money. Yet the folf had a sudden thought, one that shook him.

‘What if I wasn’t there? What if that Parasol didn’t come to help…. What would of happened to Liz? Another victim of Clifford? Another thing I could of stopped all those years ago….’ his thoughts trailed off as he sat in silence. Colten watched in curiosity, his face unreadable as he kept his eyes on the young man in front of him.

Michael’s head snapped up, eyes wide in realisation, he knew his choice now. Knew that if there was to make sure no one else suffered like that security guard, Liz and who ever else Clifford Hunt has ordered his gang to terrorise, he’d have to be like the Parasol. To make it his mission to stop his former gang leader, once and for all!

“Thank you, Colten. I’ve made up my mind on what I have to do. Thanks for the help, though I’d like to try and keep up with my training though. I got the feeling I may need it” the folf stated, looking to the middle aged man, who nodded his approval.

“Of course. I’ve got the feeling that your choice will lead you down the right path.”


Two weeks past as the folf collected the last of what he needed for his plan. It wasn’t anything like Whitescar wore, as he glanced towards the TV screen, watching as the news replayed the first ever interview with the super-heroine. ‘I’m not like that. I am no superhero’ he thought, looking back down at the bed. Light clothing was scattered with a few bits here and there of almost bullet proof like material, even if it was more of what he could get from paint-ball gear. They were dark colour, almost good for how he would operate. Well dark sides an electric blue stripe going down the sides of the vest, giving him a bit of an idea.

Rushing towards the bathroom mirror, he started to concentrate, focusing to reawaken his ability to change his fur. Eyes closed as he strained, feeling the tingling feeling starting to sweep over his body for the first time in years. Once the tingling passed he took a deep breath, having not realised he was holding his breath as he used this ability. Glancing into the mirror, he let out a disappointed sigh as he looked at the colour of his fur, at least he was partiality right, but the fact there was a largely yellow tint to it, almost like the blue was a secondary colour to the primary electric yellow. ‘Ah dammit…. Need to get a hang of this again’

But that’d have to wait for later, he thought as he turned and walked back out towards where the gear was laid out. Putting it on, piece by piece he started to think on his course of action. Normally he would be confused on just how to start, but this time he had an idea as he thought back to a meeting that happened a week after the attempted robbery.

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Michael’s first day back to work after that shift was an uneasy one to say the least, having taken notice of the guard standing near the front. The folf soon found himself standing in front of the manager’s desk, the stallion finishing up the last of some sort of paper work before looking up. “Good to see you back on your feet, though if you need another week off, I’m sure I can find someone to cover your shifts” Mr. Weaver stated, leaning back in his chair and looking the young man before him in the eyes.

“I understand sir, but to be honest. This isn’t the first time I’ve gotten a beating.”

The stallion nods in quiet response, no doubt he had. “Well the offer stands. But I take you’ve noticed some changes, happening around here.”

“The security guard out the front, yeah” Michael nodded in response.

“Yeah. The higher ups didn’t put up much resistance to the idea. Seems like a few other branches has had a few robbery’s in the past week.”

“Ok that’s a bit odd….”

“It’s unknown if they are all connected, they seem to think so. On the plus side it’s given Liz a chance to come back to work. I don’t want to quit, but I’m not gonna stop her if she does.”

Michael nodded again in response, silently agreeing with the stallion, but understanding if the Gundi wanted to leave. The folf looked back up into his boss’s face, watching the stallion as he watched him back. “It makes sense, sir. I hope that’s the last we hear of these guys” he finally added after a moment, pausing as Mr. Weaver let out a heavy sigh, his mane shaking as his head moved in a negative gesture.

“No. I didn’t want to say this, cause the police are still investigating. But… there is reasons to believe there was a getaway driver.”

“WHAT?! There was another one out there?!” Michael slammed his hands on the table as he leaned forward, surprise and fury radiating off him as he mentally cursed himself for thinking that all of them had been captured. He should of figured there was another one out there, the fact the unknown accomplice didn’t come in, was kind of a blessing he thought. Kind of at least, as he calmed his breathing, moving back from the desk.

“Yes, we couldn’t get a good look from the CCTVs, but they reckon it might have been a rabbit, but the police are not 100% sure.”

“Ok…. Sorry for the outburst….” Michael panted, his mind racing as he decided to wait to see what info was released. But if it was Hunt that was behind this, then this might be a lead for him!

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Coming back out of memory lane, Michael started to pull his gear on, being careful to not snag his fur on any of it. It didn’t take that long until he was standing there, glancing at himself in a mirror as he pulled on the crude mask, shifting the vest a bit more, thinking of going to get a bulletproof one at some point, but well it should do the job. Now he just needed to go out, see if he can find the rabbit, as he wondered if it’s who he thinks it is.


But as he found out after a few days, it was a lot harder to find someone in a city with a population in the millions. It was even harder when he kept to the shadows not wanting to be spotted, avoiding any source of lights as he tried to not be seen. Often spending an hour or two in one spot, watching cars drive by as he hoped to get one that would match the description of the car, which was like finding a needle in a haystack.

Letting out a sigh, he got up and stretched feeling his joints pop back into place. Always felt good to have a good stretch as he started to walk through the bushes keeping one eye on the road as he wondered a bit. Maybe he shouldn’t try so hard, maybe try and wait a bit more to see if any more info on the getaway driver. He didn’t get far before he paused, hearing something from a nearby park. His curiosity getting the better of him, Michael made his way over, hiding behind a tree before peering around it. Chances are it was just a couple and he’d leave before they saw him, but if they were then it was an odd one. A lion stood there, speaking to what seemed to be a hyena as a scent drifted towards him, one of them smelling familiar, the other not so much. Keeping his eyes on them, his ears twitched as he picked up parts of the conversation.

“Hunt’s not happy with you, Will. A simple robbery job….”

“How was I supposed to know that I was gonna get ambushed by some crazy chick?! Hell, I had to lay low since I got out on bail….” Michael heard a pause that stretched for seconds, only the wind rustling the leaves broke up the silence, followed by occasional bird. The lion let out a sigh before continuing, “Do wonder if it’s worth it some times. I know that a life of crime always had it’s risks. But well….”

“The fact that superheroes and super-villains are starting to become an actual thing? This is crazy.”

“CRAZY?! This bat-shit insane, is what it is! Here I was thinking that only that Doctor Plague was a weirdo...”

A few moments of silence passed again as one of them crumpled up a can and tossed it onto the ground. A second followed up before the hyena moved, stretching as he turned to face the lion. “I got to run now. I was only here to tell you that, I need to get back home to my kid.”

“Yeah, I’ll go see Hunt. Hopefully he goes easy on me...” the lion walked off for a bit before pausing and turning towards the hyena. “Catch you at the game next week?”

“Sure. Wouldn’t miss it, and hopefully my team kick’s the ass of yours this time!”

“HA! Not likely, take care man.”

Michael ducked behind the tree again as he waited, hearing a motorcycle start up and pealing out of the park. A few seconds more he peeked his head around, seeing the lion still standing there, mumbling under his breath. The folf cleared his throat, hoping to make it sound a bit deeper then it was then taking a step into view.

“You there!” he shouted startling the lion as he started to walk forward. Will, turned and saw the weirdly dressed folf, before sighing a bit. “I want a word with you!”

“What, you got lost from a costume party? Or do you think your a wannabe superhero? Well if you are, you need someone else to design a better costume, that looks like someone colour blind made it” the lion shot back as Michael shook his head. Seeing him not stopping Will raised his hands, clenched into fists as he figured he could get in the good books of the Ocelot if he took this guy out.

“I’m not here to fight. I just want you to relay a message to your boss, Clifford Hunt!”

The lion’s hands went down, his face now uncertain almost growing pale in the lamp, “H...how do you know that name?”

“Let’s just say your boss and I have a bit of a history, got it?! Now are you gonna relay my message?” Michael asked, stopping a few feet from the henchman who weakly nodded. “Good, tell him this. I’m coming for him...” he paused, thinking a bit before a grin crossed his muzzle, a phrase popping back into his head from so many years ago. “And if he asks who gave you this message also tell him this, ‘If I see him again, he will pay!’ If he’s smart he should get the message. Now… GO!”

The lion didn’t need to be told twice as he ran to his car, Michael watching as the door slammed closed and the vehicle tore out of the park’s carport. With a smug grin, the folf nodded as he started to head back home himself, planning on trying to find a way to track all crimes as they happened. There’ll be hits and misses at first he knew, but he will not be deterred from this mission.


A while later in an undisclosed building somewhere in Neolythia, Clifford Hunt glowered at the lion who cowered in front of him. “Are you sure that’s what you heard?!” the Ocelot demanded, strolling forward as Will nodded.

“Yes! Yes! I swear!”

“Humpf…. Get out of my sight!”

“Yes sir!”

Watching the lion scurrying off, he went into thought. ‘Hmmm, it sounds like it might be Grey. But if it isn’t I can’t make mistakes, this…. Guy will be taken care of’ he thought, planning to make an order for all members to keep an eye out as he headed into a secret room. The sounds of bubbling from beaks and flasks echoing off the wall as he made his way towards a figure sitting in front of a computer, looking over some complex formula.

“Doctor Plague, we’ve got a problem. It seems there is another one of those people who think themselves as superheroes. If this new one is any serious as that Whitescar, we will need to discuss the pay for my gang and me. This wasn’t part of the original deal we made when you hired us.” Hunt stated, not unnerved as the clicking stopped or when the chair swivelled around to the side. A beak was the first thing to be seen as it continued, black and sharp looking yet fake. A mask that the person wore, two glassy red lens staring at Hunt.

“Of course. The goal must not deviate, but the plan needs to be readjusted. I’ll call upon you when I have it, go back to your petty crimes and whatever it is you do” the augmented voice came from the plague doctor, hiding any fact of what could gender they could be. “And don’t worry Hunt, the pay will be quite worth the time. And just remember no matter what, I don’t want another failure like Paragox Labs”

The Ocelot nodded as he turned around, turning on his heels leaving Doctor Plague in his room. As the door slid shut the plague doctor wearing individual let out a frustrated sigh, glancing at the computer in front of them. Just because there were now these costumed ones going around, it will not matter as he clicked on a link, as the picture of a stadium appeared on the screen. The person grinned under the beaked masked, as they started to work on the placements of devices, glancing at one of them halfway done near by.

Yes, the day was coming closer. The first step in the ultimate goal, who cared if a few thousand people got sick from an unknown disease.