This story takes off right after the last so read that one first!! Any way I feel as though I’m getting some where with this story series. I WILL stop at the tenth story so don’t expect any more. However, I will start on something new. I don’t know what yet but I guess I’ll figure it out soon. If any of you got an idea, shout or comment or something. I want to hear your ideas




The Futures Past


My old life is now and forever gone. I can never go back the simple life I knew just a couple of days ago. I can never go back to my family, my friends, any of them. All I can do is wait. Wait for what comes next.
“What?!” I suddenly sit up and hit my head on a hard surface just above me. I sit right back down and rub the top of my head, ravaged by the sudden excruciating pain. Then I was pinned a against the firm leather seat of the car and couldn’t regain control of my body as the car went from 0 to 70 in under five seconds. But soon we reached a steady speed and I’m able to move around. I look at the person that says he‘s me. He looks an awful lot LIKE me but he was much bigger and taller and the white fur was dingy. “Who the hell are you, and don’t bullshit.” He looked at me the way my brother does when he knows I’m hurt. “You” “bullshit” “look I don’t have time to explain. Just sit down and put your seat belt on.” ‘It’s just one thing after another’ I thought to myself. Putting on my seat belt was probably a good idea, seeing as though we Are traveling at 120 Miles per Hour and gaining.
This Person who says he’s me won’t tell me a freaking thing. So far I know that my closest friend is dead, I’m along way from home and I’m in a car with someone I’m not even sure is legitimate with what he is saying. After a couple of minutes speeding along the vacant road this person slows down and turns onto a dirt road. We drive for a couple of seconds before he stops and turns the engine off. “Now can you tell me whop you are?” he looks me dead in the eye and says. “I’m you” I get agitated. “You know what I’ve had it with al that’s happened for the past week. I want a straight answer now!” he puts his hand up as I go to hit him. “What the Fu-““I did the same thing” he puts his hand on my shoulder and starts to explain. “What Donnie was, was a carrier of a powerful devise called an Anti-Matter bomb. If that bomb goes off, all of the US and Russia will be in a fight that I’ve seen. And I never want to see it again. All of the US and Russia WILL be Annihilated, and the rest of the world will follow suit.” I can’t believe this shit. “You know what? Just leave me the fuck alone and get on your marry way. I’m done.” I start to get out but a powerful hand grabs my shoulder and pulls me back in. I’m laying on my back, half on the seat, half off. Soon I’m taken in to a deep kiss, one that I never felt before. I wanted to fight him off me, but my arms couldn’t move. It was as though my body wanted this but my mind was too stubborn to realize the pleasure emanating from the middle of my chest. This was something I never felt before. Usually pleasure starts a little down south but this was different, but somehow familiar. This was like a love kiss, but I didn’t even know the guy. And I just can’t believe what he’s telling me or what anyone tells me, right off the bat.
I don’t know if I can trust him but hey, If you don’t risk nothing you don’t get nothing. I felt is tongue leaving my mouth and a part of me wanted the moment to last longer; but I wanted answers. We parted and just stared at each other. His fur was softer then I expected and he smelled of sweat. I didn’t know if I was blushing or something else but he suddenly started to laugh. Then I realized that it was the shocked expression on my face. I quickly sat up and turned too him. “Why’d you do that?” he looked as if he were blushing as well. “You trust me?” I thought for a second then replied “Yea” I wasn’t sure what to say next. “Well that’s why I did it. You coming along?” he said as he started the car. I sat back down in the seat and without further distrust, I closed the door.
I couldn’t stop thinking about what happened; my best friend is dead, I’m with some one Who, I know, IS me, which is enough to fuck with anyone’s mind, plus I’m running from people who deal with weapons capable of destroying the world two times over. Oh well just another day in my, now fucked up, thing I call my life.


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“George are you alright?” Drake asked the wolf, who was now bent over a sink washing the shrapnel and blood out of his fur. He turned around and said “Fuck no! I get a face full of shrapnel and you ask me if I’m alright?” “I meant, can you still stand up?” George looked away, clearly annoyed. ‘Smart ass’ “what was that?” he turned to face the tiger and said. “How is the operation going?” Drake sighed. “The operation was over about the time you woke up” George growled at Drake for his arrogance, and he just turned around and continued to wash his fur. “But we have a problem sir” George listened intently “that bastered destroyed the capsules in the armory.” George turned to face the tiger. “Why the fuck isn’t that place locked up?” George was face-to-face with the tiger. Drake wouldn’t be easily intimidated; he stood his ground. “Because your dumbass forgot to lock it when you grabbed that pistol of yours” Drake pointed to the destroyed frame of the Desert Eagle. George knew this to be true; he didn’t lock the armory up when he left. “All we got left is a capsule with 1/8th the battery power” “how are we going to deal with this?” “Our only hope is that we can get it away from here as fast as possible or this place will be erased from the map” George didn’t like the sound of that. Because that meant that someone was going to have to drive it away from here. “Well?” George said. Drake asked “’Well’ what?” George was getting pissed, and Drake knew, even saw, this. “Take that helicopter and fly it away from here, like a little birdie” Georges sarcasm was intolerable, but he had no choice. George was a fucked up person. He will kill your family and any other connections if you disobeyed an order. Uklain knew this to be all too true. He did as he was told and grabbed a capsule and started the helicopter.
An hour latter Geroge was sitting in his office just waiting for the ‘Boom’ then “George you have a package here at the front office. ‘Can’t believe this place is still functioning’ He stood up and walked out of his office. The place wasn’t a total wreck, people were still here, walls were still fully intact and only the left wing complex was destroyed. The rest was intact and fully functional. As he opened one of the large double doors at the entrance of the front office Shelly was standing and holding a small package. George couldn’t take his eyes off the beautiful fox. She was white on the chest and the rest of her (at least what he can see) was red-orange. He grabbed the box and said “thank you”
The box was quite heavy for its size but he opened it anyway. There was no stamp or any name of who sent it just the words “HA HA HA HA HA HA!!” written in red sharpie. He cut open the bow and dug around in the Styrofoam beads, A quite loud ‘beeping’ sound emanating from the inside of the box. George grabbed a hold of something tubular and large. He pulled it out of the box and looked at it. A little dot of blue was in the middle of the ‘beeping’ devise and LED lights that read “Battery level: Critical” then he recognized what it was. “YOU FUCKING BIIIIIIIIITCH!!!!!”