Storm’s Eye

Lonesome, Love some, Hate some...

Norway, the year 4152. The rotary axis of the planet has changed, making Norway a subtropical environment. Nighttime, all is dark.

Falcon lands on his back with a thud on a paved area.

He gets on his feet and finds an envelope by his side.

In curiosity he bends down, picks it up and rips it open.

It reads: “Hate to just leave you like this, but the gods weren't too keen on me not retrieving the shape shifters-stone. Oh well...That's what you get.

But down to the biz; Take a look around you will notice you are in the vicinity of a complex, the FF(Free Furr)-Complex. But then again, you can't see it 'cause it's an underground-complex. A guard should come around in a few seconds, I have arranged him to fit your measurements.

Knock him down and take his clothes! Can't run about naked when we're gonna get a girlfriend, can we? Be sure to do a mental tap on him too. He should know where they keep Xeni, and you'll learn the FF's primary languages; Norwegian and German. Good luck. Your angel, Star”

Surely enough, a person with a plasma rifle was coming Falcon's way, obviously very tired. Falcon stands still, letting the guard pass.

In the dim light of a streetlamp, Falcon puts his arm around the guards head and jerks. A crack, a thump and a wolf man holding a glowing hand upon the dead mans forehead. He strips the guard down to his underwear and leaves him. Army-green tank-top and pants, black jacket and boots... skip the boots. Wouldn't fit anyway...

Falcon throws the rifle over his shoulder and presses a spot on a smooth concrete wall. A tile on the ground opens up behind him, leading to a hole with a ladder. “Handy...” Falcon thinks and climbs down the cool shaft. He jumps a half meter down onto a rubber coated floor. He looks down a well lit hall, with white walls. Falcon sees it only fit to walk down the hall, his footsteps echo until he comes face to face with a big, metal door. He turns the handle and pulls the heavy door open with a low rumbling. His eyes are met by dozens of FF's, male and female. Though he is from Noo'Rahd, no one really cares and he walks past the masses seemingly unnoticed. More halls were to be walked down before he finally came to the prison area. There were several cells.

Falcon looked into them, one by one, until at last...

That's when he saw her sitting there, with teary eyes and long, light-brown hair.

Fur of scarlet and snow, fast asleep in shabby clothes.

Falcon's eyes widen, his knees and rifle drop to the floor beside of her.

He leans over her and lays his hand on her head.

She awakens and she gasps: “Wer bist du?”

Falcon shushes and concentrates. He puts his other hand under her muzzle and closes his eyes.

His hands sheds a purple light in the shady cell.

He opens his deep brown eyes, they are met by her sky-blue.

They don't say a word, she only throws her arms around Falcon.

Falcon slips out of the jacket and lays it over the vixen's shoulders.

“Thank you...” she responds, a bit choked up.

“It's alright,” he says and strokes her cheek. “I'm here to get you out, “ he says and stands up. He reaches out his hand “Hopefully, I'll get us home...” he sighs “Hopefully...”

She pulls herself up with Falcon's hand.

“Xeni,” he says “I...” “Fuchsann...”she interrupts with a smile “Call me Fuchsann,”

Falcon lifts an eyebrow. “Alright, Fuchsann. I think that I... ehm... I... well...”

Fuchsann stares into his eyes, and puts on a serious face “You what? You sound like you want to say you love me,”

“That's because I do,” Falcon says “I love you...”

Fuchsann smiles, with a tear building in her eye.

An enormous explosion shakes the room, and is followed by gunshots and screams.

Fuchsann grabs Falcon's arm and clings to it. He pulls her through the halls. The shooting has stopped, no more screams. They enter a room flooded with corpses and blood.

In the other door, a person with black, protective clothes stands holding a minigun. He has a red scarf around his face, only revealing his blue hair and jett-black eyes. His black gloves glisten, soaked with blood.

Fuchsann hides behind Falcon as the blue-haired person raises his minigun.

His hands start shaking. Falcon turns around and embraces Fuchsann.

The minigun falls to the floor and melts into a ball, and the padded knees drop to the floor. Falcon feels a strong will of death from the kneeling gunman.

The blue-haired person pulls a knife out of the side of his armor and moves it slowly towards his throat. Falcon runs forth and kicks the knife out of his hand.

The steel blade scrapes along the floor and hits a wall.

The blue-haired gets up, takes a firm grip around Falcon's neck and says “I thought I could spare your life!”

Falcon laid his hands on the blue hair, they started glowing.

The grip on Falcon's neck faded away.

“It's alright, Zaz...I understand...”

“Zaz is no more. I am Snowen,” Snowen says.

He reaches out his hand for the metal-ball lying in a corner.

The ball rolls across the floor, jumps into his palm and melts into a glove.

“I was warned about you, project Jade Falcon Storm. Though you didn't have a chrono-suit, you managed to warp from the 14th century and back here.”

He pulls off the red scarf around his face. Fuchsann looks in dread at him.

“He looks like one of my clan... And so very familiar…” she thinks.

Snowen's glove extends thin claws as he rams it into Falcon's chest and picks him up.

Fuchsann is disgusted by Snowen's action, she bends over and picks a bloody handgun out of a stiff hand. Falcon just hangs there, eyes closed, gaping wounds with the inflictor still in them.

Fuchsann raises the heavy gun, shaking.

She points it towards Snowen, turns her head and squints.

A big chunk of Snowen's arm splatters onto the wall as the gun goes off.

His arm barely hangs on, in some veins and muscles.

Fuchsann pulls off several more shots, before Falcon hits the floor.

A big dent forms on Snowen’s breastplate, and his knee is penetrated.

His heavy body drops to the floor, and his glove crawls up his arm and covers the wound. Falcon lies in his own blood, smiling.

Fuchsann drops the gun and runs across the room to Falcon.

Her furry knees soak up blood around Falcon. The blood shimmers in rainbow-colors in the dim light. She lifts Falcon's back up and wipes her eyes with bloody hands. “I'm really getting used to all this bleeding...” Falcon laughs and lays his arm around Fuchsann's shoulders.

“How can you laugh when you're dying?!” Fuchsann says shocked.

“These tiny flesh wounds?” he responds and points at his gaping, sliced up chest.

Fuchsann buries her face on his shoulder and sighs.

“No, really... I'm OK,” Falcon smiles, and grabs her hand.

He leads it over his bloody, unharmed chest.

Fuchsann's head shoots up “But...but...what...who...”

“Magic...” Falcon sarcastically remarks.

“I'll try to tell you later, but our friend, Snowen, needs a reprogramming,”

Snowen's arm is whole again, and the metallic liquid has crawled down to his knee. He is unconscious.

Falcon steps behind Snowen's head and buries his hands in the blue hair.

He stands as solid as a rock, in a trance. His hands flaming, and Snowen's black eyes open and glow eerily.

Fuchsann feels nervous about this, and the corpses lying about doesn't help much either. She walks into a hallway to get away from the sight of blood and body parts.

She steps in something soft and squishy, but can't see what it is.

A flashlight shines on the side of her foot, and she picks it up.

Fuchsann lights up her feet. Something pink coming out of a...dead man's cracked skull. She gasps, steps backwards and trips over some guys arm.

Falcon pulls Snowen on his feet, and Snowen just falls face-down on the blood-coated, concrete floor.

Fuchsann screams in a pile of warm corpses.

Falcon turns toward her screams, looks down at Snowen and up again, and runs to Fuchsann.

He trips over a corpse's arm and falls, lodging his muzzle between Fuchsann's legs. His hands fumble about the dead bodies, looking for something to push up from. The floor is bloody and slippery.

Falcon manages to get up eventually, and he pulls Fuchsann out of the room.

She drops the flashlight, smashing the lens against the butt of a rifle.

Falcon looks at the spot he left Snowen, he's gone.

“Come on, Fuchsann. Let's leave this...tomb.” Falcon says.

Fuchsann nods and fondles her tail as she steps alongside Falcon.

Through the once white echoing hall, now stained with blood and bullet-holes and corpses absorbing the sounds of their feet.

The ladder leading up to the streets was bent and burnt, the hatch blown clear off. Falcon climbs half way up and looks around from the hole. All seems clear and he jumps up onto the pavement. He takes a few seconds to look around before helping Fuchsann up. They just stand there, looking about the pavement, not knowing where to go. “Where do we go now?” Falcon asks. “You tell me, hotshot. I'm the one being rescued,” Fuchsann says with a slight laugh. Snowen looks down at them from atop a streetlight. He's confused...

Confused of their next move, but more confused of his. He has already unplugged his tracker-bug from his brain, so he can't go back to Sky-Tech without them knowing he let the priority #1 and #2 slip away from his crosshair. Sky-Tech can still track his vital-signs, so he has only two alternatives; Seppuku, or false reports. Option 2 would prove impossible, due to Sky-Tech's comparisons with any relevant source. Snowen stands up on the thin, metal bar and sighs; “Redeem me...” He draws a deep breath, then swan-dives.

Falcon and Fuchsann look at each other curiously.

“Does she like me too?” Falcon thinks, “I COULD read her mind...maybe even MAKE her...no, no...” He shakes his head.

“What is he thinking?” Fuchsann wonders, “Me, him, no clothes...? Hehehe...” She smiles. Snowen's cranium cracks along with several other limbs, and blood splatters about the pavement. Falcon quickly turns as he hears the thud right behind him. “Fuck! No!” he exclaims when he realizes it's Snowen. “What do I do? What do I do?!” “Heal him!” Fuchsann commands with a big question mark in her face.

Falcon straightens out Snowen's mangled body and grabs his cheeks.

His hands burn purple flames, and Snowen's eyes start twitching.

“He's still alive...but I can't seal his wounds!”

“You did it to yourself! There's gotta be some way you can do it!?” Fuchsann says, pressured. “My blood...” Falcon thinks aloud. His quivering hands goes through the various pockets on his pants. He finally finds a small spring knife and cuts his wrist, his eyes squinting in pain.

A stream of glittering blood runs onto the lifeless body. Falcon bleeds into Snowen's mouth and head wound. He starts to feel weak, and loses balance. Snowen swallows, and Falcon falls unconscious beside him. Fuchsann walks over to the two bleeding boys. She rips the arm of her shirt and wraps it around Falcon's wrist. She kneels down between them and lays a hand upon Falcon's and Snowen's chest. A silent prayer runs across her lips, and tears across her red cheeks. Snowen starts moaning, and his skull is returning to it's original shape. Falcon breathes deeply, and whispers; “Why must I bleed so damn much...”

Snowen sits up and hits his breastplate. The plate splits down the sides, he throws it aside and sighs. “Why do you care for a murderer?” he says and runs his hands through his hair. He picks a small cube out of his hair and looks at it for a second. “Do you two like the idea of me living a bit longer?” Snowen asks.

“Well, sure, cutie,” Fuchsann replies while trying to wake Falcon. “And how about your own lives?” he asks. She looks at him with a puzzled look. “Yeah...What of it?” “In that case,” Snowen puts the cube gently on the ground, “I strongly suggest I leave this chip here...” he gets up and throws Falcon over his shoulder.

“And then, my good vixen, RUN!” Fuchsann starts running, Snowen stands and looks at her. “20-13,” he says, “speed; code red”

Snowen starts running at twice Fuchsann's pace. As he catches up with her, he flips her around and over his other shoulder and runs even faster.

In a matter of seconds, they were 500 meters away from the tiny cube.

Snowen does a somersault to stop, still carrying Falcon and Fuchsann. He kneels down and let's them both off. Falcon was still unconscious, but says “Boom,” The ground shook, and a second later an enormous explosion blasts their eardrums. “What the hell was that?” Fuchsann asks, poking her ears. Snowen looks at her, “That was my brain-chip and armor,” He then looks down at Falcon, “It was supposed to be a stronger blast, but my equipment-unit is in my body,”

“...Star,” Falcon mumbles. “Yes...Ok...” Snowen and Fuchsann stares at him.

“...Tattoo? ...hurt?” Falcon erects his wings, and some patches of fur around his eyes burst into flames. “...owowowowowowow...” he whimpers.

After the flames extinguish, new soot-black fur grows out, creating markings around his eyes. Falcon suddenly just wakes up and says; “What? Something happen to us while I was out?” Fuchsann sits down on top of him and leans over him, face to face.

“Snowen seems to be our friend now,” she says, then starts running her finger around his eye-markings. “While you were out you talked to a “Star” about tattoos, then you caught fire and got... well, tattooed...”

Fuchsann puts her hands on Falcon's cheeks, “And do you want to know another thing?” she asks. “Mmmhmmm...?” he smiles.

She leans down to his ear and whispers; “This position makes me horny,”

She can clearly feel his erection beneath her.

“But that's another story, honey,” Fuchsann gets up and Falcon too. Snowen stands firm and looks them both up and down, thoroughly.

“What's the matter, Snowen?” Falcon asks. “Your behavior... I find it somewhat familiar, but Sky-Tech did a lot of tampering with my emotions,” Snowen says and shakes his head. “And I also noticed your clothes. You must admit, your clothes are ready for a change,”

Snowen opens his mouth wide, a metallic liquid crawls out and into his palm, and assumes the shape of a ball. He hands the metal ball to Fuchsann, and it immediately starts to melt and slide across every nook and cranny of her body. She seems enjoy it, especially around the chest and crotch... “It's taking your measures...” Snowen informs Fuchsann. “Feels like something else...” she mumbles. The ball stops in her hand, and it is passed on to Falcon. It does the same procedure with him, at least almost... “Ow! That freaking thing is trying to neuter me!” Falcon yells and grabs his crotch. “I think it likes you,” Fuchsann laughs. The ball finally returns to Snowen, then turns into a flat screen. “What colors would you like to have your clothes in?” Snowen asks. “Red,” Fuchsann answers, Falcon still thinking. “Well, all we have is black.” Snowen says with his eyes on the screen. “And it should arrive, just about...” A parcel blinks in, in front of them. “...now,”

Snowen opens it and hands Falcon and Fuchsann a bag each and keeps rummaging about the parcel.

They both tear up the air-tight bags, uncovering clothing.

Falcon rolls out a pair of pants, a pair of boxers and a padded shirt falls on the ground. Fuchsann's clothes are somewhat skimpier. A tube top, tight shorts and underwear. Snowen pulls up a heavily adorned mirror and an envelope from the now empty cardboard box. He pulls out a knife from his boot and cuts the envelope open.

“Hey, Snowen,” Falcon says while studying the back of the pants, “Where does the tail go? I'm tired of keeping it down the leg,” “Well,” Snowen replies, then puts the knife's blade between his thumb and index finger. “Make it fit,” He says and throws the knife at full speed at Falcon's throat. Falcon's arms cross in front of him as a reflex, and the knife stops, mid air, in front of him. “The project was a success, “Project” Jade Falcon Storm,” Snowen says and unfolds a piece of paper.

Falcon reaches out for the balanced blade, not really sure what happened, then cuts a slit in his new pants. He hands Fuchsann the shiny knife, assuming she too has to customize her clothing. Snowen pulls a lighter out of his pocket, and lights it. He looks briefly at the sheet of paper, then ignites it. “What was that?” Fuchsann asks, and hands him the knife back. “That was a letter from Sky-Tech, or rather my operators. They know I have strayed from my original path, and they know I am with you two,” Falcon looks at Snowen, “What does that mean?”

Snowen stuffs his hand into the mirror. “It means that we are either very lucky...” He pulls a bundle of handguns with belts out of the strange mirror. “...Or we are in need of protection.” He throws Falcon a Modified Desert Gryphon .90 and straps two Glock 69s to his waist. “What about me? Am I supposed to be defenseless?” Fuchsann says into Snowen's face. “I had other plans for you,” Snowen says and pulls a syringe-gun from the mirror. “You lack proper training for weapons of my caliber. And besides, you are female...” Fuchsann grits her teeth. “...and research has proved that females often excel in close combat. I wasn't very impressed when you shot me with that magnum with hollow points earlier.” He draws a series of colored vials out of the mirror. “I must ask you to strip, Fuchsann,” Snowen says and clicks a blue vial into the syringe-gun. Fuchsann just steps back and shakes her head. “I'm a trained field-medic. I've seen tons of naked women during the last world war, both dead and alive. So come on. You do wish to take part in our battle?” Snowen tries to convince Fuchsann. She nods, and says “I'll strip if Falcon does first, I know he's gotta put on his new clothes sometime...” Falcon looks puzzled at her, Fuchsann grins back at him. Snowen sighs, then he lifts his metal-ball to his mouth and whispers; “20-13, persuade target,” then he throws 20-13 at Falcon's head. It turns into a web that wraps itself around his head. Falcon furiously pulls at it, but is finally rendered unconscious. “20-13, animate,” Snowen commands, and Falcon gets on his paws. “Change clothes, 20-13,” Surely enough, Falcon starts pulling his clothes off. Snowen pulls Fuchsann's back up against his chest, then covers her eyes. She struggles a bit, but finds that Snowen is too strong for her. Falcon puts on the new clothes in a very stiff manner, but in a relatively short while he was fully dressed. Snowen lets go of Fuchsann, and then snaps his fingers. Falcon sits down, with his head between his knees. “Now then,” Snowen sighs. Fuchsann stares nervously at the syringe-gun and asks; “What will that stuff do to me?” Snowen looks her up and down, “It's a basic steroid-hybrid. It will strengthen the specified musclegroup without making them expand in any way. Although, I have some programmable growth-hormones in my space-compressor,” he says and pats the mirror hanging on his belt.

Fuchsann looks down at her chest. “Although, I see no need for you to alter any part of your body,” Snowen says, and Fuchsann feels a bit flattered to hear that. “Shall I inject this or not?” he asks. “Alright... let's do it...” she answers a bit reluctant. Snowen lays out the rest of the vials along the ground and Fuchsann starts to get out of her dirty, blood-soaked, ripped clothes.

“Get down on all four,” Snowen says. Fuchsann looks suspiciously at him, but does as told. “You might lose balance while I inject these fluids, I mean nothing sexual,” he informs his patient. He presses the gun onto the back of her neck, then pulls the trigger. A needle pierces her skin and pumps the blue liquid into her body. She starts shaking, and tears run down her muzzle. “Does it hurt?” Snowen asks her in a gentle voice. Fuchsann nods. He quickly takes of one of his belts, folds it, then puts it in her mouth. “Bite on this, it helps...”

Snowen discards the empty vial and loads a red one. He presses the gun onto her spine. Fuchsann sinks her teeth into the rubber belt, and trembles even more as the red fluid exits the gun. Snowen loads a green vial and presses it off into her thigh. He does this again on her other thigh. “You smell quite... tempting. Are you in heat?” Snowen tries to ask the quivering vixen. “Can you lay down on your back?” She manages to turn around on the ground while Snowen loads a silvery vial. “Comfortable?” he asks. The trembling, red-furred beauty shakes her head. “It's about to get worse...” He presses the syringe-gun up beneath her ribcage. “Take a deep breath now,” She draws her breath, and when Snowen feels she has drawn as much air she can, he injects the silver fluid.

Fuchsann's screams are muffled in the belt she almost bites through. She calms down after a while and starts drawing her breath normally again. “That's it, you can get dressed now,” Snowen tells Fuchsann. “She must have fainted,” he thinks and picks up the pile of her new clothes. He picks out the panties and pulls them onto her, then digs out the bra. “20-13, release,” Snowen commands and 20-13 runs like liquid down Falcon's chest. Snowen raises Fuchsann to a sitting position, then sits down with her between his legs. He straps on the bra, while Fuchsann hangs like a puppet without strings. Falcon starts coming to his senses. “What the fuck just happened?” Snowen turns his head towards Falcon and answers; “I disabled your curious eyes...” “Gave me a damn headache you did..." Falcon mumbles in a grumpy way.

“Help me get Fuchsann dressed, she's out cold,”

Snowen gets the tube-top onto her, while Falcon pulls the shorts up her legs.

Snowen lifts her a bit so Falcon can get her tail through the slit in the back of the shorts. “Take my place, Falcon. She will be confused when she awakens,”

Falcon gets behind Fuchsann and holds her in a tight embrace with his chin on her shoulder. Snowen picks up the syringe-gun and throws away the empty vial. He then loads another silvery vial. “Falcon?” “Yes...?” “You didn't get your final injection at Sky-Tech. Shall I give it to you now?” Falcon thinks a second. “Yeah, sure. Why not?” “Lean back a little,” Snowen says and maneuvers the gun in below his ribcage, then pulls the trigger. Falcon is immediately wracked in pain, but only momentarily. Snowen is curious of Falcon's ability to heal wounds in a manner of seconds. He loads an empty vial in the syringe-gun and flips a switch, then presses it against Falcon's arm. In the blink of an eye, the vial is filled. Snowen quickly shoves the vial into 20-13. “God! What the hell was that stuff you gave me?” Falcon asks. Snowen stuffs the syringe-gun in the space compressor, and extracts two small pills. “I gave you the final steroid-type, the so-called “activator”. An enzyme that makes the previous injections strengthen your muscles, and then have an effect of 50%,” “What's the use of reducing the effect?” “Your brain would start bleeding after few days without the activator,” “Good thing I got it in time...” “You didn't,” Falcon looks puzzled at Snowen. “It has gone 6 months since you escaped from the facility, so you should actually have died a long time ago,”

“So why were you warned about me?” “I wasn't, but there was a bounty on you. A few hundred million dollars or euros for your head, eternal life and eternal funding from Sky-Tech for bringing you alive,”

Fuchsann starts moaning and wriggles a bit in Falcon's sure embrace.

“We should leave this area, in case the remaining Free Furrs should come around. Or if Sky-Troops should check for my remains,” Snowen says and looks around. Falcon nods. Snowen reaches into his space-compressor and draws out two rubber harnesses. “Get up, Falcon,”

Falcon lays Fuchsann gently down on the asphalt. Snowen straps the harness onto him, and straps the second onto Fuchsann. Falcon pulls a bit on the harness. “What are these good for?” Snowen lifts Fuchsann on her feet, and holds her by the harness. “Notice the hooks on your back, these straps were standard for retrieving injured troops or carrying other payloads,” Snowen lifts Fuchsann. “Turn around, Falcon,” Falcon turns his back towards Snowen and Snowen puts Fuchsann on his back. “See it as giving her a piggyback ride,” Snowen says. “Where are we going?” “I was thinking we might camp out in the woods. Sky-Corp tries to restore woods and do not dare setting foot there,”

Falcon puts Fuchsann's arms around his neck. “What's so dangerous about the woods? Giant, mutant insects?” “Wrong. Giant, mutant poodles. Some scientist exposed a poodle to certain chemicals and radiation, just as a joke for the Sky-Military. The poodle was supposed to make fresh meat see that even poodles pose a threat,” “So why is that poodle a threat to us?” “It broke out, killed the scientist AND a whole squad of complex-guards, then somehow started reproducing in the woods.”

Snowen starts walking, his rubber soles thumping on the asphalt. Falcon walks alongside him, with his girl on his back. “Snowen?” Falcon says, and Snowen looks at him. “Have you noticed that... smell?” “Of course," Snowen replies. “Well... Do you know where it's coming from?” “Her,” “Can't remember any smell like that...” “I recall smelling that right before I left Noo'Rahd, but only vaguely. I guess you two have come of age,” “You mean we're 18?” “No. 16, according to what little I remember from home.”

Falcon looks emptily straight forward, the number 16 echoing in his mind. “So you're saying we're only 16 and already we're parts of immense military projects?” “According to what I've heard, only teenagers were abducted from Noo'Rahd. The reason was that teenagers hormones were unstable and easier to alter,”

They both keep plodding along the road, though it looks endless.

“Where did that little blob go, Snowen?” “Do you mean 20-13?” “Yeah, I guess...” “She's camouflaged in my clothes fabric.”

Falcon just nods. “This is boring,” Falcon exclaims. “Why can't something fun...”

From around a corner of a building, a squad of Sky-troopers throws a barrage of flashbangs. Falcon is blinded by the light, but Snowen seems unaffected. Falcon sends out a barrage of taboo-words and stumbles about confused.

Snowen draws his 2 Glocks and starts firing at the men in black. Falcon gets his gun out, but aimlessly waves it about. Snowen runs toward the troopers, firing without stop, firing without having to reload... When he finally reaches them, they're all dead. Falcon's sight is blurry and he barely makes out the shape of Snowen.

Assuming it might be another trooper, he pulls off a few rounds at Snowen.

Snowen got lucky. “Oops...” is the next thing that crosses Falcon's lips as he recognizes the blur of Snowen.

They walk onwards a bit, and finally they arrive at the “dreaded” forest.