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Fangs and Fur: chapter 4

Warning: This chapter contains violence !!

Unaware of Xavier's presence and his idea to disturb the little peace he had in his own home, Angel walked the streets to where he would perform for the night. He had almost forgotten his medication again, oh how silly he was. He chuckled at his own clumsiness, gazing down at the brightly coloured bottle of pills, continuing his walk. As the place wasn't in his city area, he would have to travel to a different District entirely. Not that he wasn't used to it. From what he had seen from other worlds, from those human civilizations he had effortlessly destroyed, his own city could only be described as similar, just skaled up. Though perhaps he was wrong, he never stopped to actually observe those miniature buildings. It wasn't in his interest to do so anyway.

Walking along the city streets he arrived at one of the Portal centers that were stationed in several parts of the city. These would allow him to travel to different areas of the city itself and different districts as well. Approaching one of the counters that were almost the size of his own body, he rang a small bell to make himself present. A tiny rat-like creature, with four eyes appeared on top of the desk and gazed down at Angel. They were barely the size of Angels hand, each of its four eyes looking more tired than the other, seemingly careless about the clear size difference. With a yawn they booted up their tiny computer. With a somewhat annoyed sigh they asked in a monotone voice ”Please place your arm on the scanner so we can acquire the necessary information needed for you to depart from here.." Nodding, Angel obliged, placing his arm on the long metal scanner. Despite having done this several times, the needle that penetrated his skin was never pleasant. Rather than crimson red trickling out of the small wound, it was a blackish goo-like substance, that under further observation was seemingly alive. Though neither Angel nor the mouse creature seemed to mind. It was their 'blood' after all.

The information his blood provided got sent to the computer. Typing on their little desktop, they glanced back at Angel rather suspiciously. ”Angel, right? What is the reason for you exiting your district." Their four eyes thinned, as they questioned Angels intentions. Slightly annoyed, Angel explained to them that he had a gig in a separate district. This often happened, because of his rather criminal record, though there was no reason for him to constantly be questioned, right? After a few moments of silence, the rat-like creature swished its tail dismissively, telling Angel with that gesture to go on.

Angel sighed in relief, finally he could go on. Walking to one of the opened portals, he felt the burning stare of hatred from the creature. Whatever, they had no idea who he truly was.

[ A monster? ... ]

He stopped in his tracks, pictures of dead corpses surrounding him filled his mind. Gruesomely slaughtered by his own hands. Gazing down, he could practically feel their blood trickle down his hands. Maybe they weren't so wrong for disliking him.. though then something else filled his mind. Maybe that rat didn't trust his people overall.

[ Tsk, of course not, acting ignorant as always. ]

He thought This wasn't the first time he went to a place and got weird stares like that. Angrily he clenched his fist, this wasn't fair in his eyes.

[ Geez. Things have changed! Why couldn't those assholes stop treating us as if we'd go on to slaughter all of them. ]

Taking a deep breath he steadied himself. Giving himself a mental push, he walked through one of the swirling portals, his vision blurred as his current surroundings shifted. He was now in a much more colourful city district. It was already dark here, though that was barely an issue, as the bright lights, coming from various buildings, illuminated the streets. Angel liked to call this district party city, for obvious reasons. Most people dressed in quite.. expressive ways here. Big poofy hair with highlights brighter than most highlighters themselves, clothing either way too revealing or so extravagant you couldn't help, but stare at just how bizarre they looked. He himself tried to match the theme with more experimental makeup, big accessories such as a huge bow he wore on his back. From afar you could mistake him for a life sized puppet. He enjoyed dressing himself this way, especially for his shows.

Barely anyone actually lived here too. Those who did, usually owned the bars, clubs or other that people visited. Other than that, everything was publicly accessible, of course only for those who were old enough. Children were not allowed anywhere near this district and would promptly be kicked out if they were to be found out. Though it was rare for a child to end up here anyway.

After marching around for a while, he finally arrived at his destination, it was a club or bar of sorts. A speakeasy you could say, just that it wasn't selling liquor illegally. It looked quite old timey and somewhat out of place. But what did he care? If he got paid, he wouldn't complain. With that in mind he entered the bar. The smell of smoke was one of the first things he noticed, he could practically see it linger in grey clouds near the ceiling. Though not just smoky clouds were visible, a huge Chandelier with brightly colored gems hung from the middle of the ceiling, as if it was a blooming flower. Like tiny stars, smaller lights were sprinkled across the wall, helping illuminate the room further. Golden engravings, resembling that of leaf patterns, spread across the dark wooden plafond down to the ground. Spiraling into an engraved flower in the middle of the room. It's blossoming buds being that of dazzling emeralds and glistening ruby. Potted plants that seemed to have been painted in red, golds and purples spread their leaves. Jazz was played in the background to further the vibe of a retro bar. The patrons of the bar sat in front of circular tables with similar golden flower like accessories. They wore dresses with shimmering pearls, feathery headpieces and sparkling makeup. Even though the sight was quite spectacular, a strange feeling of being watched flamed up in his body. In response his fur fluffed up slightly, though Angel dismissed it as a form of excitement.

He gazed around in awe, his tail wagging in delight. He was so focused on taking in every detail, he hadn't noticed the taller man that approached him. He had dark blue fur with lighter spots that could resemble the moon. He was dressed in a tuxedo with slicked back long hair that ran down his back. Despite his taller and more intimidating stature he wore a nervous big smile. Tapping a clipboard the man tried to make himself audible, though quickly realising Angel was too lost in thought. Gentle he leaned down slightly and tapped him on the shoulder, causing him to flinch. The strange feeling of earlier returned as he quickly spun around to face the man, though it vanished, seeing the man's smile. A strange one indeed.. so over the top. ”...Apologies sir, are you one of the.. entertainers that Madam has booked?“ He glanced down at his clipboard and then back up at Angel, tapping one of the names written there and nodding, ”...Aha, yes, you must be Angel, I am glad you have come!“

Angel grinned in response doing a small twirl and bowing, looking up into their eyes. In a sing-song voice he replied ”Why of course I am! Who else would I be. Are you a fan? Hah! I don't mind giving an autograph. Its not everyday you meet your id–“

He was quickly cut off by the man.

” No no- I merely take attendance haha-! Thank you for your offer though, may I lead you backstage now?“

Slightly upset to be turned down he mumbled in agreements following the man behind the stage where the band was currently playing. He gave Angel a piece of paper that had the whole program for the night, including when it was his time to shine. Afterwards the guy said his goodbyes, vanishing back into the crowd.

A few other entertainers were there too, those who were listed on the program. It seemed as if he was the last to arrive though he didn't mind. The best came last after all. He smirked as he greeted the other members, smooth talking his way into making them trust him a bit more than you would any other stranger.

Soon the show began to start, sitting there, waiting for his turn usually wasn't an issue. But some form of nervousness gripped him, the feeling of being watched by someone or..something lingered. Quickly snapping his neck around he saw nothing. Nothing... Why did he feel so strange here. Something was off, but he couldn't tell what it was. The laughs of the audience filled his ears. They made his skin crawl, they weren't sincere in any way. So hollow..so careless. Like a robot pretending to feel, as if they practiced their own reactions to seem natural. Gripping his seat tighter he looked around, he didn't know why, but he was looking for an exit of sorts. His instincts were telling him to leave, to get away as far as possible. Before he could get up and sneak away, a large hand roughly gripped his shoulder. Quickly looking up he saw it was the man from earlier. He didn't smile at first, though the moment he saw Angel look at him, he smiled. As if someone carved it into his face. As if something told him to do it. ”Well pal, it's your turn now. Don't get stage fright..the audience doesn't bite. Haha. . . now go on already.“ The man said, giving Angel a gentle yet forceful push towards the stage. Stopping himself from tumbling outside, he quickly pulled out the brightly colored box of pills. This would calm him..this would make his nervousness go away. Quickly opening the lid, almost dropping it doing so, he chugged down two..three of them down, he didn't count but the more the better.

He felt the effects hitting almost instantly, as if someone turned on a switch, his worldview shifted to a brighter, happier one. Laughing slightly in response to the pleasant sensation, he twirled outside, posing in the end.

The show went surprisingly well, though perhaps he just perceived it that way. The laughter was almost always the same. As if the audience was just a choir there to do its own performance. To cater to his enthusiasm. Though he paid little attention to it. This was about him, this was his show after all. He had opened his performance by making a few silly jokes, nitpicking the people's outfits and makeup choices, and using his powers to then showcase his comedic stories better. It was going along well, though throughout the show the feeling of being watched increased further. Whilst making a joke he gazed upon the crowd, there he spotted a lady. Her black hair and ice blue eyes contrasted the warm colours of the room. Her stare lingered on him, like a predator ready to pounce. Her mouse ears twitched in response, seeing he had noticed her. Her tail swayed dismissively and unlike the others, she didn't laugh nor did she try to crack a smile. But rather than being upset about it, Angel merely smirked and made the lights focus on her. Grabbing the mic, he appeared in a reddish pink smoke cloud next to her. Casually leaning against the table he winked at her. ”Hard time laughing I see, why so! What stranger took away your candy as a child? Am I that good you forgot how to laugh? Hah, and what's with that clothing style! Did ya enter the wrong club.. seems like you're the odd one out Mrs. Wannabe quirky girl. Well let me, the one to judge one best, ask you, madam.. what on earth were ya thinkin! Ya got alllll the money in the world and still can't afford a tailor that understands what the word themeee is !“He appeared back on stage, this time wearing fake glasses, freckles and oversized fake teeth. Next to him, a white board. With a forced nerdish voice he spoke ”a..ahem, well, ya see, since ya might not know what a theme is, I'll spell it out for ya! T H E M E ! Haha! It's really that simple!“ despite his attempts to make the situation more and more stupid, she still continued to look as monotone and out of place as ever. He let out an annoyed growl between his dramatic smile. Luckily though, the rest of the crowd laughed, clearly showing that he was funny! This woman just had noooo idea of humour. Even if he was completely oblivious to the fact that the crowd was neither laughing with him or at him. They just.. laughed as an automatic response. He continued the show for a bit longer as after in a dramatically overdone scene, he tumbled backwards and disappeared in a flame, leaving behind only his performer clothes. Of course those were only props, he wasn't actually naked, then again, the response to that would've been hilarious. He thought, chuckling to himself.

Being now completely exhausted from his whole performance, his initial reaction was to head to the bathroom to refresh himself and wash his hands and face. Entering the bathroom he didn't dare gaze up into his own reflection, he didn't enjoy staring at the person behind it. Sighing he turned on the faucet and began washing his hands, as someone else entered.

He didn't mind, until a familiar scent hit his nostrils. It was her. Chuckling more so out of irritation than finding it hilarious he continued washing his hands. ”Ya know, ma'am, I understand that at your height some signs might be hard to read, but I believe it isn't that hard for you to realise that this is the men's bath–...“

he paused as he glanced up, seeing her in the reflection. His smile fading as he slowly turned off the faucet and took a deep breath.

”...Lady, I am sorry if my jokes offended you, but lets be civil here, please.. put the gun down.“ It was as if the world froze as he said those words. The only audible thing was his own, slow breath. She didn't give a response, merely pressing the gun against the back of his head. As much as he wanted to defend himself, he knew he couldn't. Or better, he shouldn't. Angrily he gripped the edges of the sink. Noticing that the woman finally spoke up ”It seems as if you have recognised your place in this situation. Good..good. Now keep calm...otherwise the next thing you'll feel is a cold metal bullet through your head.“ Her voice was calm, monotone even. Angel tried finding any indication of malice, joy or any other form of emotion.. but there was nothing. Nothing but words spoken by someone who couldn't even fathom the concept of a basic emotion. As calmly as possible he answered her, trying his best not to attack the lady behind him. ”Tsk, I'm not stupid... you and I both know if I dared attack you you'll just frame me.“ he didn't need to finish his sentence as she ended it herself ”...because someone with a criminal record like yours would never be believed. After all, I'm just a helpless damsel in distress next to someone like you. I don't even think your own Mother would believe you..“ gritting his teeth he let out a low growl, turning around to face her. He was taller than her, though despite his now more intimating presence, she didn't budge. Angrily he exclaimed ”Dont you dare say that you..– urgh!“ before he could continue, Lydia quickly grabbed the lower part of his face and pulled him down to make him go eye level with her. Grinding her nails into his face as a warning ”what did I just tell you. You're not so good at following basic orders, are you?..“ Closing his eyes he collected himself, smiling slightly. ”yes, yes.. You must be the one who booked me here, Lady Lydia, right? Heh. . .honestly not a bad idea to get me to come willingly like that... So, what the hell do you want from me, cunt.“ He had his eyebrows furrowed saying that, despite the smile he carried. His claws begging him to just slash her face, though he restrained himself. Especially as she continued to speak in her emotionless voice. ”Correct, aren't so stupid after all, don't worry, I didn't summon you because I wanted to see you. No, I'm here for your pills.“

Angel froze, more so out of confusion than anything. His.. pills? Or better, his medication? His irritation was quickly changed with pain, as she forcefully bashed his head against the ground to pin him. Before he could gather himself, he felt her grab into his pocket and pull out the pink coloured bottle of candy looking pills. Letting the uncomfortably white bathroom lights hit the bottle, she observed them slightly. Nodding content, Lydia began to open up the bottle of pills. Though Angel had had enough of this, he didn't care anymore, they were his.

His.

His!

No bitch like her could just take them away from him, his happiness. With an aggressive screech he tackled her, causing her to drop the bottle. He only saw red as he tried to bite into her flesh. His bigger size pinning her to the ground, preventing her puny body from escaping. He began laughing at that, it was a cruel and vicious one, she deserved to struggle.. His claws dug deep into her throat, though even then he couldn't get any form of reaction out of her. That merely angered him more, ”come on..come on! Do something! Scream. Flail, fight! Urgh..!“ His eyes began to glow a deep red colour with his hair and fur standing up as if on electricity. Finally her face shifted into a fearful visage. At first Angels initial reaction was pure bliss, but the creepy stare merely showed that this was another one of those fake reactions. Just like the laughter from those other people. . .she wasn't the only one in on this, they all were. They all came just to get him to come. Knowing fully well he wouldn't go without his medication.

[ What the fuck? ]

He wouldn't be leaving alive if he continued his torture, he thought, being distracted by the disturbing realisation.. Suddenly he felt the weight under him be lifted. Focusing his attention back down on her, he realised too late that she had used her abilities. His hands fazed through her, now, ghostly body. Quickly rolling from under him she materialised again and with a quick motion, knocked him out cold by hitting him on the head. The last thing he saw was her grabbing the shimmering bottle of ecstasy that was his...

As consciousness flickered back into Angel's body, he groggily opened his eyes. His head hurt and he felt blood trickling out of a wound from there. Finding himself still in the bathroom, he looked across the bathroom tiles to find.. his pill formed gold. Quickly noticing though that several of his medication pills were missing. But that wasn't the only thing there was. There, next to his meds, was a card. Being practically used to it by now, he crawled over to his prized possession. Grabbing the bottle, he forcefully opened it, shoving several of the pills down his throat, almost choking in response. But he didn't care, no, he merely let out a weak chuckle of delight, his body shivering out of pleasure. The pain he felt was nothing compared to the relief that his medication was safe and sound.

Glancing up he saw the card again. Now that he reclaimed what was his, he gingerly grabbed the card.. it looked like a business card. The words "call me" were written on the back with a telephone number written on the front of it. What a bizarre encounter this truly was..

Entering his house, not caring for his wound or the pain, merely glad he was back, he trotted over to the kitchen. The cake from his mother was still waiting on him and he didn't mind treating himself to some delight after the events of today. Though upon discovery of tiny pieces of the cake missing, his mood dropped again. With a frown he threw the cake away, assuming a bug took bites of it..

Oh if only he hadn't forgotten to cover it earlier, oh well..

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