To Pay A Man's Respects With Blood 1

Intro: The second paragraph is the character, not me. Also, this is the first of another series I'm planning of making, if it gets good feedback after the first three stories, I'm going to keep writing more but the first three will purely be pilots as this first story is purely introductions to some of the characters and the second will be starting the story whilst the third will be into the story. Finally, this story is not as good as I thought it'd turn out but I'm not good at opening scenes so progressing into the story should hopefully be better as I'll have a better idea of what I'll be doing then and ALL feedback and critisisms especially wanted, thanks. ^-^

Hey guys, Sero here to give you some details to help your imagination in this story. I'm a blood-red wolf wearing a white suit with a black shirt and white tie. My brother's old friend, Cal, is a fat brown bear wearing his brown leather jacket and dark blue jeans with brown hiking boots. Tell you though, he can't hike for anything apart from a chocolate bar, fat cunt. Well, that's just about it.

Randy's Beef Hold-Up

Richie, my brother, was burnt alive into ashes. Granted, he was a complete asshole and I wasn't fond of the fucker due to all the reckless shit he got into, including this one time where he gagged someone into A&E, but you've got to respect a man's wishes for what happens to him after he dies. He didn't want a cremation, so someone's got to pay.

Me and Cal are the guys to collect the payment, y'know, someone has to do it... dirty work but this is a payment worth dirtying our paws for. We've been on Highway 51 for 7 hours now and we've finally turned off into Sullerson to meet at a rendezvous with some person on the inside of the organisation who smoked Richie.

"Fuck man, Randy's Beef Steaks! Turn off here!" I've got to say, Cal is the kind of fat fuck where his stomach is more important than anything else. Hell knows where he gets his appetite from but he's the only bear I know who loves Burger King Whoppers more than honey. "Hey! Dude! B-E-E-F N-O-W!" How could I deprive him? I drove into the drive-thru.

"Fine, but I'm tellin' ya, you're getting bitch tits!"

"Hey, shut it and gimme a 20!"

I reached in the glove compartment of my red wagon, grabbed my tarnished, brown leather wallet and picked out the last $20 in it. He's gone through $80 already; he says that he 'needs to keep his appetite up'. I reluctantly handed the $20 over as we came up to the speaker.

"Hello, Randy's Beef Steaks, how may I serve you?" fuzzed the redneck accent through the speaker.

Cal turned to me, "Whachu wantin'?"

"I'll have a medium milkshake."

"Right... chocolate, strawberry, caramel or banana?"

"I dunno, any."

"Man, you gotta have a preference."

"What? I'm just thirsty, just pick whatever!"

"So you have no preference?"

"Dude, no! Just get what the fuck you think is best."

"Well I don't know what-"

The redneck spoke again, "Sir, what would like to order?"

Cal turned to the speaker, obviously uptight, "Shut the fu-... uh..." He looked at me, paused then turned back to the speaker demanded, "... I'll have a banana medium milkshake, an extra large barbeque rib rack, make it a meal with an extra large Cola, a large slice of cheesecake and a donut platter to share."

To share? "Dude, I don't want to share."

"Hey, what the fuck makes you think I'm sharing?"

The speaker exclaimed, "Uh... I'm sorry, Sir. We are having a problem with orders at the moment."

All very well but Cal was hungry, "Hey, what the fuck?"

"We're being robbed, could you call 911?"

Me and Cal looked at one another.

"No need, when I want food, I'll get food." Cal replied. Straight after, I did a 180 reverse, thankfully no-one was behind us and as we drove out of the drive-thru, spotting a black van as we reached a parking space. Cal went into tactical mode, "So, how are we going to do this?"

"We go through the front of course."

"Fine, the quicker this is over, the quicker I can eat."

"And I always thought of bears as just chubby..."

"Just because you're agile, you snobby fox."

"Nah, I'm just what I should be."

Exiting the car, we walked to the front door, where a patrol robber stood, aiming his pistol at us. "Hey! Who the fuck are you?"

Cal yelled in disgust, "We're some angry fuckers who came here for our fucking food!" And with that, I drew out my silenced pistol from my inside jacket holster and shot the guy in the head, making him smash through the glass door. As went opened the intact door, as the patrol robber had blocked the other being half in and half out, we came across dead silence from the few customers at tables with hands behind their heads, staff members behind the counter and the 5 remaining robbers of multiple species wearing balaclavas peering our way.

"Who the fuck are you?" said, presumably, the lead robber.

"That's what you're buddy here said... tell him Cal."

"We're two angry, STARVING fuckers who've come to satisfy their hunger."

With that, me and Cal starting firing rounds at the robbers. 2 headshots in unison to the leader and a subordinate and a shot in the chest later to another subordinate, there were 3 down and 2 left as they hid behind cover as me and Cal did behind a couple of empty tables. Maybe they were scared now? I tried to talk them round, "Hey, if you give yourselves up now, we'll let you live, deal?"

One of the robbers spoke, "Shit, man... fine."

"Good, now we're going to come from behind cover, alright? You do the same and drop your weapons over here."

"Alright."

"Alright Cal, slowly now." As we stood up, the 2 robbers did the same with their guns above their head. The first robber, seemingly a rabbit, slid his gun towards us; however the second one quickly drew his gun again and shot Cal in his left leg. A "FUCK!" escaped Cal's mouth as he dropped to the floor in pain, we both aimed at one another with our guns, fortunately I was first to shoot as I got him in the arm and as he dropped his gun, I shot him in the forehead, suddenly killing him.

"That fucking cunt put a hole in my leg! Fuck!"

I turned to Cal holding a bloody leg in agony, "Hey, shut up Cal, you could've been shot in the balls."

"Fuck you man, like you would fucking know."

"I would."

As an awkward silence covered the room, I turned to the last robber, shivering with blatant fear. "Look, best thing for you now is to help my friend here... find the first aid kit around here." He was like a statue, fucking wimp. "Go!" I ordered.

"Uhhh, yeah of course, sorry!" he replied as he scuttled away to search for aid.

Just then, the manager of the restaurant, a badger, came out from behind the counter. "Look, even though it had to come to this, I'm very grateful that you saved our store from those bastards. Apologies for your friend's bullet wound but as manager of this restaurant, I would be more than happy to give you anything for free as I was told by one of my employees working at the drive-thru that you were acquiring your meals when this happened."

Cal's eyes lit up, "Anything?"

"Yes, we'll be prepared to give you what you ordered completely free of charge."

I thought for a second, "In that case, I'll have a medium cheeseburger too. Not too often you get a chance for free food."

Cal started babbling, "And I'll have an extra cheesecake, upgrade the donut platter to family size... are those onion rings on offer? Ah, the hell with it, it's free, right? I'll have 2 packs of them..."

"Just give the fat fuck whatever he wants; there'll be an end, eventually."

The manager gave a doubting look but then smirked almost immediately after and stated, "I shall provide you two with whatever you want."

"And give that guy a whopper and Cola." I said while pointing at the returning robber.

"You, what?" the manager called out.

"Trust me; I want a talk with him anyway because he obviously wasn't comfortable with his other robbing buddies."

The manager looked between us, frowning and finally whispering in my ear, "Fine, but watch him."

"Will do!" I turned to the robber, "Got the first aid?"

As he returned, he had his balaclava off and his face was visible... a brown and cream coloured and harmless looking face with purple eyes, quite attractive facially on first impressions. "Uh, y- yes, sir."

"Well stop quivering and get your shaky ass over here!"

He ran over to Cal and looked at his leg. "I've had medical training so I'll fix it up, I'm sorry about this."

"Hmm, you should be for giving in so easily."

His ears perked up, "I sh- should be?"

"Yeah, those bastards you'd call your comrades? Or should I say ex-comrades? Robbery clearly wasn't your thing and out of you and Mr. Death Wish over there..." I pointed the guy with a pool of red around his lifeless head, "... you made the right decision."

"Thank you."

"Huh? What for?"

"Shooting those guys, I was taken hostage by them."

"Wow... you're a real fucking pansy, aren't you?"

He glared at me for a few seconds and then softened to a worried look. "Yeah, I want to change that then."

Cal butted in, "Yeah, that's real cute kid. Now, would you mind fixing my fucking leg already?!"

"Shit, sorry!"

After 5 minutes of smirking heartedly at Cal's exaggerated torture, we tucked in to our food and drink... and savoured the taste of a hard night's work. As we finished, we packed up and left with the reassurance that the manager would take care of the bodies and silencing every employee about tonight. We were on our way to the car now.

"I'm fucking stuffed, dude!"

"Cal, I'm actually not surprised, I lost count of the number of barbeque ribs you scoffed."

As we were half way from the doors, we heard footsteps and panting behind us, I turned around to see the rabbit from before.

"Hey... *pant*... wait up!"

"What'd you want, kid?" I questioned.

"I want to come with you."

My eyes widened in shock for a second, "No way, kid, now go home."

"C'mon! Please?"

"No, it'll be too dangerous for a pansy like you, now go make something out of your life."

"Please?! I want to grow strong!"

"No! Fuck off, kid!"

"Just give me a fucking chance, man!"

Feeling extreme irritation now, I strode up to him and grabbed him by the collar. "You know what a chance is? To not kill you after dropping your gun. I felt the urge to shoot you there and then so you could make something of your life, unlike us."

"I. Want. In."

"You think we're doing some sort of drug deal or something?" I threw him backwards, letting go of his collar and almost tripping him up. "You're out of your mind."

"C'mon! I have no one; I have nothing left here... I want to help you!"

I scratched my forehead in dismay. "You know what? Fine but if you slow us down at all, we're going to get rid of you where ever we may be, you stupid bunny."

Straight after my last word, he ran up to me and bear hugged me for a few seconds. "My name is..."

"I don't care what your name is... until you've proved yourself; I'm going to call you rabbit. And also, don't hug me again."

"Apologies, uh... sir."

"Let's go. C'mon Cal, get your fat ass in the car! We're going to the clothes store to get this rabbit some real gear."

"Ah, shut up, I'm getting in already!" Cal responded.

After we all got in the red wagon, we headed away out of the restaurant to the clothes shop before going to the hospital. I stated, "If anyone asks, it was crossfire between gangs."