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Brandon didn't even put up a blog, everyone knew of what happened, raining down on him of what happened truly and if he was okay. Wearing a patch over his eye until the wound healed, he only stared blankly at the computer monitor before him, his hands up as if to type, but even then; he didn't know what to say. For the first time ever, he didn't want to even look at his website for a while. He wore only his blue jeans and black with white shoulder shirt, going back to his bed and laying on it, the blinds were closed so no light, save for the few ray of light that snuck their way though his blinds made it though, going up toward his neck a bit. It had been only a few days since the encounter with the mask man known as Red, his older brother as he so claimed, and the death of Fang. Brandon went to his wake, everyone looking at him as if he was crazy, he even heard some say why he was coming here if the teen was going to kill his mother and sister and even the human himself. But Brandon paid no heed to them, only walking up to the open casket where the eighteen year old wolf laid. He looked so clam longer then he have ever been in a long time, digging into his pocket, Brandon found a old piece of cloth, something that was worn over time as it was braided up; something that looked like it was made in the early years of school. Fang had given it to Brandon when they were only five, saying that it was a friendship bracelet and he should keep it with him always, unknown to Fang, he did always have it with him. Placing the cloth on top of Fang chest, he bowed his head and prayed that wherever he was going, he would meet his father once more.

Now thinking back to the wake, Brandon only brought his eyes up to the walls that seemed to speak to him, whispering words that only he could hear.

Is he really your brother?

_ Who told everyone where you were?_

_ IS it your fault Fang is dead?_He rolled over onto his side and closed his eyes. He barley left his room, and when he did it was only to eat and the washroom. Tundra came over sometimes, but when she saw his blank look in his only good eye at the moment, she stopped seeing him; she knew that he needed space and would come around when he was ready. The door to his room knocked and opened, and then closed. He head footsteps until they were before him. Opening his eyes, he saw it was Ember who stopped before him.

"What?" he asked in a voice that lost all hope.

"You need to get out brother," she told him. "Look at you...you look like Death!"

"I'll go when I pleased,"

"What about Tundra?" she asked. "You know she's worried about you, we all are!" he didn't answer her, only turning on the other side so he didn't see her. By then Ember was getting fed up. Even though she was small, she knew how to get Brandon to do what she wanted. Going to his face once more, she grabbed a hand full of hair and pulled.

"Agh!" he screamed as she only glared, pulling his hair until he fell out of the bed.

"Up, NOW!" she shirked. She started to pull him after her toward the door, opening it with her tail and slowly down the stairs. Their mother and father saw this and was about to interfere, but they thought this would be good for Brandon. Once to the front door, Ember opened it and literality kicked him out as he rubbed his swore head. "Go see Tundra," she hissed softly. "Or I'll tell her what you did when you were eight!"

"You wouldn't!" cried Brandon as she smiled.

"Try me," and with that, the door closed as Brandon grumbled.

"I hate it when she gets all motherly on me."

Slowly walking toward Tundra house, he wondered what he would say to her, as he thought of what he would say, his phone rang. Going to his pocket to answer it, he saw an unknown number. He feared to answer it, but he had to, he had to make sure his family was safe.

"Hello?" he answered.

"Brandon, right?" the voice sounded old, a voice Brandon had not heard at all before.

"That's me, who is this may I ask?"

"Such manners, I think you got that more form your mother then father." Brandon stopped dead in his tracks. "By the way you're not speaking, your no doubt wondering who I am, right?"

"Yes," answered Brandon as the man on the phone sighed.

"I am, or was a good friend of your mother and father Brandon, and I wish to help you."

"Why do you want to help me?" demanded Brandon, a family a beavers walked past as Brandon turned so they couldn't hear. "From what I heard, you Creed members want to bring the 'Old World' back, whatever the hell that is."

"I don't," this caught Brandon off guard slightly. "Listen for what I am about to tell you Brandon, yes at the start your mother and father were much like the others, wanting to kill all furs and scales so that we can walk among the world that was once ours, but when they were hurt badly, a family of dragons found them." Brandon listened carefully. "At first they were going to kill them, but when they saw how they treated them, they decided not to. They were trained to only known them as monsters that needed to be killed, but they knew that they were wrong. They grew to love them as friends, and they stopped killing after that." The man sighed slightly. "When your mother found out she was with a second child, you, they knew that once you were born, you would be taken away, they made a plan, which the daughter of the dragon family that took care of them when they were hurt, would take care of you." Brandon stopped again.

"Are you saying...Jenny...my mom...?"

"Yes," he answered. "Jenny knew who and what you were."

"No I didn't see him when I was coming over here," Tundra made it toward his home as Jenny asked where Brandon was, when the Pokémon told them that she thought he was still here in his room, the two adult dragons started to get worry.

"You don't think..." Jenny started as Rick shook his head.

"No, I'm sure they didn't get him."

"Who didn't get him?" Tundra knew about the little fight with Fang, and about everything else, when she realized what they may be talking about, her eyes grew wide. She was about to blot to the door, when it opened, showing Brandon without his eye patch on. Tundra had never seen Brandon wound, but looking at the scar eye which was red now, she took a step back as if scared.

"Brandon!" Jenny ran over to hug him as he didn't move. "Where were you, we were worry."

"I know you know Jenny," the gold dragoness stepped back. There was only one time he ever called her by her name, and that was when he was truly angry, but he showed not a trace of rage in his face or voice; only a blank look as Rick walked up.

"What do you mean son?" asked Jenny as Brandon looked right to her.

"You lied to me," he answered low like. "All these years, you knew my mother and father, you knew why they left me here...and you lied..."

"How..." Jenny took a step back as Rick stepped forward.

"Brandon you must understand..."

"Understand what?!" he demanded glaring hard at them. "There this group that want to kill off all you and leave only humans alive so they can roam around in a world they think belong to them! My mother and father left me here so I couldn't live that life? I think I understand that so far, but what I don't understand is why you didn't tell me shit!" he was shaking hard as his breathing increased, Tundra backed away in fear, never seeing him like this.

"They made us swear not to tell you Brandon," Rick answered as Jenny couldn't even speak. "Believe me Brandon; so many times we wanted to tell you, all about your mother and father we did believe us...but..."

"But, what?"

"We thought you may have gone looking for them...and if you did...those Creed men might have captured you ages ago..." Brandon made a tsking noise as he looked away, still holding on to a rage filled face, but he knew, somewhere deep inside, they were right. "Would it help if we showed you something?" Brandon looked up as Rick left, coming back with an old VHS and passing it to Brandon; the label on it said 'when he is ready to understand'.

"If you are watching this Brandon," the women on the tape spoke softly. "Then you are living with Jenny, and I and your father...are dead." Tundra sat beside Brandon in his room, holding onto his hands as she watched the video with him. The women face was tan just like Brandon, eyes brown, and hair a long brown that curled slightly at the edge. She had a mark around her neck which Brandon couldn't see fully, wearing the same black robe that Red wore, and the hood down. "I am sorry that we didn't make it to watch you grow up to I hope a man of great things, but we do this for you, and we would gladly give our lives, which we know we did if you are watching, to keep you safe. The Creed we grew up to know has poison our minds, making us think that a dragon, wolves, anyone who is not human, needs to die. But thanks to Jenny and her family...I...we now know the truth." She looked away for a moment as Brandon kept watching; he couldn't pry himself away from the box that held his mother face. "Listen to me well Brandon, she spoke softly, close to tears herself as Brandon fought to hold them back, this was her last words to him and also her first. "Red...he can't be changed now, I know this, I've tried, but he turned us over to the Master. They are coming, I have already brought you to Jenny, and I pray they will love you, and you love them back with all your heart. And know this Brandon...I loved you, I always did when I first saw your father's eyes looking back at me...and I will love you in the next world!" she placed her hand on the screen and Brandon brought his hand up and held his hand over her own. Tundra watched as she hugged his waist softly, and then...static, the video was over. Brandon now wept openly as his hands clutched at the screen, head held down as Tundra tried to sooth his tears with her rubbing his back. He wept for his mother, he wept for his father, and he wept for himself. Standing up, he went downstairs with Tundra behind, wondering where he was going. Jenny looked over as he made his way to the living room; he walked right up to her and hugged her tightly as Jenny hugged back.

"I'm sorry mom..." he whispered. "I was...I was just so mad...and..."

"I understand," she told him. "But how did you know that I knew?"

"This man, called me," he answered. "Said he gave you the tape the day after she brought me to you." Jenny nodded, remembering a man that came to them the next day.

"So what do we do now?" asked Rick as he stood. "They know who we are now, should we just run?"

"No we can't just run," answered Brandon. "If they plan on killing everyone off, then the world needs to know so that they can get ready!"

"But how?" asked Jenny. "This is just our word, and many wouldn't believe that anyway. How could hundreds of this thousands of human just lay hidden for close to a few hundred years, and why wait this long?" Tundra had to agree with the dragoness as she brought a hand to Brandon shoulder.

"She does have a point," answered Tundra. "If I was given this information...it would be a little hard to explain."

"Not if we have someone within the Creed to tell everyone right?" Brandon looked up with a gleam in his eye. "If this man that called me can meet us and help us tell everyone what's going on...maybe...just maybe..." he looked down shaking his head as Rick patted his back.

"Brandon you need to rest alright? You're thinking this way too hard!"

"I guess..." he answered. "Maybe a good nap will do me good."

"I'll come too," answered Tundra as she smiled hugging Brandon as the two went upstairs.

As they lay in the bed of Brandon, nether could sleep. At first Brandon just wanted to be alone to think, but with Tundra beside him after so many days of him locked up in his room; he was glad she came. He thought to himself for a while at first, he thought that maybe he was trusting this man a little too much, a human he never knew to help them spread the news of this Creed that wished to kill everyone that wasn't human; if he was a fur or scale, he wouldn't believe it himself, so how would everyone in the world believe their words? As Tundra snuggled closer to Brandon, she rested her head on his chest, twirling her finger around on his chest.

"Brandon?" she asked looking up at him.

"Hrm?" he answered looking down at her.

"Do...I know with everything that's been going on lately this would be the last thing on your mind but...um...can I ask you a...tiny favor?" Brandon only blinked but nodded all the same. "You see...I have this friend at school, you know that new girl that came in that's a Pokémon?" Brandon nodded, remembering how he and Tundra showed her around on the first day; she was a Lucario, blue fur with a bit of black, a spike in between her breast and a long bushy tail. She seemed to eye Brandon slightly at times with her red eyes as they walked; he knew this for he caught her one time. "Well...come to find out...she's part of this website that focuses around stories and pictures of humans...you know...having sex." Brandon blinked, he remembered a word for that, and he thought they were called Fleshes.

"Yeah?" he answered still looking at her.

"What would you say...to a threesome with her?" Brandon eyes shot wide open as she looked to him then away. "I'm sorry...it was a stupid idea to even..."

"Hold up," he stopped her. "Why do you even want to have a threesome?"

"Well..." she answered. "I've been getting to know her well...and um...we use to joke about doing a threesome with you and uh...she brought it up if we could do it for real. This could also give me an idea on new moves to try for you."

"Is this what you want?" she only nodded.

"Please can we try it, at least just once?" Brandon thought about it for a moment, and then nodded.

"Alright," he answered as she looked up. "But under one condition, wait make that three."

"Okay," she answered looking aright at him. "What are they?"

"One, I enter you first since you are my girlfriend." Tundra smiled as he smiled back slightly. "Two, no one is to be at the house ether yours, mine, or hers when we do this." Again another nod. "And three, she can't be in heat, I don't want to have a kid unless it's someone I love."

"Alright," she agreed to the terms as she brought her body on top of his once more, both closing their eyes to sleep.