Hail The Apocalypse

Chapter 4: A Secret Door

AN: Do you like my story? Is it good? By the way I was at a Breaking Benjamin concert the other night and it ripped. I used to listen to them in middle school and am still a fan.

The three of us arrived at a small house in the meadowlands district.

"She knows just how to do this," Nick said, as he knocked on the door.

Soon enough, an older Red Fox vixen opened it. She was wearing a Vulpes Priest t-shirt and had on a pair of thick glasses, just like my brother and my mom.

"Hello there again, Nicky-boy, and the rabbit girlfriend too. But who's the new one?" she said.

"Tarja Wilde," Nick said, "meet Snowy Broden. Snowy Broden, meet Tarja Wilde."

"Hello there," I said, "I assume you're Nick's mother?"

"Uh yes I am," she said, "come inside."

We went inside the house, which had many posters.

"So," I said to Nick, "I know you've sometimes told me about her, but now I actually get to meet her."

"Indeed," Nick said, "she might be the best vixen out there."

"So," I said to Tarja, "Your son has said very great things about you."

"Glad to hear," she said.

"Told me you stood up for him when he was just a kit, and did everything that he wanted. He told me just how great you were after that Ranger Scouts incident."

"Oh yeah that. I guess he now knows you well enough to tell."

"I had some problems when I was younger too," I said, "so he's not alone."

"Well, now it seems like you've gotten along," she said, "I moved here from Finland when I was only 6. My accent is pretty much gone now, but I can still speak the language. Otherwise, I have lived here since. By the way, I just retired, but am still kicking it. I mean, isn't 65 just 18 in Celsius?"

"Guess so," Judy said, "I know you've met me once but great to meet you again!"

"Indeed," Tarja said, "also, Nick, I'm glad you stopped using the tail dye and brought back your natural white tip."

"Thanks," Nick said, "I realized it was a stupid fashion trend and immediately stopped doing it."

"Yeah," I said, "I almost got peer pressured but decided against it."

"Also," Nick said, "Judy, Snowy, and I are trying to form a metal band. We're called DethBrush."

"Wow!" Tarja said "good on you!"

"Nick and I are both on guitar," Judy said, "and Snowy is on lead vocals."

"Yeah I'm a pretty good singer," I said, "we're hoping to get our other friends Duke Weaselton and Finnick on bass and drums. Maybe we can get the Ottertons in the band. One does keyboard and the other, I guess, is a multi-instrumentalist. I've always wanted to be in a metal band, touring the world. Playing everywhere from Halifox to Goatenburg to Singapurr to Otterdam and even up to Refurvik in Iceland." (BTW "refur" is how you say "fox" in Icelandic).

"We'll have that triple foxy threat," Nick said.

"Though there are plenty of us foxes in metal bands," I said. "I mean, just look at Carnifox."