The Seven Deadly Skele-Sins

Chaotic Rescue (Part 2)

THIS IS A LUSTMARE FANFIC, IT IS THE MAIN FOCUS, BUT THERE ARE OTHER MINOR SHIPS AS WELL.

THIS FIC ALSO INCLUDES ECTO-BODIES, SEXUAL THEMES SUCH AS ASSAULT, UNCONSENTED ADVANCEMENTS, MENTIONS OF PTSD/MENTAL ILLNESSES, AND HEAVY VIOLENCE AND LANGUAGE. PLEASE ADVANCE WITH CAUTION.

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Leaning back on the truck wall and rubbing my arms still appreciating the offered jacket, I wondered how I could've ever gotten so lucky or what I did to get blessed by some sort of deity.

Did I really deserve such a nice and gentle friend?

Ah, whatever.

I got such an awesome friend anyways, and I couldn't care less why.

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"We have received multiple reports of a large, rusted and armoured truck barreling through Wit Street, guessed to have come in from the North, that section of the city controlled by one of the two gangs that have overpowered the city, 'The Seven Deadly Sins'."

"We are getting updates on what is happening by the second- And speak of by the second, a new report has come in that said truck has demolished a part of the fences surrounding the South! It's entirely possible that this is a direct attack from the Northern gang on the Southern Gang, but there is no information why as of yet!"

The rose coloured raccoon swiveled her chair to her sepia coloured meerkat partner, the camera following, who had been currently listening in to their earpiece very attentively.

They mumbled to themselves before looking up with a faint smile, yet if you looked closer, you could see the faint anxiety in their jet black eyes.

"I have just been informed that one of our helicopters has arrived on scene, let's see that visual now, yes?" The two reporters then turned to the screen, the camera following their gazes once again.

The screen was dark, before lighting up with a muffled yet loud whirring noise, a shaky view now being presented.

Another reporter slipped into screen, his skin being dark grey, the same shade as his boombox head. "Thank you, I am flying high above 'Electric Death's' territory right now, which has just been breached once more by the now growing infamous armoured vehicle, presumably driven and filled with members of 'The Seven Deadly Sins'!" He shouted, not needing a microphone. His quickly thrown on jacket was aggressively whipping against the ravaging winds, as the man struggled to keep his hold on the helicopter door railing.

The camera took a moment to focus on the ground below, and the grey journalist began giving commentary once it did.

"As we can see now, there are gang members swarming all around the vehicle now, some are even already opening fire!" As described, there was a solid two dozen people closing in on the truck, most of them donned with dangerous weapons and bared claws or fangs.

The salmon-pink raccoon had slithered back on screen in a small rectangular square with a questioning look. "Now, if I may ask, wasn't the last time another news station sent a helicopter hovering over 'Electric Death's' territory, didn't said vehicle get shot down quite quickly?"

"Why yes, it did! How you feeling up there then, being reminded of that little fact?" The reddish-brown meerkat had slid in on the right side of the screen, with a sly yet playful smirk on their muzzle.

The boombox, even though it lacked a more humanoid face, frowned in annoyance. "Ha ha, very funny you guys-"

A low voice shrieked from behind the camera, and the frown was quickly swapped out with an interested look, the cameraman being beckoned back to the edge of the flying machine by the object head.