My Vixen And Me

Chapter 1:

6:45 Sunday Morning Alarm:

You wake up, drenched in sweat from a night of tossing and turning. You had another bad dream and suddenly your alarm set for 6:45am wakes you and you slowly sit up. The once darkened room now little dimly by light peaking in through the blines of your window. For some strange reason, the nightmare this time was about a fox named Loonamaria. This fox wasn't an ordinary one either, she was almost 5'3" and had a beautiful coat of fur that covered her entire body. She walked on 2 legs, spoke the human language and knew hundreds of different phrases to say when spoken to. You slowly rubbed your face in a downward motion. You were unsettled by your dream. This Loonamaria had you pinned, a gun to your head and she was giving you one hell of a riding. She wore nothing while on top of you, hell she even refused clothes after she was done.

You slowly get out of bed, make your way to your bathroom and look yourself in the mirror. "God you look like hell." You tell your reflection. Suddenly your phone rings. It's your boss. You hesitate to answer, then it rings again and you answer. "Hello, yes boss, understood boss, on my way boss, 2 minutes, got it." You then hang up and dash to your closet, get your best uniform on and grab your trench coat as you walk by your coats by the front door. You pull your shoes, walk out the door and pull on the coat. In the driveway is a care waiting for you. The driver is your partner, Mr. Simmins. A tall slender man in all grey. He never wears anything darker or lighter than a dull dingy grey that looks more ash grey than anything. You get in his car and he tells you quickly about the job you've already gotten the call about.

"Boss wants us to investigate a possible homicide, may have also been a suicide due to the note pinned to the body, but the way the body was found, homicide for sure." You nod and he drives you to where the body was supposedly found. You get out of the car when it stops. You look at the building. A run down shabby building, possibly apartments. A 4 story complex with nearly no value. It was a slum yard for sure. You approach the front entrance and cops let you in. You walk to the site of the body, untouched, undisturbed and  unmoved. You see possible markings of stranglage and stab wounds. You rule out suicide. You step over to your partner and he sees all too clearly on your face. "Murder Jimmy?" He asks.

"Yep, and from the look of it, the body wasn't killed here. There's no splatter, no pool, no struggle. This guy was strangled, stabbed and brought here. We have a murderer loose in our city and they killed a judge. This body is Judge Dean Harlet. He was killed for some reason or another. We gotta find out why Garry, and fast." You then return to the car and wait for him to get there to head back to the office. Awaiting you boys was the big boss Lonny Deans and he was pissed.

Arriving at the office, you see what you can only describe as the tails of a fox, but you shake it off seeing nothing when you look again. You and your partner head in and up to Deans' office where he's having a meltdown about this open murder case on his desk on a Sunday. He sees you and Garry and instantly starts yelling. "Simmins, Jones, get in here. We have a case and I want it closed by tonight you hear!?" Deans demands.

"Yes sir!" both you and Garry say quickly. You then go to your desk and something is off, you have pictures you don't remember taking, one is of a fursona who you can't remember. Just then a female voice chimes in.

"Chief, I think I'd like to get in on this case if that's ok?" You turn around and it's the fursona, you can't remember her name but you want to. She walks to you and glances at your desk. "Still struggling Jones? A shame, why don't you let it go and throw away those awful memories of that night. Let me help you, you need my help if you wanna close this case by midnight." Her tone, her voice, her attitude just annoyed you to no end. You turned away, finally remembering that the dream you had was of that night, the night she used you to have a child. Now she wants to help you again, what is she after this time? You wonder to yourself.