Fur and Feathers ×-discontinued-×

Sub Chapter One

----- Hello My lovely ragers! Since I can't write a proper chapter in the original story, I'm giving you Connie's back story. -----

{Connie}

I hate it here. It smelt of blood.

"I'm almost there." I quickly call my partner, the one in charge of hacking into the systems and tell me what is safe and what is not.

"The target is on the fifth floor with hostages. About ten. He isn't working alone, Con. He has three partners." His voice was warning me, giving me a sense of reality.

"Four in all, hm?" I looked ahead and entered the building unnoticed. The smeel of blood was only stronger now. The receptionist, dead. The workers, dead.

"Be careful, brother." He then clipped the connection, probably getting deeper into the systems.

I smiled slightly, and with the flick of my wrist, two knives were in my hands. I quickly swipped my dark blue hair off my face, my bright blue eyes scanning the floor.

"There aren't any survivors up to floor five...." I told my self, climbing the stairs to said floor. The door was cracked open, the lock seemed to be broken. I entered silently, and froze at what I saw. There was blood. A lot of it. Even on the cieling. Near the middle back of the room from where I stood were all the hostages, huddled together and crying silently. When one would cry out loud, a bullet was shot near them, only to bounce away.

"Shut up, will you?!" The obvious leader yelled, in his mouth a cigar which muffled some words. He literally looked like a homeless man, ten times worse and fifty times bigger.

"You know, smoking kills you." I said, making my presence known.

The four men immediately turned to me, shooting the place where I once was. Being a bird really had it's pros.

"Tsk. What a waste of ammunition." This time, I was behind them, my back to the window. The black scarf fluttered from around my mouth, giving me a ninja look.

"W-who the hell are you!?" The leader stuttered, making me roll my eyes.

"It won't matter for long." My eyes narrowed, darkening to a murky, hazy blue. In a single fluid moment, I had lunged forward, kicking thier guns out of thier hands and slicing a clean cut through thier necks, struggling a little to pull my knife through one of thier necks.

"Gah...." He groaned painfully, and I growled.

"Damn it. Is it stuck?" I round housed him, holding onto the knife as the force from the kick was enough to finish the slice. I smiled slightly. "Hell is waiting." I then turned to the hostages, bowing as I ran and jumped out of the window, shifting to my black cockatoo form.

I flew down, just above the police men and then towards the van where my brother, London, was waiting for me. Almost as I was about to land, I was caught by a net, then thrown into a van.

"We got him!" A voice said, making me realise something. I could not shift, making me panic.

"London. Go protect the flock. I'm caught." Before he could argue, I broke the communication device into thousands of peices, no matter how much I wanted to just leave and run to him.

What is this netting made out of? I can't shift. This is bad. Very very bad. I thrashed around, only then I felt the pointed weapon on my head.

"Move again, ye stupid bird brain." I still. What other choice do I have.

A sudden, needle like thing inserted itself on my shoulder, the liquids flowing through me.

"That should keep yer human form away." I couldn't breath. I couldn't move. What was happening to me?

~*~

"Everyone marvel at this beautiful, rare bird!" I was held up high, the small bird cuff around my ankle pulled me tighter to the fist where I sunk my talons. "A rare creature from Brasil!" Lie. I'm originally from Spain, you idiot. I moved to America, so either way, you're wrong, idiota estupido.

If it wasn't for the thick peanut butter they shove in my beak, I would've talked and corrected him.

Oh, would you look at that. They forgot to give me the peanut butter. Screw it. I'm escaping.

I bend down to the fisted hand, using my sharpened beak to slash through the glove, bite his thumb, and make him drop the collar in which the chain I adorn is connected to. I pick it up and fly away, as fast as wings can take me.

"Ahahaha! Take that, idiotas! I'm from Spain, you dumb ass!" With that, I fly out of the place, disgusted. Well, at least I don't have to save the other birds, because there aren't any.

~*~

How long have I've been flying? Three days. Four nights.

I saw the size of a certain tree, and swooped in. I should mention that I am in the forest.

A child like person was sleeping there. Silvery cyan colored hair, an eyepatch covering thier left eye, long eyelashes, fair skin.... There is something about her that seems off but I don't care. This creature is beautiful. I perched on a nearby lamp and all the exhaustion makes me fall asleep.

And in the morning, I was in for one hell of a ride.

----- Hey, my rage army/ragers, I know this is really bad, but just though you wanted to know a bit more about Connie, so here you go. I'll try to update something before school starts, but I don't have a computer at the moment and I updated this via tablet....

Anyways, I hope this helps you understand Connie some more until I can actually update.

If you really like these sub in chapters (for reasons I don't understand, this is horrible writing), then just state your opinion in the comment section.

Until then, RAGE on! -----