Familiar || H2OVanoss

7

Jonathan

I awoke to someone's presence. Multiple people's presences, actually. Teddy, my raccoon, was scratching at the mask on my face in an attempt to wake me up. Which worked, of course.

I was with two other men and their familiars; a wolf and a bird thing. I can barely remember the names they gave me, either- one was 'Gassy' I'm pretty sure, but the other I can't remember for the life of me.

"Delirious. Get your ass up."

A voice. This guy knew my name. But who...?

I turned to the owner of the voice. The Asian looking man wore a bright red jacket with white stripes on the arms and had an owl familiar on his shoulder. His black hair looked immaculate somehow.

"Why should I? I don't even know who the fuck you are, Mr." I spat back. I had a feeling that those two pricks 407 and Racingcatz had set me up. These people were probably from their original gang.

"I'm Vanoss, and this is the Vanoss Crew. Now you scumbag, get your fucking ass up before he-" Vanoss gestured towards a white tiger familiar standing next to one of his 'crew's' members, "-rips your fucking mask off and devours you shitty face."

"Woah, calm your farm, Van. No need to get all feisty. Don't you have an interest in these two?" I ask gesturing towards my own members. I can feel glares in the back of my head at this statement.

"No, actually. This is how much I care."

Bang.

Vanoss just shot the poor guy. Gassy scrambled over to the body and started checking for a pulse, whimpering something about some 'Sark' or other. I didn't really care. I'm more surprised that Vanoss owned a fucking gun, those things are scarce in the new 'Banana' world that some idiot called Lui had dubbed.

"Well, Vanoss. Don't you think that was a bit harsh?" I taunted, gesturing to the now sobbing Gassy.

There was a flicker of guilt in Vanoss's eyes but he didn't stand down. The 'Vanoss Crew' behind him were in shock from what he did, though a man with a lobster stepped forward and whispered something in Vanoss's ear, and he nodded.

"Del, I'm sending my good friend Nogla forward to check on him. If he has a chance, Nogla will certainly save him." I sighed, he might as well.

Gassy looked to Nogla with a fierce intensity in his eyes; hope. When Nogla checked the guy though, he was dead. Gassy rose, and went right in front of Vanoss's face, whispering something fiercely. Gassy's familiar, the wolf stood behind him, snarling. Vanoss managed to keep his stance and nodded once.

Gassy took a place behind Vanoss.

Three men conversed with each other and came out from behind Vanoss. One had a dog familiar, one a cat and one a rabbit.

"H20 Delirious, you son of a bitch. You straight out murdered 407 and Racingcatz, you bitch!" The man with a dog said.

So that's what they set me up for.

"Well quite frankly, that's a lie. Did you ever see their bodies? What's your fucking evidence I ever laid a finger on them?"

"They said they were going out to find you for recruitment and never came back!"

"Did you ever take into account that maybe, just maybe, your beloved and so called trusted friends lied to you? They did see me, but they joined me. At the time, there was no one in my group. They later left just when our group was getting a reputation. About two weeks later, which was a few days ago, Gassy and our late friend joined me. I haven't seen no 407 or Racingcatz since."

"Well, Mr.Delirious. We're still taking you with us."

The rabbit man came over and clubbed me on the head.

My vision grew spotty, and then faded to black.

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