The life I thought I left | BxB Furry

Chapter 15

I sit at the table, rubbing my face as I hold the cigarette in my finger, it wasn't lit, it was merely a dummy cig, one that would simulate the feeling of smoking. I had a beer in my other hand. I hadn't bothered to take off my armor at this rate, I walked home with it on and only my mask was gone, set on the table. I heard the door behind me open and Channing and Rowan spoke with each other but stopped as they saw me.

Channing was the first to speak, with an annoyed tone. "Michael you look like shit." 

"You'd feel like shit too if you got threatened from an unknown source, especially those that wield fucking magic," I say, growling as I crumple the cig in my hand, I drop it on the table, setting my beer next to it, I stand up and the armor folds up into a small disc which I toss to the table as well, my shirt slightly sweaty.

Rowan walks forward and I stumble against the couch and wave his hand away, my blinking wide and mildly erratic. "Michael, you need to rest. Holy shit, look at you." Rowan says slightly patting my arm, I swing it back, and Rowan backs off, I cough before standing up. 

"Where's Peyton?" I ask and Channing looks to the ground before speaking. 

"Peyton left. We were eating, he dropped the keys on the table before taking a call and then disappeared. No idea where he went, we looked for a while. How about you? What happened to you...you never showed up, we texted you like, five times." He looks at me with no worry, but the worry was in his eyes and I shake my head, rubbing my face again.

"Almost got run over while talking to my sister on the phone, the guy dropped out, puked, then died, His car was plastered in red paint and it was a warning. Baskin sent it, I could tell. The guy was a bird, I think a macaw. Looked like a druggie." I say and Channing scoffs.

"Alright, so you're being hunted, Peyton left us, and I'm more worried about whether or not we're making it to tomorrow. It reminds me of school." Channing says, and I nod. 

"Well, we have more intel. The reason my briefcase exploded is because of Canadian Mini Bombs. They were undercover in their transport from the States into Canada. Guess what went missing three days ago? A train arrival, and the bombs. God, it was right under us...right...hey where's Kaiden?" I ask, looking around almost frantically till Rowan points to the front door.

"He said he had to take a call, let people know he was gonna be gone for awhile on a special stress-relieving 'vacation'." Rowan replies and I sigh, just as the door opens, Kaiden walks in and give me a once-over before speaking. 

"You look like shit man." He says and I laugh. 

"Yea. I feel like it."

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The voice only grew louder with every passing day. I didn't know how to stop it. People were worried, cause I was lagging behind in everything. Conversation, work, hell, even my own physical hygiene was lacking. And because of it, I fucked up. I lost something I'll never replace.

It was a mission out in Saudi Arabia, we were tasked undercover to ensure that no harm came to a political target while they were visiting in the country. We were stationed, like normal, at a political rally for the leaders to meet up and talk about their treaty. 

My 'genetically correct' brother was in team R-9, right up in front, and I was R-1, stationed towards the back. The voice in the back of my head was practically yelling at me, and I couldn't hold it back. I let loose on the crowd, slamming into people. Luckily no one got hurt until my real brother ran to me.

The voice got stronger and I pulled my gun against him. I blacked out, lost all control. I succumbed to it, and it caused me pain like no other. I buried my brother back in the states, outside our childhood home. Kaiden backed me up, but it wasn't the same still.

I knew things would have to change. And it would have to start with this cursed voice and my cursed past.