Knuxouge - Clipped Wings

Encounter with the Stalker!

Rouge's backpack fell to the floor.

When she had arrived at her house earlier, the front door was wide open and she could hear somebody inside, so she had gone in to investigate. There was a stranger in her house, rummaging through the drawers haphazardly and erratically. The sight of it was what made her drop her backpack.

The soft thump it made was enough to alert the stranger. He turned around and saw Rouge.

He was a grey wolf, seemingly older than Rouge. He grasped tightly to a phone. He was hunched over from searching, but once he recognized Rouge he straightened to his full height— much taller than her.

Rouge was frozen in place, shocked and scared by the sudden appearance of the final boss. She wasn't prepared for this.

"Rouge! Babe, welcome home," the wolf exclaimed happily. He didn't seem bothered to be caught.

"Are you Fly? Fly Fletcher?" Rouge asked warily.

"You know me. Of course you do," his voice was breathy, and a pink tint came into his cheeks.

Rouge found her courage and solidified her resolve. She stood up straight, lifted her chin, and glared with all her being.

"So you're the one who sent that camera drone. You were the one filming me, and listening through your creepy audio bugs," she growled.

"Babe, I'm hurt. They aren't creepy. You know I put those in place to protect you, keep an eye on you, connect when we can't be together." He stepped closer, arms outstretched. "You're mad that I haven't called. That's so cute. I'm here now."

Rouge flinched. This man was clearly delusional. He seemed to think that he had some sort of relationship with Rouge. She clenched her fists. Maybe a quick beat down would stop any more delusions.

But not yet. She needed a strategy. He didn't seem to be strong, but he was still bigger, by a lot. Rouge played it casual for now.

"Oh, of course! Sorry Darling. Why are you visiting so suddenly?" She forced a smile. She walked calmly past Fly and into the kitchen, even though every muscle in her body was screaming at her to run. Fly followed closely behind. He looked over her.

"My camera stopped working. Do you know where it is?" He sounded more demanding than inquisitive. Rouge silently rummaged through a drawer.

Finally she found what she had been looking for— a tape recorder. She would force some confessions from this creep first, and then beat the snot out of him. Turned away from the man, she pressed record on the device and tucked it down her shirt in her cleavage. Having hidden her little trick, she faced the stalker again and continued their conversation.

"I have no idea where the camera drone you sent into my house to watch me is. How did you know it wasn't working? What happened?" She started. She hope dearly that he was stupid enough to comply.

"See, I was watching the feed on my monitor at home. You know my mother never lets me visit you after dark. You were peacefully asleep when the visuals just stopped coming in. The drone was still working but the camera part, something happened to it. Now it's disconnected. I came to retrieve it," he explained conveniently.

"And remind me, why do you send camera drones and such? I simply hate being recorded, you know," Rouge pushed it farther. Fly stared at her unblinkingly, with eyes like burning coals, as he talked.

"I love to watch what you do. It helps us stay connected when mother doesn't let me visit." He paused, then pressed his dirty paws onto Rouge's shoulders. She stayed stock still. Not yet. "Don't lie," Fly's voice was gravelly and desperate, "you like being recorded. You flaunt for the camera. You want me to watch you."