In other Words Another World.

Chapter 5: Where I started.

I wake up, opening my eyes, my view blurry and groggy. I slowly accustomed myself to the light as the light comes through the blindfolds of the window. Soon enough, my arms find the strength to push me up to sit upright in my bed as I lazily rubbed my eyes. I look around the room... In my room, good news, I haven't got kidnapped! My white bedsheets still there, the bedframe against the wall, the white bedside table on my right with my long unused alarm clock on it. Old looking, the one with the small bell on top that wake you up far too loudly when it rings. In front of me; my television. In the left corner of the room, my triple screen computer with highly developed technological items plugged into it, that makes a big change from the alarm clock. I step out of my bed lazily, my paws softly landing on the carpeted floor on the right of the bed. I walked the door and right before I open it, I look down and see... I was naked. Right, it happens sometimes, I'm a sleepwalker. I walk to my drawers and open one of them to hastily look into it in the hope of finding decent clothing. Surely enough, I find a pair of black loose trousers and a black shirt, rather monotone, but I had to do with it. I slip the clothing on and go look at myself in the mirror. Yeah, looked fine. And it's now that I realize one thing for you all readers. One, I am currently breaking the fourth wall, but it's just for one time! I did not properly introduce myself to you all. My name is Ray Rally, twenty-two years old male, living with my brother after my mother and father died killed in their own bed, the murderer is unknown for now. I have recently been given the mission to find a strange time controlling cube that has been stole from the organisation that I work in. I must find it, retrieve it and bring it back to Mary Rosy, my superior. It may be a surprise for some of you reader, I am gay, and not "partially". No, all 100% gay. My parents knew about it, at least when I told them about it. Now do they remember about it now that they are dead? Maybe they do, maybe they don't. I just hope they're in peace. Wait, don't I need to also physically describe myself so you can get a better picture of my although a good friend of the writer made a great drawing of my own beautiful physical feature. I'll just do so. I am no mix, both my parents are wolf, and I'm their kid, although strangely I don't have the same fur color than them. My brother has mostly blue fur, which he got from our father. But I, for my part, have a deep red fur with white chest fluff. My mother has yellow fur, and my father blue. I somehow did not get those physical features from them, strangely. I have one big scar on my left leg, going in diagonal through it. I... don't remember how I got. And I've got one scar on my chest and three scars on my belly. That much were all from one arduous battle I once had against some weird blob with sharp fingertip. It hurted that one time, then I forgot how bad the pain was, and now looking at the wound, it doesn't seem like much to be honest. Oh yeah, and I've got black eyes with the tip of my bottom paws being white. That's all about it, back to-

Daren: Hey, Ray, can you come here for second?

I raise an eyebrow, why was he awake at this time? It was rather early for him to wake up at this time. But I nod nonetheless as he then gets out of my room and gesture me to follow him. I oblige and follow him. Until we reach our parents room, and he opens the door for me before entering himself in the room. Why were we here? Why did he guide me towards the room of our dead parents?

Daren: So, there was something dad and mom meant to give you a long time ago, but never got to. At first, they wanted to give you something at your 18th birthday... But you weren't home that day and instead went out with old friends of yours. So, they thought about giving it next year, then forgot and so on... Until they met their final day in this room, or at least, as you told me.

I frown worried. As I see him suddenly lightly tearing up, but just one drop went out of his eye and went down his cheek to then fall on the ground.

Daren: The item they meant to give you were important to them. They wanted to give it to you, but never got to. Before you're 22nd birthday, they gave me it and told me to give it to you... You weren't there. And a few months later, they died. So, I decided to give it to you today before I forget or before I meant a faith such as theirs. We never know right?