Outsider

PROLOGUE

It was midnight, there was a full moon.. yeah... it was dark, but the moon by itself gave enough of a light to be able to see even beyond one's nose.

A figure was running amongst a very dense amazonian forest as the sounds of crunching steps on the mud, the rough brushing of leaves and fauna, the lousy surroundings of a certain form of wildlife that was unaffected from the outside world.

Couple with the panicked pants and frenetic running of someone, as various voices would yell amidst the distance, with flashlights, equally as clumsy and frenzy illuminated across the trees. The figure would look back, each time with more horror then before as the light would hit against its eyes for a split moment before looking back ahead.

By such simple distraction, the figure forgot to pay proper attention to the path ahead, tripping on a sizable tree root, and falling face planted against the muddied floor, the individual gasped and yelped loudly as by immediate instinct would put a hand on its injury, hissing loudly as an overwhelming stinging like sensation spread across its body immediately, gritting its teeth.

"Eu ouvi ele! Ele tem que ser assim!"

One of the voices, male, gruffed, probably around their middle age, shouted as the lights would very closely focus on the location the individual tripped at.

There was no other choice, it had to try and walk it off as it felt further pain from the sprained ankle, clumsily trying to get up in support with some of the trees around, gasping and groaning loudly with each step it'd force itself on.

The lights were getting closer. It was getting slower.

To its dismay, it reached close to the mountain, it didn't look incredibly high, but it could prove deadly, especially given its state with the leg.

Dread overwhelmed its body as the sounds of a weapon's racking was heard behind it, followed with the words with the lights illuminating past its tall body, legs were almost slim, long ears lifted.

"Essa será a última vez que você mexer com meu galinheiro, seu animal maldito!"

Static filled its ears, at the blink of an eye, it was looking at the stars as wind brushed against its body.

It was falling.

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Then again with the blink of an eye, the individual would breathe deeply and loudly in through their nostrils.

No longer was the dark sky, no longer were the forests, no longer were the men with weapons.

It was just them alone, the plain roof, sounds of an alarm going off slowly fading into their ears, the shaky breathing, holding its chest, beginning to breathe in, and out.

In, and out. Repeating the cycle, over and over, slowly felt more calm.

Holding a hand close to their face, would rub its fluffy fur on the forehead close to the eye, before feeling a tear.

They were already tearing up, maybe while they were sleeping? They shook their head, no matter.

Getting up from the bed and wiping off the tears, the individual stretches itself with the sounds of a few joints popping off followed by a soft yawn, afterwards scratching its back.

Turning off at once the obnoxious sounding alarm, it checked the time.

5:30 AM...

That's right... they got to be at their job position... no way they could forget about it now... had to sleep early to wake up early... good habit from long time caretakers.