(On HOLD) When Fires Burn

Early Beginnings

Jakova Vladof was a regular person... On the outside. Jakova didn't have the steadiest of backgrounds, which he preferred not to talk about, for it stressed him and brought horrid memories to mind. Jakova was a young man (In his twenties) who always wore the strangest of clothes. Some days, he'd wear a black suit with a green tie, or a grey suit with a green tie. Maybe, if he was feeling suspicious, he'd wear a trench coat lined with green with black pants and shoes. Regardless of his outfit choosing, he always wore something green. For Jakova was a rebel. And rebels wore green.

It didn't take much for J to realize that the world wouldn't be habitual for much longer if things remained as they were, so he decided to make a stand. Starting with hacking security cameras and cracking top secret security files, he soon got noticed by the rebels and was taken into their ranks. J was sent on a lot of missions, but small stuff as stuff, to prove how tough he was and how he could handle things. Small things like vandalism and assault of police officers, which quickly raised to assassination of government officials and related persons, which landed him a nice spot on the rebel task force. Which didn't last very long after being outstanding in raids. He was promoted to a lone wolf, which was someone who went on dangerous missions... solo. It was dangerous work, but it had to be done.

One day, J was in his house, sleeping in his twin-sized bed. He wore pajama pants, but no shirt. He awoke and looked around, feeling like someone was there. After realizing no one was there, he swung his feet off the bed as he sat up, holding onto the edge of the bed. He rubbed the sleep out of his eyes and slowly stood up and smacked his lips.

"Damn, I'm thirsty..."

J arose from his bed and onto his feet, his tail slinking out from under the covers. He walked to approached his dresser and grabbed his phone and checked the time. It wasn't too early. 8:34 A.M. He slid his phone into his pocket, approached his bedroom door, grabbed the golden knob, and turned it. The door clicked and creaked softly as he pulled it open and it swung and stopped when it made contact with the door stopper. J walked out of his room and into the hall, who's walls were painted white with grey carpet lining the floor. The carpet's "needles" sank his feet into the floor and the needles squished into his feet. They felt newly vacuumed, which was true, as he had done last night when he decided to clean up.

J walked through the hall and into the bathroom, which consisted of two rooms: A room which consisted of two sinks on opposite sides of the counter, then past that consisted of a room that had a toilet and a sliding-glass-door shower.

J leaned on the counter and stared at himself in the mirror. J had a blue eyes and green and white fur. He was roughly six feet tall and had light black hair that was no longer than his forehead. He had muscles, but didn't look like he was in the marines (If you know what I mean). J sighed.

"Another day..."

He pushed himself off of the counter and walked out, flicking off the lights. He then turned and headed down the hall, heading for the stairs. When he reached the wooden stairs that led straight down and to the front door, he walked down then, dragging his hand down the wooden railing. He then hopped off the steps on the second step and onto the ground floor. He walked across the cold tile and into the kitchen, which was illuminated by bright L.E.D. bulbs in sockets in the ceiling that turned on when J flicked a switch upward upon entering the room. He approached a grey rectangular fridge with black handles and pulled towards him. Two doors swung open and revealed four shelves of meat, liquids, vegetables, fruit and two drawers which consisted of snacks. And in the shelves in the doors, consisted of twenty-packs of various types of sodas. J looked around his fridge and pulled out a can of sprite, a loaf of bread, ham, cheddar cheese, lettuce, and mayonnaise. He placed all of the items from the coolness of the fridge and onto the hard, cold granite counter top. J pushed the fridge doors closed and turned to the island counter, which he had put everything on. He grabbed his soda and popped it open, the soda making a loud pop. He took a quick swing and placed the soda back down when his phone vibrated. He pulled his phone from his pocket and saw that he had received a new message. He unlocked his phone, putting in the four-digit code that protected the data inside. He scrolled past screen after screen and tapped on the phone icon on the last screen. A white screen took over the phone screen and a list of names popped up. He tapped on the name at the top, Jeremiah, for it had a red dot under their icon. The names slid to the side and a very short chat showed up. Jeremiah had sent a message.