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Everything was blurred.

Looking around all I saw was the familiar hallway, home, Although it did not come with its comforting feeling, even with Dan standing there. He didn't say anything he just standing in the kitchen icebound. I tried to speak to no avail, my words constrained by my maw which refused to open, betrayed by my own body I looked around to see the front door slamming open and two faceless ferals marching towards me in complete synchronisation. Giving up on finding a weapon I tried throwing a punch at one of them but my muscles felt sluggish, I could move but it felt like swimming in tar, my movements rendered motionless. They grabbed me, one arm each and dragged me out, still facing backwards I just looked at Dan as if to plead for a reaction.

As I was brought outside, still looking back, I could see a crowd forming unlike the bland creatures holding me these had distinctive faces. The bear I hit, all my teachers old and new, my neighbors. Then there were my parents, standing there shoulder to shoulder with my only brother, a look of horror on their faces. I had given up struggling now, just given up completely, letting myself be dragged by my heels, I hung my head in shame. As I wondered, why this, why me I had been thrown, somewhere, I didn't know where I just kept falling in a small dark hole, furiously turning and whining until I hit the cold hard ground.

I was suddenly woken and I turned frantically observing my surroundings trying not to choke on my own breath, I was in Dan's room there he was next to me slowly petting me to try and calm me down.

"Calm down, its all ok your home." he spoke smoothly even though I thought the contrary was true;

Nothing is ok people just need some time to make decisions and to take action.

I tried to get up but his paw grounded me to the bed, it wasn't unusual for me to sleep in the same bed as Dan but both of us acknowledged that it made me feel better, it made me feel less lonely and plus when he wasn't mad he was the best person to cuddle with, inches of his long golden fur to bury myself in ignoring whatever was going on in the outside world which took being lost in thought to a whole new level. As he is a stereotypical lion, he loves his fur combing it multiple times daily out of sheer pride.

"Chris stay,get some rest just... wait it out." He reached over to cuddle me.

"How did you find me?" I asked dryly pulling way.

"I got a text tipping me off from some stranger, that was a damn good hiding spot without what text I would never have found you" He replied with a slight irritation in his voice, he was mad.

I wanted to explain to him that that was the point, but I stuck to try and answer some of the questions I had "Whats going to happen? What about the person you said was going to visit? I paused for a second and sighed, How deep in shit am I?" I asked meekly but rapidly feeling my heart pounding faster and faster.

"Chris! What did I say. wait until morning. And to answer your question, we're in deep shit, you really fucked up this time. Didn't you?" Now he was getting properly pissed. I let out a low pinched moan that could easily mistaken for a growl.

"Look Chris I don't want to get mad at you, I'm not mad at you... but this will take some time, I promise we will sort this out in the morning." He always did this, making promises that he cant keep, his hands were tied by the governing puppeteers, they always thought they knew whats best, looking at two pages that was meant to summarise me, not even getting to know me but making decisions that fuck me over around every corner, moving me from place to place like a toy in a room.

I threw my weight back on the bed, clearly disturbing Dan. _ What else could I do, are going to take me away? They probably will, my collar is still on but they will take me away, its just a matter of time. I have to go._

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I did try to sleep, its just the anxiety and mostly the desire to run from here that kept me up.

It had been a while now he_ must_ be asleep now, getting up slowly so I didn't wake Dan I crept to the door. Shit! its locked, the key can't be far. I looked around and inside an old wooden set of drawers, nothing. To give him credit he knew I would try to run I thought as I made my way over to his desk tripping over one of his guitars sending loud off-notes around the room. Dammit hes always leaving these things on the floor like fucking landmines! "God damn it, Chris you just had to try didn't you!" Dan exclaimed.

"_No Dan,I promise its not that, I- I just wanted something to drink"_ I spoke hesitantly.

"Fine" He took out a key that was attached to a neck chain pausing for a second then throwing it at me,"If you are not here in thirty seconds I will chase after you, and look from experience who is faster"

Ignoring his latter comment I opened the door and went down the stairs, glancing at my room, planning my escape. I knew fully well that he is going to want me to lock the door and give him the key back, I looked to find an alternative. Perfect! I looked the key that corresponded to the locks on my bedroom door, Dan took this away from me when things like this happened I always knew where he hid them and never abused this knowledge in anticipation for a situation like this.

Ok my mind is set, no backing out now. I entered the room and walked over to the bed like nothing had happened.

"Lock the door, come on you know this you also know why I need you to lock it"

I turned around and locked the tough wooden door but whilst my back was turned I switched his key with mine. Of course without question as I handed him my key he figured no differently and took it. Patting on the bed next to himself Dan indicated for me to lie down next to him, the second part of my plan needed him to be fast asleep so now I wait.

When I was sure he was fast asleep I slowly stood up still clutching the proper key tightly in my paw, I made my way cautiously to the door as I unlocked it and walked out, shutting it quietly after me. Should I lock it, no he would be too pissed off if I locked him in there. I entered my room, everything had stayed the same, half done drawings scattered on my desk, my bed still not made and a wardrobe which contained the few articles of clothing I had. I loved my room it was plain but it just had a peaceful tone to it with its dark blue wallpaper and dim light.

Snapping out of the trance of admiration I was in, knowing I wouldn't be back here for a good while I dived under my bed and pulled an old wooden chest out, I never thought I would need to use this but knowing it was an option was a comforting security net. Upon opening the chest I was greeted by a small cloud of dust, but inside were the essentials I needed, a camping backpack stocked with enough supplies to survive multiple night outside if need be, a spare copy of Dan's car key which I would definitively need, and of course my favorite knuckle duster knife, Sharkskin.

This knife had been given to me as a leaving present from a close friend when I left the mental unit to live with Dan. It had a short curved blade with three holes carved into the matt black blade to put a paw in, the hard rubber grip could be pivoted to make a palm rest when using the scimitar like blade as a knuckle duster. To make the blade even deadlier the curved blade had shark like scales to dig into flesh and only come out when ripped out. I attached the holster onto the inside of my trousers so I could slip the blade into the holster clip the handle back and have the handle hang out, making it fast and easy to grab when the situation turned.

Grabbing everything in the chest and tucking the knife away in the holster, I held the car key in my hand and thought to myself. This isn't that bad, I did try to get the test done and I know I can drive a car. In this part of the country anyone over 15 could take a drivers test, after all if you are capable of driving a car at 15 then why shouldn't you. So for a fox like me at the age of 16 I could get a licence, I had tried but every time the same result "We find you incapable of driving a car due to your current mental state" What the hell did they even mean by that? I'm not insane, fair enough I can get mad at times but everyone else does, besides that wouldn't happen in the car.

Making my way down the stairs and out the house I couldn't help but feel sorry for the crap that Dan is going to have to put up with for loosing me. In front of me stood Dan's small grey Vauxhall Astra, nothing flashy but it got you from A to B, or so Dan said. As I got in I my ears twitched up as I could hear a car door opening and closing rapidly somewhere behind me, ignoring this I closed the door and put the key into the ignition. Suddenly a tall figure jumped in front of the car, the street was only illuminated by the golden street lights so I couldn't make out any of her features apart from her bleach white fur that hung around her large black coat, not seeing her maw properly i could not tell whether she was a arctic fox or wolf.

"Chris don't do this!" She preached with a foreign accent, presumably somewhere far north of here. Wait, how does she know my name? She just stood there her hands on the car with what appeared to be a phone dialing a number in her paw.

"Honey no one is going to take you away, just step out of se car" She spoke calmly, and I was listening! something about her presence was just comforting. Again my ears picked up the front door far to the right of me opening and slamming shut, I quickly glanced behind to see Dan running on all fours straight towards me, SHIT! now I have choice as I turned the engine on and revved it up the figure in front of me jumped out of my way. Putting the car into first gear I hammered the acceleration and sped off, only now realising how out of hand my breathing was getting.

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Chapter two. (In Ania's perspective.)

"Dan, you fool look at what you did, you scared I'm off!" I tried to get my temper under control, I did not spend the last few weeks having to survey this little kit around and overnight today just to have him disappear like that.

"Who are you?" He snapped back.

"Wher are my manners, my name is Ania Zupiec, you could say I have been hired by the ministry of mental health. Me and my small team have been looking into a 'mental state' that we believe Chris has."

"Urm, wait so your the person who has been calling me and tipping me off to where he was?" He tilted his head like he was trying to conquer a difficult puzzle.

"Indeed, we have been placed on surveillance for Chris' safety for a longer while, but now but due to recent events we have been here overnight."

"Why are we standing here and talking, we need to go find him. At least you do if you want to take him away" His tone had gotten lower as he finished off what he had to say.

"Look, Dan we have a lot to discuss, my case handler is in the van. The collar that we supplied is fitted with GPS and remote activation of the collars... features so need to worry when he finds a safe spot we will find him."

"Then why don't you just shock him now and we will go get him?"

"I took you to be smarter than that, if we shock him now he will most lightly crash and possibly harm himself if not die, Is that something you think we vant?"

"No, I guess not" He said sheepishly knowing his idea could kill Chris.

"Ok then, if you are willing to trust me there are a lot of things I need to run you by. If you will, could you help me unload some stuff from the van, whilst I answer some more of your questions"

"B-but what-"

"No, Dan help me out now I will explain later" There was nothing more for him to say now, he has just got to listen to the ideas of 'treatment' we have in stall for for Chris.