A figure sat in a chair, his hands and legs both tied off by Zip-ties that bit into his skin. He couldn't reach his bonds at the right angle for his claws to cut through the plastic, and the people in front of him were talking in a language that he didn't understand. Actually this was an entire world that he didn't understand so why should it matter whether or not they understood him as he was probably going to die anyways...if their weapons were powerful enough.

He'd been having a good time here too, his infiltration tech was working its wonders to make him appear like the inhabitants of this world and despite it giving him their appearance, his claws and tail were still there...along with how different his skeletal structure was. Walking like them was hard, his legs didn't bend in the ways theirs did and his ears hurt from all of the noise going on around them.

He was lucky one of them was in that alleyway or he would have had a much harder time trying to fit in here. It was sad that the man, or at least he assumed it's gender was male, had been shot in the head and was nothing but a corpse as he scanned it's body and mapped it's DNA to form a decent cover. Sure he might not know what language they spoke, but seeing that he looked completely different than the inhabitants of the place he had been he guessed that knowing their language or not wouldn't have really mattered.

The man had a device that could be used for something later on and what he guessed was money, or maybe something close to it, because there was a lot of it on the guy. At least half of the pockets had a wrapped wad of green in them and there were more in the waist-band. Thankfully he didn't need to grab the corpse's clothes as the technology he was wearing cast the illusion of those same clothes over his fur.

The thought of having to wear such restrictive material made his shiver unconsciously and the people watching smiled satisfactory not realizing that the creature on that chair wasn't the one they'd ambushed while walking around a plaza and strapped to a chair. Thankfully the illusion also included what would happen to the body without similar pain involved or he would be in a lot worse of a situation, or would it be a better one seeing as he'd have ripped apart everyone there in a few minutes.

They had come close though, as since he was unable to understand them and thus unable to answer their demands he had gotten a few shallow cuts and decent stab wounds. None would matter with his healing, they wouldn't even scar, but he guessed that something had spooked them as the rate of everything had increased.

Finally the boss, or head 'interrogator' had stepped back and pulled out a weapon of sorts, or looked like those old metal projectile weapons from back before the days of The Expansion. Oh crap this was going to hurt wasn't it. There was a band and his vision cut to darkness.

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He woke to the sound of a slightly familiar language, they were saying things every now and then and there were multiple pairs of feet going around the area. Suddenly there was a flash of light through the darkness of his closed eyes and he lurched awake blinking rapidly.

"Ow," he said as his eyes adjusted to the light's shining in his face. Oh crap, He guessed that people on this planet don't normally 'come back to life' if they weren't taken care of properly. There were a few things said and he could catch the words "it", "not possible", "what...it", and a few others that came from the confused soldier's mouths.

Oh wait he could finally reach the plastic of his bonds with his claws, but when he cut those off how was he supposed to get at the ones around his feet and also escape before they decided to put him down again?

"...is a....with...target." He shifted his attention to the one talking to his command through some kind of communications device and he had an idea of his own. Maybe if they saw his device there would be no problems. He cut his bonds with his claws and immediately got three rifles pointed in his direction.

"....creature has....bonds...how do...." the leader said again as he held his hands up in a peaceful gesture. He moved his feet a little to bring their attention to the fact he was still bound there and slowly moved his left hand down to the opposite leg to tap it twice before slowly putting it back to how it was.

"It seems to....ling us some..."one of the men on the leaders right said and the leader motioned to another to come forwards and check him. They found what was in his pocket and pulled it out to show the leader, who just pointed the rifle closer to his face.

"My name is Flashfang" Fang said and the soldiers looks at him strangely as he said the last word. "Hmm, this'll be harder than I thought...Biter, Flash, Sharpy, Fang." That last one got a reaction out of them and Fang tried not to wince at the third nickname he'd gotten over the years, for multiple reasons.

"What lang...is that?" the leader asked one of the soldiers behind him and they just shrugged shaking their head.

"No idea b..." They said and Fang realized he was finally starting to understand their language.

"My name is Fang" Fang said again and it was repeated this time.

"Fan?" It wasn't the leader this time, but the one carrying the heaviest looking gun, and Fang shook his head.

"No Fang," he tried and the soldiers just looked at him blankly. Fang just huffed in annoyance and slowly let his arms down. Seeing that they weren't shooting him now he didn't see any reason to keep his arms up anymore.

"...status on target? Copy." Fang looked at the radio attached to the soldier's clothes and the leader answered

"Copied. Hold." The leader responded and Fang reached into his other pocket, slowly seeing the others were still jumpy, and pulled out the corpse's wallet. It was quickly snatched up by the leader who compared it to something under a kind of strap on his arm and he tapped the wallet. "Where?"

Fang motioned to his legs before looking at the leader who hesitated for a moment before nodding, saying something else that Fang didn't catch as he cut the plastic there too and slowly stood. He stood and did a few stretches for a moment before the leader motioned to the wallet again and Fang got to work. He grabbed one of the things that hold trash in the corner of the room before going to what looked like a hallway. There was no reason to worry about being shot.

For one most of their weapons wouldn't be able to penetrate his fur and the second thing was that they were being cautious of him, but he decided to work slow anyways as to not spook them. He looks at the hallway for a moment before moving back grabbing one of the bags, filling it with air and tying that off before laying it by the trash before he walked past it to the middle oft the hallway and opened a door to act as the back wall.

Fang then turned around and pointed to himself, letting the illusion of his paw drop for a moment while he pointed to himself and then the ground saying that he was there first, and then he made a show of walking while looking around before he looked at the team again and put up a claw.

He then got against the bag and the wall with a hand to the side like how he'd found the man he'd copied and the thing he did next earned a few clicks. His disguise tech shifted his appearance and caused it to ripple for a moment before settling onto the image of the corpse he'd found. From the color of the hair to the scuffs on the clothing and shoes. His skin turned a deathly pale, something that would definitely not have happened for one of Fang's kind, and there was a single hole in the left side of the head with dried blood splatter on the walls. Fang's appearance stayed like that for a few moments before the leader spoke up again.

"Where was this?" He asked and Fang's appearance returned to the way it was as he stood and looked at the ceiling in thought.

"Do you have a map?" Fang asked and it took them all a moment but a map of the area was brought out and handed to him. Fang put it against the wall poking holes in the edges and the wall to keep it in place while he thought. He then pointed to it and then motioned his hands spreading out and pointed at the map again.

The leader looked back at the others asking if they had a bigger map and Fang caught that they didn't and decided to think for a moment. Surely the people keeping him here had a bigger map then. Fang's vision shifted to an X-ray like tone with objects marked in his vision, things that would probably be what he was searching for. He easily turned over the couch to punch through the floor boards to grab another device. Not what he was looking for. Fang tossed it aside and went looking for the other things as one of the soldiers went and grabbed the tablet turning it on and checking it for something.

Fang looked in two other spots before giving up, there wasn't a map here they he could find annoyingly enough. Fang's ear shifted and he noticed that the leader had also gotten a notice on his communications device. Fang looked at the leader before holding out a an extended hand with digits spread and then he motioned to the door and pointed to himself, the door, and put his hand out again.

"Comm...whatever we are talking to wants to go somewhere. Can we get...it? Over." the leader said and Fang looked at him expectantly. He was going to go whether they wanted him to or not but having their approval would only help him in the long run. There was a few moments of silence before the sound of engines in the distance cut through it, and there was chatter on the device and the leader looked at Fang and made the motion with their own hands, but despite them having an extra digit Fang understood.

He made the motion himself again before opening the door out, changing to his true form and tearing out the door. It only took him a few seconds to get to the vehicles coming towards the others and without even stopping Fang rammed into the side of the first one. The old world steel buckled under his force and he ripped the vehicle in half, with the remains exploding behind him as he continued on. The soldiers could deal with the other one while he looked for their target.

It took him longer than he thought, following the mental trail he had when they took him but eventually he was in the city, but he was about three minutes past time. He quicky grabbed the corpse and started to track his own scent back the way he'd come, except this time he went in a straight line. The body he was carrying slowed Fang down a little but not enough that he didn't get back to the place in a few minutes.

He still found it so strange that these creatures needed these metal vehicles to travel long distances, but he guessed that that was the price of not having as good tech as he did. It seemed that the fire-fight was still going on and the building was now surrounded. How did that happen so quickly? Ah it didn't matter.

Fang set the body down in the middle of the clearing and jumped straight up into the air. It was always so exhilarating going up to so high because of the differences of gravity on certain planets, but he saw that there were four more vehicles surrounding the building with what looked like mounted heavy guns. Fang scoffed and shrugged mid-air, he hadn't gotten a good fight in a long time and this seemed like the perfect way to burn off some energy.

Hopefully he didn't scare the soldiers too much.

As soon as Fang's paws touched the ground again he went through the nearest car and made his way through the rest with his claws and ripping off limbs with his maw. Their kind didn't taste bad, but they certainly didn't taste the best, but after a few more minutes (toying) taking care of the enemies. Fang shook himself off of blood, or at least tried to, and stood facing the soldiers who had stopped firing a few moments ago.

Fang put his arms up in a friendly, peaceful manner and seeing they didn't shoot him right away he jumped over the building again and landed on the other side next to their deceased target. Fang grabbed the body and walked up to the front door before stopping and knocking on it setting the body down and backing away several tail-length's. He didn't see a problem in keeping off his disguise as he showed them before he left for a reason and he'd hoped that even though he could they recognized that he didn't want to fight them.

The door opened and a rifle was immediately aimed at Fang but he just stood there calmly and pointed to the side of the door the soldier was walking out of. A few of the others took up the windows and he thought that one of them was holding a device of some kind but dismissed it as it wasn't important. Fang motioned again to the body next to the door and the soldier came out along with the leader, who compared it to that strap thing on his arm before nodding and moving his attention back to Fang.

"That your target?" Fang said. This old language was so hard to grasp, his mouth didn't like how some of the words were said and others hurt for some reason.

"It is" the leader said and Fang nodded. It was time for him to go now, but why not let them get a taste of what enemies of his kind might look like.

"Friends," Fang said motioning to them all and then he pointed at him self, "Mine Enemies." He then changed again. His technology shifting as Fang changed positions to that of a quadruped and his fur changed colors to show many kinds of neon colors. Two plasma cannons appeared at the shoulder, and when the changes stopped a large cat twice as big as a tiger with two shoulder cannons and full body armor with glowing fur shifting between colors of a neon rainbow stood where Fang had been.

"Enemies yours soon" Fang said before changing back and grinning.

"Flashfang!" Fang roared as his form changed once again. Except this wasn't a part of his gear. His fur lightened to white n some places while only shading to gray in others, a black tone remained as a main theme throughout and from a gear on the underside of his wrist a scythe formed with a pole as tall as he was and the blade looming over Fang's very ear-tips. also as long as he was tall. When it was done there stood the image of something no human ever wanted to see in the flesh.

The Grim Reaper

Thanks for reading...I stayed up till 2am to get this out, and if you didn't know I also released a chapter of Tortured Warrior today and I will more than likely be getting out one of the new book later. (After I get some sleep...and class).

I hope you enjoyed this short story and if you want me to make this into an actual short story (five to ten parts or around that completed) then by all means please let me know. I actually enjoyed this short story probably more than others I have written.