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My turnAuthor: r2d1 date: 1/8/13Track to go with this chapter (YouTube): “waking up by Julien k”Cover art done by: kishimoroCharacter bios:CerberusA 24 (originally 18 but this takes place 6 years later) year-old male?wolf,?Cerberus?is the primary character of?Not Big and Not Clever. He has an athletic but relatively thin build, mostly-typical wolf coloring of varying shades of grey accented by chestnut hair and tail. He usually wears a baggy pair of blue jeans and some form of leather band around some part of himself.Cerberus has led an extraordinary life: He never knew his birth family. His first memories include various agencies and the occasional temporary trial home. The problem always seemed to be his extraordinary streak of bad luck and his disturbing ability to survive it. Unexplained and distinctly dangerous, this proved too much for most people to stomach and it became increasingly difficult for the placement center to offload the problematic cub.Then one day, in a stroke of luck, a hopeful young parent arrived with the simple aim of getting a quick credit to boost her maturity level. Normally such applicants would quickly be shown the door amidst much pointing and laughing, but it occurred to the staff that this might be what they were hoping for: someone to take advantage of. So it was that Cerb came to live with?Snow Rendal.Cerb is bold, brash and determined to be the man of the house. He likes to think he’s in charge of things, although in reality he is probably the least likely to have an impact due to his overwhelming housemates. The only thing that stops his ego from swelling to planetary proportions are the crushing blows dealt by his bizarre family. Despite this, however, it is arguable that Cerb is the sanest individual in the house, often left glaring at the stupidity of the others but dragged along for the ride all the same.Nikita HusseyNikita Hussey?is a perpetually scruffy and deceptively cute?husky?girl of 24 who appears in the webcomic?Not Big and Not Clever. She has the typical grey on white snow dog markings covering her body with blue highlights on her extremities and hair. She usually wears a pair of baggy blue jeans, and a red top.Nikita's history is somewhat unknown, a result of her incapability to recall the majority of it. Her early life was comfortable and unremarkable, an average quaint mountain village, a background of farming, and a lack of education due to the remoteness of the area. Unfortunately, the farming proved to be an inconsistent and unreliable form of income and the younger generations were sent forth to the big cities to stabilize the family accounts. Nikita though, lacked the capacity to make the most of this opportunity and simply couldn’t get anywhere up the business ladder.Her new life was in danger of leaving her homeless, penniless and lost. In a state of desperation Nikita is thought to have committed herself to a medical research course, through which she’d get the funds to remain in the city and hopefully be able to turn around her fortunes. The study was never completed, though. Nikita was dramatically changed by the disastrous research, boosted in size and strength enough to warrant her immediate capture as a hazard to the public.Almost as if the authorities were trying to hide their mistakes, Nikita was sent away to live with a family well out of reach of the town, a family that would be able to cater for her colossal needs. Nikita’s cuteness is overshadowed only by her ignorance. Somewhere along the line this husky missed the learning about life details and simply cannot fit in with the demands of society. She’s friendly enough, but hasn’t had the best of luck finding someone who’ll put up with her long enough to show it. However hard she tries her inability to be helpful often gets her frustrated.Snow RendalSnow Rendal?is a female?housecat?of 31 years of age who appears in the webcomic?Not Big and Not Clever. She is black and white with blue eyes and a black nose, with her hair dyed with streaks of pink and purple. She usually wears a brightly-coloured (and somewhat revealing) business suit, likely the last final act of the inner youth she so hastily forgot.Snow is a peculiar case of coming to terms with the real world. As a student she was rebellious and carefree, ignoring the future as if it were never meant to be. Reality hit hard when at last the university bell rang for the final time and she was thrown out to face society alone. Knowing that if she couldn’t mature soon she’d be facing immediate failure Snow grabbed life by the reins and did the three dullest, tedious and therefore most adult things she could think of: Sign up as a subject in a paid medical research study, adopt a problem child and become a lawyer.The research, although well paid, left her with the awkward side effect of growth hormone issues. The problem child turned out to be even more of a problem than the documents explained and the busy life of a lawyer quickly drained her of remaining adolescent energy from her youth. But somehow, it just?worked. Although tiring, her job paid her enough to maintain a comfortable life style. The lost energy prevented her inner child from wreaking havoc. And the sizing issues were swiftly noted by the authorities who offered various benefits and financial favours for her service in keeping a parents eye on other problem kids who’d been giving them a gargantuan headache.Snow tries so hard to be an adult, yet falls far short of the line. She possesses all the qualities a good parent shouldn’t have: a short fuse, laziness, mean streaks, irresponsibility and the inability to rectify problems in a mature way. It should be noted however that what works for most families will often not work for hers, so maybe she’s the perfect candidate for keeping order...but probably not.Tetchie RazzelTetchie Razzel?is a petite (relatively speaking, considering her height of roughly 95 feet) red squirrel of?Eastern European?origin, eighteen years of age, who appears in the webomic?Not Big and Not Clever. Tetchie is a dark character with deep fiery red fur, dark hair and sharp brown eyes. She usually wears a sandy coloured top supported by tank tracks, sandy coloured shorts and a pair of bulky hiking boots. Her paws are mostly bare, displaying her tan toned skin.Tetchie was born and raised somewhere in Eastern Europe. She was expelled from schools for failing to control her temper and eventually forced to join the army in a bid to teach her some discipline. Meanwhile, the armed forces around the world had taken a keen interest in a new wave of giant citizens created by the unfortunate events of a medical research laboratory in?England. Keen to take advantage of these powerful biological weapons they soon started trying to replicate these colossal mistakes in their own labs.The?Turkish?government were the only ones ever successful, disrupting the hormonal patterns of a cadet until she started showing the same growth traits as the victims of the medical research the year prior. However, shortly after the experiment had been perfected, a law was passed that outlawed all such activity for the safety of society and put all the projects into the care of the newly formed A.R.S. (Association for the Relocation of the Supersized) company. Tetchie was the experiment in question.She was quickly locked up and relocated to a containment centre in?Egypt?where she spent many depressing years under the watchful eye of A.R.S. officials. Her strict containment orders were finally relaxed to allow her to roam nearby, but still being forced to remain in the same small town steadily added to her inner frustration as she waited to be relocated to a real home.Tetchie’s personality is a fiery as the colour of her fur. It’s a wonder there’s enough room for blood in her heart for the abundance of hate stored there. She’s a smoker, a drinker and generally a social nightmare. She won’t join in, she won’t be polite and she certainly won’t respect people smaller than herself.In the most recent comics, it was shown that she could change sizes at will like Snow and Rachel, but she seems to only be able to change between her 95' size and four feet tall, something Cerberus was quick to take advantage of when she was forced to take this form in order to enter the family's house, teasing her remorselessly, to which Tetchie vowed revenge.Rachel LucasRachel Lucas?is a?female?raccoon, 24 years of age, who appears in the?webcomic?Not Big and Not Clever. Rachel has a rather tomboyish look about her, usually wearing a pair of loose canvas trousers and canvas top. She's a greyish-brown color with the typical raccoon mask and markings.Rachel was born of a famous explorer and part-time bandit. Her father’s hectic lifestyle gave her very little time to enjoy the freedom of youth and as such the only schooling she received was simply the information and life skills the erudite man passed down to her while in action. The two were closer than just the obvious father-daughter relationship, basically existing as partners in crime and the mastermind duo behind some of the more intrepid searches ever conducted.Sadly, this figure in her life departed mysteriously with little more than a hurried note and the promise of returning when "things are clear." Confused and distressed, the young girl fell into a miserable street life and an existence as little more than a petty thief. Her desperation quickly got her caught and imprisoned.As an alternative to her prison time she was offered the opportunity to take part in experimental medical research. Rachel next saw daylight as the runaway remnants of an experiment gone wrong. Her growth hormones had been disturbed in a way that allowed her to manipulate her scale drastically.A vast mission was launched to capture her once again, negotiations took place and terms were agreed to. Eventually, in return for agreeing to be sent to live with an effective parent,?Snow rendall, who would do their best to contain Rachel’s mischief, she was granted her freedom.Rachel is bold, bright, obsessive and energetic. She is a leader and will immediately step up to the role and take charge to reach her goals. Her goals however, are often absurd ideas that she has only read about in books or are just plain illegal. It takes a patient person to tolerate this raccoon, but they will be rewarded by loyalty and a slightly unnerving, but altogether cute grin.Extras that will be used in this series that are NOT mine:Fisk blackFisk is a character made by the famous Jay Naylor. He was the main character in the web comic “better days”. He is a black and white cat and the almost replica (up until he joined the army) of his sisters fur pattern. He is brave and loyal to himself, friends, and his country. If I have done a terrible job at explaining him please google “better days” for a good read and images of this awesome character.Karla the dogKarla is not a character of mine or anyone I know, but she is currently living with Nikita which makes her essential to the series. She is of similar age to Nikita (originally 18 BUT this is 6 years later so around 24) and partakes in her shenanigans. She likes tennis balls apparently, she is very loyal to Nikita though the two have their respective differences. For a picture of this character go to furaffinity on the other tab over there (I know you have it up just click and search my friend) and search “karla”.Jesse the tigerLol, just kiddingOr am I?Now for what you have all been waiting for:My turn chapter 1“6 years later”Fisk sat in his chair next to the hospital bed staring at the clock, 4:39pm. 21 more minutes and he can go home. He was on a special training assignment from the agency to watch this poor sap who had gone into a coma 6 years ago. He had a heart monitor hooked up to him along with several IVs imbedded in his arms. Fisk had watched this man for a total of 3 days and he was almost sick of it, but something kept him watching, like he was going to wake up at any second. He was a 24 year old wolf as of Tuesday which was his birthday (no family or friends showed up so Fisk had brought a small present made by one of his daughters and snapped a quick photo of himself so he had something to remember him by if he ever woke up. His name according to the chart was Cerberus Rendal, last name from his foster mother, and some immediate family members in which to call in case he ever was to awaken all of which were black-taped. It also said some uninteresting things about his accident, all of which seemed to be made up on the spot.He heard a slight noise, just a small creak, but he was told that this man was put on the witness protection program for a reason so his hand shot to his m1911 at his side. Standing he looked around the room, out the door, and out the window as he had practiced many times, nothing. He holstered his gun and sat back down, reading the file again for the umpteenth time.Black…nothing, that’s all Cerberus could see. Then that whole day replayed like a roll of film, every painful moment, every single bruise and scratch he had felt. He had just stayed conscious enough to see the ambulance pull up and watch in horror as his adoptive mother and sisters just stood there watching him go. Then…nothing, all of his senses dulled, he couldn’t see anything, he couldn’t hear anything, he was basically a sack of potatoes, unable to do anything except sit there in an empty void. Just as he thought the memory was going to replay itself one more time a bright light appeared at the edge of the void, getting closer and closer until he could feel it around him engulfing his vision until he was almost blind, and then he found himself looking up at a tiled ceiling. Blinking a couple of times he looked down at his arms, then at the window, then at the cat pointing a gun at his face.“don’t fucking move” Fisk ordered“woah! Easy there commando” Cerb said as calmly as someone with a gun to their head could manage “I’m just as surprised as you are”“who are you!” Fisk asked “Cerberus Rendal” he replied “what happened?” Cerb rubbed his foreheadFisk lowering his weapon responded “you were out for 6 years, in a coma, caused by a construction accident, my name is Fisk Black, I’ll go let the nurse know you’re awake”“first could you grab me something to wear besides this gown?” Cerberus pleaded “I think something in a jeans sort of fit will work”“I have a leather jacket, some levi’s, and some underwear, here” Fisk handed him the clothes “now I’m going to talk to the nurse”Cerberus quickly changed into the new clothes. They somehow fit perfectly, even the tail hole. He was thinking on what to do next. The nurse would probably want a physical and such. He didn’t have time for that. While pondering what to do he remembered what had happened in his past before this all happened, torture, his entire damn life was taken up with that word. From adoption snow had only made his life a living hell, physical abuse, mental scarring, occasional abandonment, and foremost not doing shit about the abuse from his sisters and occasionally joining in their torture of him. His whole life he had put up with this shit, every period rage, every lonely night, every time one of them had a problem he was the pillow in which they could punch. That day six years ago he had a little revenge and he had paid the price for it. NO MORE.Fisk came back into the room.“the nurse needs to see you”Cerberus walked down the hall to the awaiting nurse.“how was your stay, Mr.Rendal?” she joked“peachy, now what do I have to do to get out of here today?”“well you have passed the physical examination, your mental health seems to be just fine, just sign this waver, pee in this cup, and you can walk out that door” she explained“great” he signed his name and went into the restroom, two minutes later he gave the full cup to the nurse.“alright Mr.Rendal, you may leave, Mr. Black can you lead him out?”“lets get a move on Cerb” Fisk got off the bench by the restrooms“finally”They walked out to Fisk’s ford explorer, hopping inside Cerb had a couple questions.“where are we?” Cerb asked “and where are we going?”“we are in Washington D.C., we are going back to the agency and then my place”“are you C.I.A?”“no, but similar, our agency is a lot smaller than the C.I.A., but we do a lot of similar things”“so do you have access to weaponry?”“a little, why?”“I…I need a gun, just one, for something I need to take care of”“what kind?” Fisk questioned“what was the famous .50 caliber round pistol called?”“a desert eagle?”“yeah that’s the one, I need that and some ammo” Cerb pleaded“I don’t know, have you ever shot a pistol?”“I’ve had one shot at me, close enough?”“alright I’ll get the gun as long as don’t kill anyone I know” Fisk repied“sweet” Cerb exclaimed “by the way is there a bank anywhere?”“right up here” Fisk pulled the car over “I’ll wait here”“thanks” Cerb hopped out of the car, and ran to the bank.After getting inside and waiting for what felt like hours Cerb was finally at the front of the line.“I’d like to make a withdrawl”“whats your name son?” the feline bank teller asked him“Cerberus Rendal sir”“alrighty here we go, how much do you want to withdraw?”“how much is in there?”“31,397 dollars and 98 cents, in American currency”“what’s the legal limit here again?”“to have on your person? 10,000 dollars” the bank teller stated “do you want that much?”“yes sir” Cerb signed the small pad and entered his password.“here you go” the bank teller counted out his bills “all 10,000”“thank you sir, good bye”When he got back to the car Fisk was still waiting for him.“got what you need?” Fisk asked“yeah let’s roll”Fisk hit the gas and sped off to his work place. It was on a small hill overlooking D.C. . It was truly a magnificent sight to behold. Fisk pulled up to the building and they walked in.“Fisk you know that visitors aren’t allowed in the back” the receptionist greeted.“He’s special” Fisk replied “let him in”They walked into an office looking area, people greeting Fisk with hellos and welcome backs, he kept his composure and so Cerb thought he ought to do the same.“where are we going?”“weapons vault, way back” Fisk answered“okay, um why is everyone staring at me?”“you don’t have a shirt on you moron”“well that’s how I usually wear it!”“welcome to the land of the free where it’s the girls checking out the guys that is considered weird”He noticed now that all of the onlookers were women. Did his body really look that attractive? He had been in a coma for 6 years, but he had somehow kept his pecticles from disappearing.“do you ever get this reaction?” he asked“only when I was younger” Fisk sighedCerb zipped up his jacket and blushed; he wasn’t used to a lot of positive attention.A female otter was the first to approach them.“not now Red, now is not the time” Fisk stated“oh come on Fisk, the first good looking guy to walk through that door besides you and you have to COCK-BLOCK ME!” Red nearly shoutedFisk started to say something but Cerb intervened. “actually Ms. Red, I have just awoke from a six year coma and have no energy or stamina left so unfortunately I wouldn’t be any good in bed, I’ll come back after I’m finished with what I need to do though, if that’s all right”Fisk looked dumb-founded, he had never heard those words said to someone like Red before. Red just looked at Cerb then Fisk then back at Cerb.“fine, when you’re done with your little escapade or whatever come back here and I’ll be waiting” she leaned over kissed him on the cheek, then walked back to her desk, and continued working as if nothing happened. A shout of respect was heard from the back “Cerb!” then the rest of the men in the room joined the chant “Cerb! Cerb! Cerb!” even Fisk was chanting his name. He rose his fist in victory, his first day awake and he had already gotten the ladies.“ALRIGHT, alright get back to work” Fisk shouted “we have some business to take care of”They continued to make their way back to the vault, which Fisk opened with a pass code.“desert eagles…desert eagles, here they are” Fisk picked one off the rack, then walked over to a tub of clips and grabbed one, loaded it, then handed it to Cerb. He then led him to the firing range where he showed him how to shoot it.Bang! Bang! Bang! The target at the end of the rang was decimated.“nice shot” Fisk said “lets pack up and get going” As they were exiting, Cerb noticed that most of the people had left the office and those who were there were packing or leaving.“aren’t you guys 24 hours?” Cerb asked“no, that’s another difference between us and the C.I.A. we can sleep” Fisk jokedThey got out to the car, leaving the parking lot Cerb asked himself what he would do now, he had the weapon, the money, everything, now what.“you can stay with us if you want” Fisk offered“no just drop me off at that motel and I’ll be fine”“okay but I’m meeting you for breakfast to get some answers, my treat” Fisk orderedCerb stepped out of the car, grabbing the gun and ammo on the way out.“wait, one thing…” Fisk stopped him “why do you need the gun?”Cerb looked at the gun in his hand “all my life I’ve been pushed around, stepped on, abandoned, used as a sex slave, harmed by someone I love, beaten, and treated like dirt by the same people every…frickin’…day, but now with this…it’s my turn”.End of chapter 1Most bios taken off of wikifur. I do not own the rights to Karla, Red, or Fisk. Cheesey ending made by me. ................
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