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Chloe +
Raccoon---
They met in a..well, cliche way; bumping into one another while they were wandering around a semi-abandoned place, as they were drowning in their self-sorrow or thoughs. Chloe and Raccoon; they sound and look like the perfect couple... unfortunately, Raccoon is paid to think the opposite, though in his heart, he knew that they were the perfect pair. This story has no good ending.---
RaccoonHow can I be this way? Why did I accept this job? If I leave I'll be killed for knowing too much... Raccoon sighed as he walked around the trees. His bow and arrows sat on his shoulder, though Raccoon couldn't feel the weight they were bargaining; he was too distracted. The wind blew the hunter's grey fur behind his head, as he was walking against it. The sounds of the forest called gently to him and the trees watched his every move. The small branches snapped beneath his paws as he walked and the leaves crunched. Fall was probably Raccoon's favorite season because he was able to hunt without the distraction of kids throwing snowballs, or kids picking flowers, or kids tromping around with their pets or riding their bikes.
I hate Foster... Raccoon muttered in his thoughts. Foster was his boss; his strict, always-yelling, annoying boss that made Raccoon do the evilest job in their whole workplace. Foster threatened to kill Raccoon if he quit his job, for knowing too much. He assumed he would run out, screaming what he did to the world. Raccoon sighed and shook his head.
Learn some trust, Foster. He thought, yet again stepping around another tree. They loomed over him, but he hardly gave them a second glance besides occasionally placing his hand on them before stepping over a large rock or a big hole in the ground.
Sighing, Raccoon leaped over a ditch in the ground. It looked up at him, almost calling to him to fall in and break something. Raccoon growled at the invitation as he almost trotted away from it.
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ChloeHer paws danced delicately over the ground. Her white fur, stained with purple and grey, blew into and past her face. She was walking with the wind and her eyes scanned the scenery in front of her, one eye purple and the other a copper brown, but it was hard to see past her tears. The young female stepped around a rock and a small sigh escaped her lips. She glanced around again as she continued walking, looking for something to take her mind off of sad thoughts.
Her full name was Chloe A. Isabella. She had been raised in a place that had had many bad people; one of the reasons she was almost crying. A man with a bow and arrow had shot his mother and killed her, and only gave a quick description of why he had done it. Then he had run off, and the police hadn't been able to track him down. Things like that had been happening lately; but the family had never thought it would happen to them. Chloe was heartbroken. Her mother and her had never been as close as her and her father, but she still loved her as much as she would ever be able to. Her mother hadn't ever done anything wrong, and she was beautiful, even with the slight old age, with gorgeous lavender eyes, cream colored hair, and a beautiful smile and a matching personality.
Chloe sighed as tears spilled out of her eyes and down her cheeks. She stared down at the ground and didn't look where she was going. Suddenly she fell back into the leaves after running into something. Expecting it to be a tree, Chloe grunted and began to get up when she heard a voice and she froze. "I'm sorry, miss. Need help?" Someone asked, peering down into her face. Chloe lifted her head and looked up into his grey-blue eyes, and she nodded slowly.
The man stuck out his paw and she grabbed it. He pulled her up and she almost tripped again but landed against his chest. The man frowned and asked, "Are you alright...miss?..."
"Chloe." Chloe swallowed her tears and gazed up at the man. He had a handsome face, with a look of kindness on it, though it looked worn and rough, as though he was tired and worn-out. "And yes, I'm fine.." Chloe bit her lip to keep from bawling again. The man frowned with worry on his face. "Are you sure?" He asked.
"Yes!" Chloe snapped. "I'm fine!" Seeing the look on the man's face after attacking him, she continued slowly. "Sorry... I'm just upset." She whispered. The man sighed and gazed down at her.
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Raccoon"Why are you upset?" Raccoon asked. Chloe sighed and looked at the ground, and started to sit down. Raccoon shook his head and pulled her back up gently. He looked into her eyes for a split second and noticed again how beautiful she was. He said after a moment, "I know a good place to sit and rest." He waited for her answer; it was a nod. Smiling, he led her through a rocky path into a meadow surrounded by trees. The two walked to the middle and sat down among the bushes and flowers.
Needless to say, the two talked for a while, and fell in love; like a cliche story. I'll skip the details and let you imagine how they fell in love; and how they got to the the point of the end."I'm upset because of my mother." Chloe winced randomly and stared at the grass.
"What did she do?" Raccoon asked, his voice curious. Chloe turned and stared into his eyes. "She was... murdered. By a man with a crossbow. He shot her and left a note of why he did it." She sighed and talked slowly, having not noticing Raccoon's own crossbow. Suddenly a look of recognition fell into Raccoon's face. Chloe sat up quickly and asked, "Did that happen to one of your family members?" She asked with sorrow in her voice.
"Something like that." Raccoon said quietly, averting his eyes from hers and staring at a patch of grass.
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Chloe"What?" Chloe asked. She shifted her weight and asked, "What.. happened?"
Raccoon looked into her eyes with sadness and sorrow in his voice. "Chloe, we can't be together." Chloe frowned and tucked a loose piece of fur behind her ear. "Why??" She asked. Raccoon gazed sadly into her eyes. "My job." Chloe shrugged. "What is it?"
Raccoon sighed. "I work for the AAWR." Chloe, not recognizing the name, thought for a minute, then shook her head and frowned, leaning forward to hear more, interested.
"Agency against women's reproduction." Raccoon squeezed his eyes shut. "I was assigned the job to kill any stray women I met, to keep them from reproducing and further overpopulating the planet."
Chloe thought for a moment. "Wouldn't it be fair to kill every stray male you met then, too?" Raccoon shrugged. "I was assigned to women." He caught Chloe's eyes for a moment, then looked back at the ground.
Chloe tilted her head. "Why can't we be together then?" She asked, her voice suspicious.
Raccoon looked at her with sudden fury. "DON'T YOU GET IT?! YOU'RE A STRAY WOMAN! I HAVE TO KILL
STRAY WOMEN!" Chloe's face went from confusion, to anger, to realization. She choked out the words, "You.. have to.. kill me?" She asked, her voice gently piercing the air with fear.
"YES!" Raccoon yelled. He snarled. "I'm sorry, Chloe." He said in a more gentler tone. He leaned forward and kissed her lips gently, then pulled away. "You know too much now... and I also have to get something out to you." He whispered.
Chloe asked in fear, "What is it?" Raccoon looked up at her as he gently pulled his bow and an arrow out slowly. "It was I... that killed your mother."
Chloe gasped. "How could you?!" She yelled. Seeing the weapons, she screamed. Tears streamed down her cheeks as she got up to run.
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RaccoonRaccoon began crying as he shakily stuck the arrow into the bow, and aimed it at Chloe. Squeezing his eyes shut, he released the arrow. It was a perfect aim; stabbing her in the heart from the back with a dull thud. Chloe fell to the ground and Raccoon got up to retrieve her. He ran over to her bloody body, and sat crisscross next to her. He pulled her head into his lap and began shushing her and singing gently to her while he stroked her hair and sang to her as she looked up at him and slowly died.
"Goodnight, my love." Raccoon cried, as he bent down and gave her one last kiss. He stroked her cheek with his finger and bit his lip. "I love you."
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...I can't even begin about how incredibly bad this is. I just wanted a sad story. This wasn't even CLOSE to where I was aiming.