Fury

[Fraroc]

NEW CHAPTER!!


Chapter Twenty-Seven






The old adage “time flies” rang very true at Six Gable
Stables. Mike, Karilla and the rest of the gang couldn’t believe that it was
already Autumn of 2013. Mike has been working for Jack as a stablehand for well
over a year and it’s been over six months since Jason joined up with the group
of friends. Today was like any other day for Mike, grooming and riding Jack’s
horses like he normally does. He sees Jason in the corner of his eye, putting a
saddle on his new best friend, Lightning.

“I’m just taking Lightning out for a ride.”

“Alright, man.”





As Jason straddled his newest best friend, he couldn’t help
but smile....He smiled for one reason, the reason why Jason is riding Lightning
is because justice prevailed.





He thought back to several weeks ago.....in the
freezing-cold courtroom.....a chill went down his spine as the jury foreperson
read the verdict......

“Has the jury reached a verdict?”
“We have, your honor. State of Colorado
vs. Vincent James Cormier Case No.158321. As to the charge of aggravated
cruelty to animals, we the jury find the defendant, Vincent James Cormier
guilty of all charges.”




As Mike lead Fury out of the stable, he couldn’t help but
gaze at Jason proudly straddling the pure white stallion....A thought crosses
his mind...

“Score one for the good guys!”




Later in the day, Jack called the five friends into the
dining room of his house for a short meeting about some news he received from
the Crystal Falls Humane Society.


“To make a long story short guys, I have been contracted to
rehabilitate and train one of the horses that were rescued when Vincent Cormier’s
riding school shut down. I have the horse’s pedigree on me if you want to look
at it”





After Jack put the paper on the ground, Karilla jumped at
the opportunity to look at the pedigree of the rescued horse.


“It says here that the horse’s name is ‘Blackie’
Ugh....’Blackie’?...I could probably come up with a name that’s a kajillion
times better. Let’s see....thoroughbred mare.... She’s
also six years old and has a black coat with white socks and a white blaze on her
forehead....there is also a letter attached to her pedigree.... ‘Dear Mr. Jack Silver. You are this horse’s
last chance. For the few weeks that we’ve had this mare, she is almost
completely untamable. This mare has been to some of the best trainers in Colorado, but none of
them were even able to get a saddle blanket on her before she goes ballistic.
Sometimes, she gets so bad that we have to inject her with Ketamine. We’ve
heard about how your stablehand Michael Schaefer was successfully able to tame
the Arabian stallion that killed his owner. This is Blackie’s absolute last
resort, if there is anyone that can tame her; it’s either you or your
stablehands. Wow...so when is this horse coming?”


“I’m hoping in the next few days. I suspect that you guys
are going to help me out with this, correct?”





(BEEP) (BEEP) (BEEP) The sudden beeping of a truck disturbs
the brisk autumn morning. Mike and Karilla rush over to the driveway of the
stables.

“Mike! It looks like the rescued horse is here!”

“Let’s take a look!”





As it turns out, the couple’s instincts were correct. Just
like fifteen months ago, a horse trailer bearing the words “Crystal Falls
Animal Rescue: Equine Division” backed into the driveway, but Mike noticed
something amiss.


“Wait....all horse trailers are supposed to have windows,
right? So the horse gets fresh air on the road?”
“Yeah.....”
“It’s weird....there aren’t any. Instead of windows, all I
see is a few air holes....Let’s take a peek in!”
“Not a good idea, Mike. You heard what Jack said, the horse
is dangerous!”
“If we just keep quiet, maybe she won’t notice....”






Mike proceeded to peer into the tiny, porthole-shaped air
vent of the horse trailer, he sees the beautiful black and white mare, being
subdued by a double set of restraining straps on the halter. Suddenly, the
black mare cocks her head and her dark eyes meet Mike’s eye!





Almost instantaneously, the black mare lets out the most
ear-piercing and absolutely terrifying neigh they have ever heard in their
lives. The noise didn’t even resemble the neigh of a horse. It was loud, primal,
and demonic, almost resembling the screech of a pterodactyl. The horrifying
noise was resonated by the acoustics of the horse trailer, alerting everyone
and everything around it. At that point, Mike could only think of one
thing......

“Oh God....I think she noticed us.”





Jack turned around to face Mike and Karilla. A true look of
concern was in his eyes.


“You two need to stand back! That horse is dangerous and
completely unpredictable....I know you want to look at her, but it’s for your
own safety.”


Suddenly, the three of them hear the banging of iron
horseshoes against a metal surface....

(BANG!) (BANG!) (BANG!)

“Oh my God....get back, I think the horse is gonna..."

(BOOM!)




“ESCAPE!!”

The mare breaks out of her containment and rears up on her
hind legs. Both restraining straps on her halter literally ripped off with
brute strength. Mike, Karilla and Jack are horrified to see the sheer amount of
scars decorating her entire body.

“Oh God....look at all of those injuries....poor girl was
abused much worse than I imagined.....F*** Vincent Cormier, that’s all I really
gotta say.”





Jack proceeds to grab a hold of one of the restraining
straps and attempts to calm the spooked mare down, but akin to how violently
Fury acted when he was first brought to the stables, Jack is having trouble.


“MIKE! I could use a little help here!”





Despite being horiffically scarred and looking unkempt with
her fur matted and her mane and tail in knots, Karilla was absolutely entranced
with the strange beauty of the black mare. Just like with both Raven and Fury,
she is sure that with proper training and a human master that treats her with
lots of love, she will be another loyal and trusting steed.






After what seemed to be hours wrangling the black mare, Mike
and Jack managed to get her into Jack’s newly refurbished quarantine pen.
There, she continued to thrash and buck tirelessly.

“I really hope she’s not beyond help” Karilla chimes in.

“I hope so too....”