Fox Class?

Chapter 23

WRITER'S NOTE: hello everyone! its friday! 

just note that in this chapter there's a little bit of bodily harm in this. idk how to explain it, but i guess you could say it is serious self harm but done by another person.

sorry, if it doesn't make sense, but it will when you read this chapter :)

- cehilmot

"Addressing each other by first names already. Wow. I didn't know you were a suck up, Vincent." I joke.

"Well, he told me to call him by his name, Monty. He also said that I could work here." He replied happily.

I pause. We're in the changing room. He's got his back to me as I change. "He offered you a job. Why?"

"He said that he knows what it's like for a fox to grow up in a world like this where you're discriminated because of the story everyone believes in."

Except, it's somewhat true and shouldn't involve you. But it does. Me too. "Okay. Well, you can if you want, but the pay isn't good if you know nothing about cars and engines."

"How do you know that?" Vincent retorts, "Woah, Alluro what happened to you?"

"What do you mean what happened to me?" I asked confused before realising he turned around, "It's nothing Vincent."

"Damn right, it's nothing. Your skin is broken, full of blisters and blood." He replies sarcastically.

"I already know. There's nothing I can do about them. Medicine doesn't work on it."

"How long has it been like this?"

"A while."

"Wrong. It's recent. Let's say this morning, maybe? I don't care if you lie to me, but if you're in pain, you need to tell me."

"I'm not in pain. It doesn't hurt."

"So, tell me, does it hurt when I touch it?" He says angrily touching my back.

He presses strongly into my back, but I can't feel anything. I stare at him and he stares back. I look away. He presses harder and harder. Running his hand up and down, over the blisters, over the blood, over the burns. I can't feel anything. It doesn't hurt.

"No. I don't feel anything. Only your hand running up and down my back. Not even the warmth of your hand. Nothing."

"Alluro this is serious. If you don't get this treated it will get infected."

"Well lucky you, you can see the next thing I can do. Take a good look at my back."

He looks. He watches. I close my eyes and let out a shaky breath. I focus. I focus on the darkness I see. The small light of fire. Hellfire. I draw power from that. Just enough for what I need. I feel the Hellfire in my hands. I move it up my arms, past my shoulder blades and to my back where the burns are. I push it through the skin on my back. I feel my skin stitch itself back together. New skin forming and replacing dead skin cells. Blood on my back evaporating into nothing. All that's left is smooth skin. I pull my shirt over my head and turn to face Vincent. He's shocked.

"What was that?" He says stunned.

"I can heal myself if I want to. Happy now?"

He nods. We leave the Racehouse. It's a school day. So, we should probably go to school. I look over at Vincent who doesn't look to happy about it.

"Hey, you still have me. I will sneak into the bathrooms again if he does it to you. You need the grades and I need the attendance. After this one lesson, I will tutor you privately. You just need to tell me where you want to do. Where's your happy place? We can drive past it now if you want."

"I know. I know I still have you. Can we drive past somewhere high? High places are nice. The highest I remember being was on top my mum's workplace roof. I don't go there anymore." He says a little sadly.

"Alright. Somewhere high. I know the perfect place." I smile.