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Lucifer's Son - Chapter One.

None's POV.

Marshall narrowed his eyes.

"You're asking me if I where the one to start a fire? I'm the firepup! My job is to shut out fires. Not start them!"

"You're the only one being close when the fire started. There is reasons to you to be suspected," sighed Ryder.

Marshall's fists burned with anger. He wasn't allowed using his powers if emergencies, and this wasn't one. Ryder sighed;

"There's nothing we can do but keep you parted away for a while."

"Fine! Do whatever you want. Not my fault–," spat Marshall.

The Dalmatian walked off. His anger was blowing through his eyes, he really didn't get why they suspected someone so.. meaningless as him!

Sure, he where close to the fire when it started, but why would they believe it was just him? It could've been his father, Lucifer as well.

"Marshall! Wait a second!"

The voice was familiar, a funny voice, with few cracks but yet pretty strong.

'Great. Chase what do you want now?' thought Marshall, as he turned around.

He faced the German Shepard, in his eyes.

"Soo.. uhm I wanted to ask if you would.. perhaps want to go out to eat dinner at Porter's tonight?" asked Chase.

"Sure. Why not," replied Marshall, nonchalant. "You're done or is it more you want to spill?"

Chase sighed and rubbed his back nervously.

"I know you're probably pretty pissed at both me and Ryder, sir.. but– I just want to say, I'm sorry. But–,"

"– now you've said it. Leave me alone."

Chase watched the white n' black spotted dog walk off. He sighed.

"Dammit. My chance is gone! But.. there's a chance of it tonight.."

Narrator's POV.

The rest of the day went on pretty quick. There was two emergency calls, Chase was sent on duty both of the times. There was checkups for any sings of Marshall at the fireplace, and as well for a missing child.

For Marshall, he continued acting as usual, yet getting pissed or annoyed when anyone of the pups bought up about the fire during the day.

Was there something special with the fire and Marshall being close to it? It's not like he summoned the fire anyway, is it?

Finally, evening came.

Marshall's POV.

I went over to my firetruck and brushed some new mud off it. I gazed behind me, revealing Chase waiting by the opening of Lookout. I smirked satisfied to his outfit as I commanded my pup house's door to open.

Inside I had my best costume, the one who reminds everyone of the devil, Lucifer. As well, my father. I stroke the coat. It still smells like burnt roses, and ashes.

Chase's POV.

As I'm still waiting for Marshall to show up, I slowly get hope loss. Of course he won't show up, he's probably still pissed at me. But I did what where right, I had the proof to believe he started the fire, even though he's my best friend.

"Hey Chase!"

It was Marshall who was greeting me. My face cracked up a smile and I turned around to face the Dalmatian. He looked awfully hot. I smiled as a blush applied over my cheeks.