Blood's Sacrifice

Chapter 9 - "Comedy"

An attempted watch through the front door's top window. A peep, trying to be furtive.

And another...

And another.

With the rain splattered across, he could hardly see a thing... just a blurred figure of black proportions.

"I know you're there, Marqes." The male voice from behind the door said with confidence.

He couldn't tell if this person was an adult, or around his age... but if Marqes had to guess, he would have put his money on somewhere regarding the latter. Their tone was deep enough to be an adult... but it was, strange, to him. Incomprehensible to tell for sure.

A reluctant, slow opening of the door left a still-brushed silence painted upon the white fox's frame.

"Life is a comedy, isn't it?" The male said, in revelation.

Blue eyes met Marqes' own under a darkened frame of another, yet slightly bigger and apparently more toned fox. He wore a black hoodie, camouflaging with his own fur, in which its hood remained off enough for him to cock his head to the left, and open those brighter blues larger, and with intimidating stare.

"You must be scared... aren't you," The black fox chuckled, as Marqes simply looked on, still wanting to grab and close the door in his head. Then, as the male cautiously looked around the house where he could, he stepped and pushed himself inside before leaning close to Marqes' ear.

"I know what you did," He chuckled, then burst out into an abrupt sense of laughter before continuing to walk inside.

"W-who are you?!" Marqes shouted, making a dash forward to the male until he was met with a brute jab to the maw, enough to send him stammering back into the door with a stark thud.

Marqes could then feel a salty red edge along the cusps of his mouth from his nose, wanting to enter inside as he was forced to lick along his maw, still curled up and growling in anger.

"...Guess we're both bad, huh." The stranger spoke, "I mean, I didn't expect that blow to kill my best friend, but..."

"B-best... friend?" Marqes asked, eyes raised with a newly, pissed snarl, "I don't even know you—"

"I beg to differ," He retorted, the smirk once present vanishing with haste to form a serious look, "We have met... so, so many times before."

Marqes' expression became confused, to which the black fox only sighed.

"Very well, let me explain— my name is... Serpris Serpico. I attend your school, Novus High, but since I'm a grade higher than you, you probably have never noticed me before— until now."

"Yeah, no kidding." Marqes growled in response.

"Ooh, that's new—" Serpris chuckled, "You normally..."

"I normally what?" Marqes heart skip a beat, and they both stood in silence for a while... until Serpris laughed.

"Close the door, we don't have much time." The black fox said, as he began walking his way upstairs; Marqes did, and quickly followed after him.

"You shouldn't be doing tha—"

"I don't care if you started the fire," Serpris stated, with a sigh along his unceasing steps, "Or took a dragon under your wing, funnily enough." Chuckling more, he forced the door open to Marqes room with ease, and proceeded to step inside.

"No wait, don't—..." Marqes then raised his eyebrows, and exhaled, "W-what?!"

A million thoughts ran through his head, all at once, fighting for the spotlight of which to focus upon. The major one being him letting an absolute stranger into his parents' dwelling, but then... how did he know all of this with such certainty? This person... did not make himself out as anyone ordinary... Marqes knew that for sure.

But as he was about to ask more, Polaris looked up at the two of them only to be met by a shadowy room through the windows, cast down upon the entire area; the immense shaking of the ground below, rippling through with the booming coming from along the sky.

"Brace yourself," Serpris warned, glancing back at Marqes with a malevolent smirk, before looking out at the eclipsing sun amongst the clouds. "It has begun once more."